Are There Only Demonesses Left in the Cultivation Realm?

Lu Changyuan dragged his body, step by step, toward the Nether Monarch’s Royal Palace.

The Sun Gnomon concealed the secrets of heaven. The Moon Gnomon traced back the past.

The Moon Gnomon guaranteed he would retain his sanity for now, just long enough for him to reach the path to death.

Following the Nether River onward, the Nether Palace was now in sight.

Lu Changyuan’s massive, demonized body drew closer, his every step toppling the teetering, dilapidated walls.

’This demonic transformation is pretty interesting.’

The sensation was quite novel, as if his body would soon cease to be his own.

’How disgusting.’

Lu Changyuan reached out and hacked off another arm that was beginning to sprout from his body.

In truth, it wasn’t entirely accurate to say he had been invaded by the Desire Demon.

To be more precise, half of his body had already been thoroughly saturated by the Desire Demon; there were even ways for him to become a second Desire Demon.

That was why the Desire Demon had chosen him, trying every method imaginable to shatter Lu Changyuan’s Supreme Heartless and ultimately orchestrate the theft of his body.

’We’re old friends, you and I. No need to be so formal.’

Lu Changyuan squinted and began to laugh. "If you want my body, just say it. Stop beating around the bush."

A strange, guttural roar echoed from within Lu Changyuan’s body.

It was a howl that seemed to be a fusion of the consciousness of all living things.

BOOM!

Lu Changyuan ripped open the gates of the Sin Prison, and his massive body tumbled completely inside.

In truth, he was in immense pain.

The part of him that was the Desire Demon sought to seize control of his body, devour his consciousness, and manifest in the world through him.

It was still the same problem: without the Supreme Pure Spirit Forget Immortal Technique, Lu Changyuan had very few ways to stop the Desire Demon.

The Desire Demon, that wretched thing, had existed in the Mortal World for millions of years, hiding in the hearts of all people. How could it possibly be easy to defeat?

Lu Changyuan squinted. His legs began to mutate, transforming into massive, swollen pillars, covered in nauseating pustules.

The Moon Gnomon began to crackle, threatening to shatter at any moment.

A masterless Magical Artifact struggled to resist the Desire Demon.

Lu Changyuan felt his mind descending into chaos. His senses were overwhelmed, and even with Broken Thought in hand, he couldn’t stop his own thoughts from running wild.

The first to arrive was the desire for wealth. Copper Coins began to sprout from Lu Changyuan’s left hand, embedding themselves in his skin and turning his arm into a grotesque bed of soil for cultivating them. The sight was utterly terrifying.

Next came lust.

A gentle, fragrant breeze wafted by.

The scent of sandalwood incense filled his nostrils.

"Young Master Lu, won’t you take my body?"

Su Youwan had appeared before him at some point, clad in a sheer cyan veil with nothing underneath. A single glance revealed the full expanse of her flawless, jade-like skin.

Her delicate, cool body coiled around him like a snake.

The young woman whispered wanton words into Lu Changyuan’s ear, which, combined with her normally sacred and innocent face, made the act all the more depraved.

Moreover, when she saw that Lu Changyuan wouldn’t even spare her a glance, Su Youwan let out a coy laugh. She shed the cyan veil entirely, then used it to blindfold herself.

"This way, whatever Young Master Lu does... Youwan won’t be able to see a thing."

Lu Changyuan paid her no mind.

He continued to walk, step by step, his body wracked with exhaustion.

He had to get to the path to death.

The desires for fame and food came as one.

The pangs of hunger and the urge to chase fame shackled him.

’I want to stop... I just want to stop.’

Lu Changyuan suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard on his left hand, the one already infested with Copper Coins.

Blood and flesh scattered.

The Copper Coins clattered to the ground, and as they rolled, their metallic exterior dissolved, revealing pieces of scarlet flesh.

"Just a few cheap tricks."

Lu Changyuan said, though he was so tormented he could barely see straight.

The last to arrive was the desire for sleep.

This was the final of the Five Desires.

Suddenly, a chorus of voices began to speak in Lu Changyuan’s ear.

"You’ve guarded the world for a thousand years. Aren’t you tired?"

"You’ve done more than enough for the world. It’s time to rest. You want to rest too, don’t you?"

"If you don’t want to rest, why not just go back to the Daoist Sect? Have a proper talk with your disciple. She’ll understand."

"You never wanted to concern yourself with this world again anyway, did you?"

Amidst the countless voices, a figure in a white dress slowly materialized.

Her eyes were gentle, her voice melodious.

Xia Lianxue stepped forward and gently caressed Lu Changyuan’s head. He felt as if he were sinking into the softest clouds, growing drowsy.

And the Little Fairy in a White Skirt spoke like a wife begging her weary husband to rest, "My lord, it is time to sleep."

Lu Changyuan faltered.

The Moon Gnomon abruptly shattered, its fragments dissolving inch by inch into Lu Changyuan’s body.

The Desire Demon had found one of Lu Changyuan’s few weaknesses, and so it assaulted him with lust and the desire for sleep at the same time.

It wanted to make Lu Changyuan lose all power to resist, to imprison his consciousness in the deepest recesses of his own body and slowly grind it away over time.

From behind, Su Youwan embraced him, her ethereal laughter as pleasant as the tinkling of wind chimes.

Did Lu Changyuan have desires?

He did.

Every Cultivator has desires. Before he attained the Dao, Lu Changyuan’s greatest desire was, in fact, to go home.

With all his memories flowing back, Lu Changyuan finally remembered his true origins.

He had indeed transmigrated from another world; otherwise, the word "game" wouldn’t exist in his memories. The Desire Demon had read those memories and fabricated the "game" scenario from them.

Eighteen hundred years ago, he arrived in the Cultivation Realm. His old world lost an ordinary office worker named Lu Changyuan, and the Cultivation Realm gained a Young Physician.

His aptitude for cultivation had always been ordinary—it wasn’t some fabricated detail. It was because his aptitude was genuinely so average that he only stepped onto the Immortal Ascension Path at the age of fifty.