Great Villain: Starting by Humiliating the Son of the Heavenly Fate

In the heart of the Vibrant Blaze Domain, the sky was torn open by a massive spatial channel, swirling like a black funnel that seemed big enough to swallow the heavens.

From its depths, waves of demons and demonic beasts poured out, so many that they swallowed the sunlight, casting the land below into eerie darkness.

The air reeked of demonic qi, thick and oppressive. The land beneath the channel had already started to rot, the once-lush vegetation twisted into lifeless husks, the earth turning a sickly black.

A deep, mocking voice rang out from within the horde.

"So this is the Immortal Martial Continent? Hah."

The speaker chuckled, a sound that slithered through the air like poison.

"I was hoping for some real fun, maybe a bloodbath the moment I arrived… but all I found was one pathetic Dao Palace realm human—who barely lasted a few seconds before we tore him apart."

"Maybe the humans already ran?" another demon sneered.

"Hah! Ran? More like wiped out. Our vanguard must've done its job well."

The demons muttered among themselves, trading guesses, each one more arrogant than the last.

A few of the demonic beasts had no interest in talk. They threw their heads back and roared, their cries rolling across the land like thunder, making the very ground tremble beneath their might.

This time, the demon army wasn't just big—it was massive. With demonic beasts in the mix, their numbers had exploded past two million!

And it wasn't just cannon fodder pouring through. More than a hundred Transcendence realm powerhouses had arrived, and plenty of them were in the Late-stage of their cultivation.

The important thing? The demon race wasn't holding back.

They had forced the spatial channel wide open, making it so even Transcendence realm demons could pass through without a hitch. No restrictions, no weakening—every last one of them had arrived at full strength.

And they weren't just from one clan.

This time, the invasion wasn't just led by the Nether Soul Demon Clan. Others had joined in—clans with terrifying abilities, each deadlier than the last.

The Dark Sprite Demon Clan, the very demons Jiang Chen once disguised himself as, were here.

So were the Shaking Heaven Demon Clan, the Vajra Demon Clan, the Devouring Flame Demon Clan, and the Beast Taming Demon Clan—along with plenty of others.

Each clan had its own terrifying innate skills and monstrous power.

All around, demons murmured among themselves, their voices buzzing like a swarm of locusts.

Suddenly—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted from above.

The demons' heads snapped up.

The spatial channel—already massive—was expanding again. The air around it shook violently, like the sky itself was about to tear apart.

"Lord Bo Luncang is coming!" a demon cried out, voice trembling with reverence.

"The great Nirvana Peering realm demon himself—Lord Bo Luncang!"

The crowd erupted in excitement.

"With Lord Bo Luncang here, the Immortal Martial Continent is doomed! The humans will be nothing but corpses… or slaves!"

"Hah! This place is just the first step. Once we take it, Lord Bo Luncang will lead us straight into the Profound Jade Immortal Domain!"

"I can't wait any longer! I want to kill!"

The bloodthirst in the air was palpable, the demons barely able to contain their excitement.

BOOM!

A second ear-piercing explosion shook the sky.

The spatial channel burst open like an overfilled dam, cracks spreading in every direction, dark energy surging wildly.

And from within—

A man emerged.

He drifted forward effortlessly, as if the raging storm of spatial energy meant nothing to him.

His blood-red robes billowed in the wind, his jade-white face set in a cold, ruthless expression.

And his aura—

It didn't just overpower the two-million-strong demon army below. It drowned them completely.

"COMMANDER BO LUNCANG!"

In an instant, the entire army dropped to their knees.

The massive demonic beasts threw themselves to the ground, pressing their heads into the dirt, as if they weren't even worthy to look upon him.

The world itself seemed to hold its breath.

Bo Luncang let out a slow, deep exhale, a gust of thick, blood-tinged qi spilling from his lips before he casually waved a hand, signaling his army to rise to their feet.

The spatial channel had been pushed to its limit, stretched wide enough for Transcendence realm cultivators to pass through without a scratch. But Bo Luncang was on an entirely different level—he was Nirvana Peering realm.

Even though he had forced his way through, the price had been steep. His body had taken a heavy hit, and now, his power was only a fraction of what it should be—maybe a tenth, maybe even less.

And that wasn't the worst part.

He was in enemy territory now. The Immortal Martial Continent was already thin on Spiritual Qi, but for demons like him? It was even worse—Demonic Qi was nearly nonexistent.

For Transcendence realm cultivators, just surviving in this kind of environment was a struggle. Trying to recover energy? Nearly impossible.

And Bo Luncang? A Nirvana Peering realm demon in this land was like a beached whale—too big, too powerful for the environment to sustain.

The only thing that could restore his strength was more Demonic Qi. And until the Myriad Demons Continent sent it over to corrupt this land, he was stuck like this.

For now, all he could do was rely on recovery pills and endure.

Still, even weakened, he was Bo Luncang.

He drew in a slow, measured breath, steadied himself, then swept his gaze over the vast demon army below. His voice rang out, sharp and commanding—

"All of you, heed my command!"

Instantly—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Like a wave crashing down, the entire demon army—every last warrior, every monstrous demonic beast—dropped to their knees in perfect unison, their heads bowed in absolute submission.

"Before the Prosperous Stone Immortal Star even has time to react, we take the Immortal Martial Continent!"

Bo Luncang's piercing gaze swept across the vast demon army below. "We seize control, set up an intelligence network, and fortify our defenses—fast!"

Then, with a sharp flick of his hand, he added, "To speed things up, I've brought a little something special… the Myriad Demons Sky Piercing Mirror!"

A deep hum filled the air.

Out of nowhere, a colossal black mirror appeared, floating high above them. And then, it expanded.

In the blink of an eye, the mirror—once no larger than a shield—stretched wider and wider, growing until it spanned the sky like a massive black lake, stretching hundreds of thousands of meters across.

"The Myriad Demons Sky Piercing Mirror?!" A demon's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he gasped.

"That's the Demon Lord's own treasure! And it's actually been given to Commander Bo Luncang?"

Laughter and whispers of excitement spread like wildfire.

"With that mirror on our side, our demon army will sweep through the entire Immortal Martial Continent like a storm!"

Shock quickly turned to grins of pure delight. The powerhouses of the demon race were no longer just eager.

They were hungry for conquest.

The Myriad Demons Sky-Piercing Mirror wasn't just any magical artifact—it was a Nirvana Cleansing-level immortal treasure, and it had a terrifying ability.

It could randomly teleport anything one-way to a distant location.

With this, the two-million-strong demon army could instantly scatter across the Immortal Martial Continent, hitting different regions without warning. The humans wouldn't even see it coming.

The demons were already overwhelmingly strong—but with this? Taking over the continent felt inevitable.

Meanwhile, deep inside the Burning Blaze Ancient Sect, now a demon stronghold, a teleportation array flared to life.

The sudden burst of light and energy drew every demon's attention—including Bo Luncang's.

A figure materialized in the center of the array.

A human cultivator.

But not just any human—he was one of Jiang Chen's death warriors, a pawn sent to gather intel.

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

"A human!" someone sneered.

Laughter broke out.

"Hah! And here I thought we had an actual threat."

"Just one? What a joke!"

"Brothers, let's not kill him too fast. It's been too long since I had the pleasure of breaking a human cultivator."

The demons grinned, their faces twisting into something cruel and monstrous, their eyes gleaming with sick anticipation.

The death warrior stood frozen, his breath coming in short gasps. He could already feel their bloodlust, the way they looked at him like he was nothing but prey.

His voice echoed in Jiang Chen's mind, filled with fear and finality.

"Lord Jiang Chen… there are hundreds in the Transcendence realm. And even stronger demons… they have a mirror… Lord, please… grant me a quick death."

His eyes widened in sheer despair.

He already knew—there was no way out.

"Come here!"

A Transcendence realm demon grinned, his forked tongue licking his lips, his expression filled with sick delight.

"Little human cultivator, let me savor your essence, hehehe!"

Before the death warrior could react, demonic hands grabbed him, their claws digging into his flesh.

He knew what was coming—torture, pain, and death.

But before the demons could do anything—

His body shuddered violently. Then, just like that, he collapsed, lifeless.

The demons blinked.

"Huh? He's dead?"

"Tch. He was a human death warrior!"

"So what?" one demon scoffed. "Doesn't change a thing. The Immortal Martial Continent is doomed. Their warriors are nothing but meat on a chopping block, waiting to be carved up!"

The crowd of demons let out disappointed sighs, but none of them cared for long. One death warrior meant nothing in the grand scheme of their conquest.

...

Far away, Jiang Chen flicked his hand, and the shattered soul seed magatama crumbled into dust.

His mind, however, was racing.

Hundreds in the Transcendence realm… even stronger demons…

This wasn't just some ordinary invasion.

This demon army is the real deal.

Hundreds of Transcendence realm elites. A Nirvana Peering realm powerhouse.

This force could crush entire continents—and yet, in the original timeline, they were probably just here as fodder. A grand stage for Mo Hao to steal the spotlight and grow stronger.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed.

How do they plan to attack?

And more importantly—

What's the real purpose of that mirror?

As he was piecing things together, a strange ripple tore through the air above him.

His eyes snapped upward.

"What the...?!"

A massive, ghostly mirror had appeared, floating silently in the heavens.

And from its dark depths—

A flood of demons and demonic beasts poured out, crashing toward the land below like an unstoppable tidal wave!