Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Qinghe County is named after the Qinghe River.

The Qinghe River is not a small river, but a tributary of a large river that runs through several counties in Yunzhou.

The waterway is wide, and even at its narrowest point it is several hundred feet wide, with merchant ships coming and going all year round.

In times of peace and prosperity, cities built along waterways have always been wealthy.

Fish catches, water transport, and riverside resources are all tangible resources.

But this world is different; it is a land of demons and monsters, with demons in the water, and even more so in the mountains and forests.

It is said that in the deepest part of the Qinghe River, there are no fewer than ten water demons of the eighth or ninth rank with names and surnames.

The fact that they were able to hold onto a county in such a place speaks volumes about the strength of the Qinghe County Demon Suppression Division.

When Gu Changjin arrived in the county town, it was already noon on the second day.

The Demon Suppression Division of Qinghe County occupies a vast area with high black walls and courtyards. The two demon-suppressing stone beasts in front of the gate are three zhang tall. The demon-suppressing guards passing by along the way also have significantly stronger qi and blood than those in Black Stone Town.

Gu Changjin only needed to glance around to know that there were quite a few sixth-level martial artists in the Demon Suppression Division here. And deeper inside, there were also the auras of seventh and eighth-level martial artists.

"good."

At least they're not like those oddballs and deformed children in Blackrock Town.

He went in with the official document bearing Zhao Hongda's seal.

The Demon Suppression Division of Blackstone Town was attacked at night by the Three Wolves of the Northern Mountain. Demon Suppression Envoy Zhao Hong and his men were killed in battle, and only a newly recruited Demon Suppression Guard survived to return and report the news.

The reason was simple, the official documents were complete, and even the seal of the Demon Suppression Envoy was genuine.

As for how to send people to Blackrock Town to investigate, that's a matter for later.

Gu Changjin waited in the side hall for a short while before a young man dressed in black with silver patterns walked in.

He looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a fair complexion. He didn't have a sword at his waist, but he wore a pair of dark red wrist guards.

A seventh-tier Qi and Blood martial artist, not bad.

Gu Changjin could see through the other party's blood and qi level at a glance.

After the young man sat down, he picked up the document and glanced at it.

"You're Gu Changjin?"

"Yes."

"Are all three wolves of Beishan really dead?"

"He's dead."

"Where are Zhao Hong and the others?"

"He's dead too."

The young man looked up at him for a few moments, then asked about some details of that night in Blackrock Town.

Gu Changjin had already prepared his explanation.

Demons launched a night attack, and the Demon Suppression Division fought to the death. He was knocked unconscious, and when he woke up, the Three Wolves of Beishan and Zhao Hong and others had already perished together.

It makes perfect sense, at least coming from a first-tier martial artist who has only been with the Demon Suppression Division for a few days. There are no obvious flaws in what he said.

The young man did not press the matter further.

My name is Shen Zhao.

"Deputy Envoy of the Demon Suppression Division of Qinghe County".

"We can't go back to Blackrock Town for now. I'll send someone over to investigate the details."

"You will stay in the county town's Demon Division for now."

"Work under my command."

Gu Changjin nodded.

"clear."

Shen Zhao summoned a demon-suppressing guard and ordered him to take Gu Changjin away to settle him in.

Wait until the door is closed again.

From behind the side hall, a sound of footsteps slowly began to emerge.

A middle-aged man in his forties came out.

He didn't radiate his aura outwards, but the occasional sense of oppression he exuded was clearly superior to Shen Zhao's.

Eighth rank, or even close to the peak of the eighth rank.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly as he watched the direction Gu Changjin had left.

"Have they set their sights on another one?"

Shen Zhao picked up the teacup, smiled, and did not deny it.

A hint of displeasure appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Those powerful families in your prefecture are still the same as before."

"Seeing a young martial artist with good bloodline is like smelling meat."

"How old is he?"

"twenty."

Shen Zhao said calmly.

"Reaching the first tier at twenty years old is quite good in Blackstone Town."

"Moreover, I just took a look using a family secret technique."

"His vital energy and blood are very pure."

"The level of bloodline is also higher than what is shown on the resume."

The middle-aged man understood by now.

"Is this for your sister?"

Shen Zhao then raised his head.

"Her congenital bloodline is too weak."

"Through normal cultivation, one can only reach the fifth level at most."

"If we could obtain a better bloodline, at least we would still have a chance to continue progressing."

He paused at this point.

"Anyway, I'll be transferred back to the state capital soon."

"I'll take him with me when I go."

Whether he survives or not depends on his own fate.

The middle-aged man stared at Shen Zhao for a long time, and finally just snorted coldly.

"I can't be bothered with your business."

"But don't take action in Qinghe County."

"This is my territory."

Shen Zhao nodded with a smile.

"nature."

The middle-aged man turned and left, but as he walked out of the side hall, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

These powerful families in the prefectures were all ruthless and ruthless, each one more capable of devouring people than the last.

If you catch geese every day, one day you'll get one of them to peck out your eye.

……

The days that followed suddenly calmed down.

Gu Changjin was assigned to a small, independent cabin in the East Courtyard of the Demon Suppression Division.

He received a fixed supply of blood food and elixirs every month, and no one assigned him any dangerous missions.

Shen Zhao acted as if he had simply taken him under his wing casually, and never came to see him again.

Gu Changjin was quite happy with his leisure time. He spent his days reading the records of the Demon Suppression Bureau and occasionally taking a walk around the city to sense the rapidly expanding number of demon warriors outside.

This actually helped him relax.

Every time I descended upon this body in the past, either the original body was about to die, or someone around me wanted him to die.

Even after returning to the main world, he still constantly thinks about cultivation, power, becoming a True Immortal, and leaping through the Immortal Gate.

It seems like we've always been rushing forward, but in this life, there's suddenly not much of a sense of urgency.

Of course, the main thing is that we have a trump card up our sleeve.

At worst, we can open a virtual realm and sink the world!

This feeling of absolute control over his own destiny gave Gu Changjin the leisure to truly see the world for the first time.

The materials collected by the county demon chief finally allowed him to fill in a large amount of missing information in the fate line.

The martial arts in this world are divided into nine levels.

There is still a path after the ninth level.

It is Zhenwu.

Martial artists who have entered the True Martial Realm are also respectfully called True Persons by the world.

At this level, martial artists no longer simply focus on strengthening their qi and blood.

Its own will, qi and blood will form a certain connection with heaven and earth, and it has already been able to touch the rules of this world.

The Great Liang Dynasty, with its capital at the foot of the nine provinces.

Throughout the Nine Provinces, there are celestial beings overseeing everything.

Behind each of these real people lies their own tradition and lineage.

As for the capital of the dynasty, there was a national advisor to suppress the world.

The Grand Preceptor of the Great Liang Dynasty possesses unparalleled strength among all True Immortals.

Some ancient texts even speculate that the imperial advisor had already reached the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm, and was only one step away from stepping into a higher level.

Gu Changjin simply shook his head when he saw this.

"It's still not enough."

Because he had already seen the Great Sage of Demons in the grand scheme of fate.

The gap between the so-called True Martial Realm and those Great Saints is not just a little bit.

To put it bluntly, the Great Sage of Demons is a being on a higher level than Zhenwu.

In the future, for every demon who breaks through to the Great Saint level, the human race will lose vast territories.

In the later stages, with the appearance of the Great Sages one after another, the human race was completely powerless to fight back.

What's even more interesting is that Gu Changjin could clearly sense those pivotal moments in his life.

The demons do indeed have a "great momentum".

Every Christmas, the world's fondness for demons grows even stronger.

The luck of demons will also surge.

That makes things easier.

He had already seen a pretty good idea of ​​which demons would break through to the Great Sage level in the future from the River of Destiny.

You can either approach them in advance or simply wait until the day it breaks through.

They went to its door and begged it to die.

Kill them one by one.

They always manage to shatter the forces of demons.

However, problems also arose.

"Demons and monsters have good fortune."

"What about the humans?"

Gu Changjin flipped through the ancient books in his hand, his brows slowly furrowing.

Looking at the long river of fate, humanity's defeat was far too easy.

There are no chosen ones or truly powerful individuals who can bear the weight of the race's destiny.

Even those few real people seemed more like they were just stalling for time to be destroyed.

If all the demons and the Great Sage were simply killed, the outcome could certainly be changed.

What Tao truly needs is to leverage the world's destiny and origins at a deeper level.

Demons have value.

Those future Great Sages are ready-made turning points in destiny.

What about the human race?

What is the significance of humanity's existence in this world?

Gu Changjin tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

Suddenly, the movement stopped.

"wrong."

"Perhaps we shouldn't ask what value humanity has."

"You should ask..."

Why must Heaven force humanity to lose?