In the Xuanyuan Continent, a vast and majestic land of cultivation,
At the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The Heavenly Demon Sect stood proudly atop the towering peaks known as the Hundred Mountains of Xuanyuan—a place brimming with dense spiritual energy that one could almost taste in the air. Yet, at the same time, it was a merciless realm utterly inhospitable to ordinary mortals.
Unless one was a cultivator capable of soaring through the skies, reaching the sect gates required ascending over ten thousand stone steps carved into the sheer cliffs. The biting mountain winds howled like warnings from the heavens, chilling flesh to the bone.
At the summit, an ancient grand palace rose in magnificent splendor, encircled by thousands upon thousands of protective formations that shimmered like captive stars. The air twisted with the mingled aura of darkness and light.
Within the Heavenly Demon Sect, all power rested in the hands of the Sect Master, known to the world as the "Heavenly Demon"—the supreme ruler.
In the main hall of the palace, upon the obsidian throne of the Heavenly Demon, sat a young man clad in flowing black robes. His hair was pitch-black, like eternal midnight—darker than the void between stars, darker than true abyss.
His skin was pale as pure radiance, contrasting perfectly with that inky hair, as if embodying the ultimate balance of Yin and Yang. Flawless jade-like complexion with a faint rosy glow, transcending the immortality of gods—it was the pinnacle of external beauty.
But when gazing upon his face, one saw beauty that fused gentleness and ferocity in a single form. Eyes that held both the allure of a hellish demon and the majesty of a heavenly sovereign—fierce enough to make hearts tremble, yet tender enough to melt souls.
This man was Luo Fan.
Luo Fan tilted his head slightly, gazing down at the figures before him: the Heavenly Demon and the Twelve Demon Lords, all kneeling in deep prostration.
The Heavenly Demon—the supreme overlord of millions of demonic cultivators—trembled visibly, sweat pouring down his face from sheer fear and overwhelming pressure.
Yet in truth, Luo Fan's sharp eyes weren't fixed on him at all. They stared at the translucent system panel floating before him, framed in pale blue and encircled by swirling black-and-white auras.
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✦[Host: Luo Fan]
✦[Identity: Young Master of Luo Clan, Successor of Supreme Invincible God Emperor]
✦[Bloodline/Talents: Transcendents Bone, Primordials Chaos Bod..]
✦[Cultivation: Void God Realm]
✦[Mystical Abilities:]
Luo Clan Supreme Dao Art
Innate God's Spirit Temple (Talent)
Myriad Changes Demonic Physique (Talent)
Heavenly Devouring Demonic Art
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✦[Wish Authority Feature: Open]
✦[Warehouse: Nothing]
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In an instant, Luo Fan grasped the full capabilities of the system before him. He regarded it with only mild interest.
For Luo Fan was a reincarnator. In his previous life, he had devoured countless cultivation novels, and naturally, mysterious "systems" like this had always sparked excitement and daydreams within him.
*This system's core feature is Wish Authority... the supreme privilege to alter reality and all things. Simply put, as long as I desire something—with inspiration and intent—it becomes truth.*
Luo Fan mused inwardly, a faint mocking smile curling his lips.
*Intriguing... like a dream come true. But on the other hand, it's utterly boring. It makes everything too easy—life devoid of challenge. Still, the benefits are immense. If a powerful cultivator ever attacks, this system could instantly reverse predator and prey. Wishing for limitless power, then playing the pig to devour the tiger... that sounds entertaining. Risk-free, and endlessly amusing.*
Luo Fan decided to test the feature just a little.
He turned to the Heavenly Demon, smiling faintly to ease the suffocating tension in the hall. "Heavenly Demon, I want you to tell me about this world—the powers, the politics, everything interesting."
The Heavenly Demon paused for a moment, drawing a deep breath to steady himself before meeting Luo Fan's gaze—still unable to rise from his kneeling posture.
"This world is clearly divided into two: cultivators and ordinary mortals. For cultivators, everything follows the law of 'an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.' Power and strength reign supreme. They may kill, plunder, and do as they please—provided they do not interfere with mortal lives."
"Five hundred years ago, when the human dynasty was first established, its founder was the strongest cultivator of that era. He created rules to maintain balance—separating living domains completely. Violators become enemies of the dynasty."
"The dynasty has its own cultivators, called soldiers. Though most are weaker than sect cultivators, their numbers are vast beyond counting."
"The human dynasty is ruled by the absolute authority of the Human Emperor, with three direct subordinate factions: the royal family, the nobles, and the military. These laws endure and are generally followed, but if a cultivator reaches extreme strength... rules mean nothing."
The Heavenly Demon continued for hours, covering the world's foundations, laws, and powers—including the righteous alliance known as the Heavenly Cultivation Federation, which balanced the dynasty, and how the Heavenly Demon Sect alone prevented open war between the federation and the dynasty.
"Interesting," Luo Fan murmured softly, a smirk playing on his lips. "In the end, all three powers crave sole dominion, yet they can only wait for one side to strike first—then ally to eliminate that side... always ready to stab each other in the back."
The Heavenly Demon was quietly impressed by Luo Fan's sharp analysis. On a deeper level, this balance wasn't simple. Common folk might think the sect's overwhelming strength held it together, but truly, it was political theater: the first aggressor becomes the tyrant, the late striker the savior.
"Continue proving your worth, Heavenly Demon," Luo Fan said lightly, before snapping his fingers with a crisp *snap*.
In that instant, vast spiritual energy surged through the Heavenly Demon's body. His long-stagnant foundation shattered, breaking through to half a step into the Void God Realm.
The Heavenly Demon's eyes widened in disbelief and shock. The power coursing through his dantian was incomparable—pure and blazing, as if he had awakened as a god in mortal flesh.
This cultivation level hadn't appeared in the Xuanyuan Continent for hundreds of thousands of years—only a handful in all history had touched it.
Half-step Void God Realm: invincible across eras, merely a fraction from ascension to the higher realms.
The Twelve Demon Lords sensed the explosive dark storm of aura and instantly knew it was Young Master Luo Fan's doing. Their fear and reverence toward him deepened immeasurably.
In Luo Fan's mind, playful thoughts swirled. He could still masquerade as an ordinary cultivator seamlessly—playing villain or virtuous hero as he pleased.
Thus, he snapped his fingers once more.
In a flash, boundless, unparalleled power flooded his body. His cultivation soared to indescribable heights—every form of power at his fingertips, controllable with effortless thought.
Now, Luo Fan felt as if he had become the system itself—capable of bestowing anything... or taking anything... with a single whim.