I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Ling Ping’an strolled along the paved path of Qilipu.

This time, he felt brand new emotions.

This small village that used to be ordinary was now very unusual in his eyes.

The space-time here was extremely stable.

So stable that it didn’t seem like it was part of this world.

To be more precise, the space-time here had been moved from another world and then embedded into this world.

It was like a nail being nailed into a wall.

This was fundamentally different from the mountains, seas and divine mountains that were constantly rushing over to this world.

The Divine Mountains from the Mountain and Sea World were fused with the world itself.

They were no longer separated from each other.

However, this mountain village was first cut out from another world with great divine powers and then nailed into this world.

It was similar to rivets.

It still had its uniqueness…

And remained incompatible with this world.

However, these abnormalities were all covered up.

It was only because Ling Ping’an had just awakened that he could see through the disguise of this place at a glance.

“It seems to be cut out from some divine kingdom or divine soil…” Ling Ping’an muttered while walking to the front of his ancestral house.

Incense curled up and rose from the ancestral hall.

Ling Ping’an raised his head and looked at the sky above his family’s ancestral hall.

Eight human figures with their eyes closed stood in the air according to the spirit tablet’s arrangement system, zhao-mu.

The incense rose and entered their bodies.

“It’s some kind of ritual…”

“And it’s an extremely ancient ritual!” Ling Ping’an thought.

He couldn’t help but recall the records on the family tree.

The Ling family, or rather, the ‘Ling’ family, were shamans that had been worshipping Young Empress Ming for generations in the Jingchu region!

“This ritual has something to do with that Young Empress Ming from Jiuge?” He looked at those faint figures and blinked.

They disappeared into the void one after another.

But he could still clearly feel the connection between his body and those figures.

This was a bloodline connection.

It was also the entanglement of cause and effect.

He felt these mysterious connections and obscure entanglements.

Ling Ping’an lowered his head. “Where are my female ancestors?”

Those eight figures were all men.

There was no doubt about this.

However, the female ancestors, who were also enshrined in the Ling’s ancestral hall, were nowhere to be seen.

This made Ling Ping’an recall the dream he had.

His mother in the dream was clearly still alive!

With his thoughts racing, he pushed open the courtyard door.

“Young Master!” Upon hearing this voice, he saw Uncle Zhang walk out, and whom immediately bent down when he saw him.

“Yeah!” Ling Ping’an no longer avoided the topic.

This was because the objective facts were as such.

He was a leader of monsters.

And they were of the most terrifying kind!

“You’ve finally awakened!” The old man sobbed.

“Not yet!” Ling Ping’an put Bastet down. “But soon!”

For a monster like him…

Once he started to awaken, he would definitely be heading towards a complete awakening.

This was an objective reality that did not change because of any subjective factors.

No matter how much he sealed himself, it was just a drop in the bucket to quench his thirst.

There was no doubt about that.

“Is everything okay at home?” Ling Ping’an asked.

“It’s fine!” Uncle Zhang replied, “With me around, our ancestors have always been worshipped at four o’clock on the dot!”

“That’s good!” Ling Ping’an nodded.

Then, he headed towards the ancestral hall.

When he walked inside, the tablets of worship started to shake collectively.

The dense joss sticks intertwined together.

It was as if they were welcoming his return.

It was as if his parents, who had been waiting for countless years, had finally glimpsed the return of a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time.

Ling Ping’an picked up an incense stick and lit it. Then, he solemnly lit the joss sticks for his ancestors as he had done in the past.

The moment he put the joss sticks in his hands into the incense burner…

He had already understood the origins of the Ling family’s ancestral home and this small mountain village.

This place was indeed from divine soil!

The divine soil of Young Empress Ming!

Moreover, it was the divine soil transformed from her divine body and divine core!

The question was: What had happened exactly?

…

Wang Shan’s car slowly drove to the intersection.

Opening the car door, he saw a familiar figure and immediately smiled.

“Department Head Lu…” He went forward with a big smile on his face. “What a distinguished guest!”

Lu Wenxiao turned his head and saw the three brothers of the Wang family. They were all smiling and walking toward him with ingratiating expressions.

“In front of my hometown, how could I proclaim myself as such?” Lu Wenxiao shook his head and turned to look at the mountain village in front of him.

Only those who had been expelled would truly understand what this place meant.

This was the land of eternal life, and it was also an immortal village!

Once one person could attain Dao, even chickens and dogs would ascend!

Wang Shan laughed. “Department Head Lu, aren’t you being a little too serious?”

He said, “Now, the Federal Empire is at its peak.”

“It can suppress the rest of the world and intimidate the world.”

“You are a noble of the Empire, the great guardian of the future… If you aren’t distinguished, who else is?”

This was the truth!

The world today was no longer the same as before.

Transcendent beings gradually began to show their divinity in front of people.

In the Land of Qin, there were even people who saw angels traveling on a daily basis.

Therefore, it was not surprising for demons or ghosts to travel in the daytime.

However…

In the Federal Empire, this was still an illegal act.

Any transcendent being who did not have permission to show their divinity was destined to get pummeled by the Blackguard!

And the Blackguard also relied on repeatedly catching those disobedient fellows and spanking them to let the world understand.

The Blackguard was still the same old Blackguard.

It didn’t change because the recovery of spiritual aura continued, nor was it because of the Legend of Nightmares, which caused transcendent beings to explode in numbers.

Especially last month, a general-level powerhouse from the poisoned Delhi Republic brazenly stepped into Ceylon’s territory despite the Blackguard’s warning.

In the end, justice descended from the heavens and he was killed by the Federal Empire’s space-based weapons!

There was a live broadcast of the killing.

The general was locked onto by the space-based weapons the moment he stepped into Ceylon’s territory.

Then, bang, bang, bang…

Three tungsten rods sent him to his death!

More importantly, those three tungsten rods were extremely accurate.

They only exterminated small enemies and didn’t harm the innocent.

They didn’t even harm the surrounding flowers and plants!

In front of everyone, they showed the strength of the Federal Empire!

It also confirmed countless people’s conjectures: the Blackguard had obtained a great opportunity from the Realm of Nightmare.

And that killing was the best evidence!

Accurate attacks, not harming the innocent.

The perfect combination of technology and psionic power.

Naturally, once this matter was revealed, the entire world was in an uproar.

This also raised the morale of the people of the federation to an unprecedented level.

Wang Shan, of course, was also affected.

In his heart, the government was naturally the most important.

The others were just ants, nothing more than ashes.

No matter how strong they were, how could they be stronger than the Federal Empire?

Dealing with a human God like the general was only a matter of a few tungsten rods.

If they were to cooperate with the experts of the Blackguard and kill the gods, it would probably only be as easy as taking something out of a bag.

In fact, such a thing seemed to have appeared.

In the Realm of Nightmare, there was a legend.

In a certain world, the Blackguard was laying out plans to surround and kill a god to take his divine core and blood.

Unexpectedly, after Lu Wenxiao had heard it, he just shook his head. “What do you know?”

“How could a mere mortal be able to guess the wisdom and greatness of the Lord?”

Hearing this, Wang Shan immediately became alert.

Even a big shot like Lu Wenxiao still had to address him as ‘Lord’?

What was the background of that Ling clan?

He turned around and exchanged a glance with his two brothers. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a figure flash past the tip of his head.

“Hu Nuonuo?” Wang Shan was shocked.

Flying in the sky during the day was not a profound cultivation method.

However, in the metropolitan territory of the Federal Empire, those who could soar in the sky during the day must have obtained the special approval of the Blackguard.

“Nuonuo has indeed activated her own bloodline and received the inheritance of her ancestors!” Lu Wenxiao couldn’t help but sigh as he watched. “It’s a pity… It’s a pity… Otherwise, I could have been as good as her!”

At this moment, the Wang brothers and Zhang Fengxiao were both frightened.

“Department Head Lu…” Zhang Fengxiao swallowed his saliva. “What do you mean?”

Lu Wenxiao laughed bitterly. “I can’t tell you about this!”

“However, brother Zhang, you can go back and ask your father!”

“If your father is willing to tell you, you will naturally know!”

“Anyway, since Hu Nuonuo can appear in the daylight, this means that there’s no need to keep it a secret anymore!”

“The Lord has returned!”

Zhang Fengxiao and the Wang brothers instantly felt their mouths and tongues go dry.

“The Lord has returned?” Their hearts pounded.

They felt extremely bitter in their hearts.

Lu Wenxiao’s words, coupled with Hu Nuonuo’s act of showing her divinity in broad daylight.

The dust that had covered their hearts for a long time seemed to have been blown away by the wind.

“What kind of opportunity did we miss exactly?” Wang Shan lamented.

He couldn’t help but think of all the things that had happened when he had seen that ‘Little Young Master’ this year.

He felt like a clown.