Fu Qingjun was completely speechless.

Her hair had such abilities, so naturally the bangs endowed by her royal power also had corresponding hair abilities. As expected, she learned from me by creating a mental space in her own brain?

Copying isn't a good habit.

This was an innovation that I painstakingly developed after researching for several days when I first arrived in this world.

Yet she has already turned the Buddhist practices into a highly sophisticated "Earth Giant" cultivation system.

Being able to achieve this, although somewhat strange, is not entirely unexpected.

Qin Hong herself has excellent qualifications and wisdom. After experiencing countless reincarnations, she has lived through various lives, becoming extremely wise and transparent.

After all, if you let a pig experience a hundred lifetimes, even it would become sharp; let alone someone with decent qualifications to begin with?

Fu Qingjun hesitated in his heart and thought, "This can be seen as a system of modern human cultivation!"

He continued eating, calmly observing the changes.

He didn't need to lead anything, just be a behind-the-scenes player, merely observing the revival of this second mythological era turning into an Extraordinary World.

Various hindrances, enemies, those mythical giants of Demon Country, they will all be settled for me.

"I only need to eat."

Fu Qingjun's expression remained calm, as eating was a significant matter; not having eaten enough, my brain could not provide for this population limit that keeps increasing at all times.

...

At this moment.

Li Jihao slowly opened his eyes.

There are innumerable forms of sadness in his heart, hard to articulate.

The scenery of that world, wielding swords and singing high notes, finally reaching the pinnacle, contending with the great path, embracing the one he loved only to die together...

"She is truly dead, yet I am still alive."

He felt empty, an indescribable sorrow lingered within.

After a period of easing, he sighed, realizing the unique advantages of being a Mythical Giant species.

The advantages of being a "God" envious to countless mortals.

However, people on this land have not realized that he is actually a "God."

After easing for a while, he slightly closed his eyes:

"Journey to the next life."

He planned to reincarnate again, using the innocence of childhood to disperse his worries.

Yet suddenly a message arrived in his mind, rendering him slightly stunned:

"Do you want me to bring two martial artists into the Buddhist sect for a quota to reincarnate?"

This?

Li Jihao hesitated.

Need to recruit people?

But the grand and magnificent Jianghu is already imprinted in his heart, unable to be separated.

Moreover, through continual reincarnations, I can transcend, this life's soul returning has already slightly altered the structure of my soul's main body.

He stepped out the door, looking at the factory.

"Second-in-Command!"

"Second-in-Command!"

A few tall muscular men were working as blacksmiths in the factory, busily at work.

After all, the Ten Blades Association, the gang, embarked on the path of industrial reform, building factories.

Li Jihao's gaze scanned those around him, finally settling on his two trusted followers, "Li Tao, Erque, you two come with me."

"Boss?"

"I have a master technique to teach you," Li Jihao said.

The two were immediately full of excitement.

...

Shushan Land.

Even though Li Jihao was reincarnated, he ultimately did not reach the real high tier, failing to notice certain places where dark tides are surging.

Over the years, some sects have undergone changes in the shadows, with the recently emerging Mola Ghost Sect resembling the Buddhist sect but essentially a completely different hidden force.

Demonization.

In some sects, they've discovered that certain terrestrial beasts have begun growing menacing tusks and sometimes shadowy figures dart about, some towns have started witnessing various oddities and anomalies.

Shadowy figures darting, oddities frequent.

Disciples from major sects descended from the mountains, exorcising demons and monsters.

Even some cultivators began undergoing demonization, mysteriously sprouting certain things, tails covered in scales, tusks, bony spikes.

A border area,

A subordinate town under some major celestial sect,

The entire land was dilapidated, pitch black, dark red, the sky filled with black mist.

Houses crumbling, the ground piled with severed fragments of limbs and blood chunks, corpses piled high, forming a triangular pyramid mountain of human skulls.

This once prosperous and wealthy city had become truly a deadland, a despairing hell birthing demons.

Full of the sect disciples' corpses, strewn across the ground.

"Pool of flesh and blood, demon spirits born."

"Yet another one has emerged, a soul of a cultivator full of resentment, can we call it a... ghost?"

Mola stared at this mountain of skulls, his expression devoid of sorrow or joy.

Or perhaps his face was ever-changing, constantly transforming into children, old men, women, youths...

No one knew what terrifying monster Qin Hong's reincarnated form had ultimately become.

Or perhaps, his birth was not accidental.

Even without Qin Hong, as the soul remnants of the strong gather, such beings would sooner or later emerge.

Moreover, strong beings of the fourth realm, even after dying, their souls can detach from the body, persisting for a time.

"Detached from the body, the remaining soul fragments of resentment gathered can be termed ghosts? Demons?"

Mola's expression remained calm, "A ghost must feast on human souls to survive....this is also an inevitable occurrence, as the fourth realm—those who have heard the way—must inevitably face this."

Mola maintained a peaceful demeanor, suddenly penetrating a celestial sect disciple filled with shock and struggle.

Bang!

The next second, the disciple couldn't help but swell up, every pore of his skin sprouting dense red tumors.

Two large tumors on both sides of the temples bulged suddenly, bursting with pus, the tumors grew a pair of ghastly white bone horns.

Mola transformed into a red dense tumor monster with white bone horns, calmly glaring at the surroundings.

"Indeed, the genetic structure of a soul impacts the structure of the flesh," he said indifferently, "Once I possess it, the soul will alter the bloodline structure of this body."

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within, speaking lightly, "This body still can't withstand it, will use it for a while....going to the next city."

"Go."

He waved his hand, a faint mist enveloped the land, "Launch this war of the Demon Realm."

This was a ghostly mist.

A massive mist stemming from the concentration of his soul.

Wherever it covered, all the forests and trees began to mutate continually demonizing, gradually converting into a bizarre black-soiled Demon Realm.

The entire Shushan Land began to be attacked by demonic creatures.

It seemed inevitable historically.

With powerful celestials, when they fall, their evil thoughts gather, thus there are ghosts.

Mola gradually levitated, looking down at the whole land,

"Cover everything, suppress all sects, destroy the Celestial Court, shroud the world in shadows."

"And even to Qingshi Town, take over the Buddhist and celestial sects, dominate the prehistoric giants, and even head to Du Guan Town, rule over the great witches there, undertake vast construction, create a new world!"

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