The Great Abyss Demon Slaying Cannon

Hundreds of years ago, the Six Heavens Ghost Prison, wielding the might of the Turbid Sea, invaded a certain world.

The foreign race inhabiting that world possessed frail bodies, making cultivation difficult. They could only rely on the power of spiritual mechanisms. Moreover, having never witnessed the might of the Demon Lords, they naturally stood no chance against the Ghost Prison Demon Army. After several fierce battles, each ended in a disastrous defeat. Ultimately, the entire race was forced to make their final stand within their last capital city.

As the Six Heavens Ghost Prison’s grand army laid siege to the city, with their extinction imminent, a brilliant prodigy emerged from the foreign race during this critical juncture. They gathered the most skilled artisans of their entire clan, exhausted their wisdom, poured out their hearts and souls, and scoured for rare treasures. From this monumental effort, they forged a demon-slaying weapon truly unparalleled through the ages.

This was the so-called ‘Grand Abyss Demon Slaying Cannon.’

At its peak, four colossal cannons stood upon the city’s formidable pass. They were externally connected to demon-binding magic arrays and internally linked to pools of spiritual water. Their spiritual energies intertwined, forming a cohesive formation.

When a single shot was unleashed, the magnificent, demon-slaying, evil-dispelling divine light was so formidable that even peerless experts like Ji Yuan Demon Lord and Chi Tian Ghost King had to evade its devastating edge.

This weapon allowed the foreign race to cling to a precarious existence.

However, centuries passed. After more than a hundred years of relentless warfare, the formidable pass and grand city eventually fell, overwhelmed by the Six Heavens Ghost Prison’s ceaseless assaults and the internal discord that festered within. The entire race was annihilated by the Six Heavens Ghost Prison.

A few remnants, who had betrayed their kin to join the enemy, were also transformed and cast into the Ghost Prison, becoming eternal slaves.

Thus, this powerful weapon fell into the hands of the Six Heavens Ghost Prison.

Unable to replicate it and finding its nature incompatible with their own methods, making its use difficult to master, the Six Heavens Ghost Prison held little interest in it beyond a mere collection piece. Later, during a conflict with the Central Divine Continent, it was deployed in an emergency.

However, its power was barely unleashed, and it suffered extensive damage in the process. Its remnants ultimately fell into Bai Yuan’s hands.

Out of nostalgia for that era in her previous life, she developed a keen interest in the object. After meticulous examination and exchanging information with several Demon Lords, she finally glimpsed its profound mysteries.

She spent several years meticulously refining, streamlining, and reconstructing it, eventually integrating it into her cultivation system. This led to the creation of her ‘Peerless Sword Intent of Immortal Slaying and God Killing.’

Bai Yuan had initially believed that, given her current progress, it would still take several more years to manifest it within her inner vision. She had never imagined that a spontaneous act of hers would bring about its early completion.

‘Could this be the so-called reward for good deeds?’

For a moment, Bai Yuan felt a peculiar sense of bewilderment.

“Sister Yuan.”

After an unknown period, a familiar voice echoed in her ear.

Bai Yuan opened her eyes and turned her head, only then realizing that Qian Ying and Yang Xuan had already reached the doorway.

The setting sun cast its light upon them, stretching their long shadows across the ground.

“Sister Ying, Master.”

Bai Yuan stared blankly at the doorway for a moment before regaining her composure, gathering her scattered thoughts. She briefly recalled their earlier conversation: ‘Have they finished speaking and are now planning to leave?’

Thinking this, she rose, preparing to fulfill her duties as hostess and see them off.

Unexpectedly, before she could even speak, Qian Ying suddenly winked at her. “We’ve bothered you all day, and it’s getting late. You’ve just broken through, and your realm isn’t stable yet. I also need to hurry back and consolidate my own cultivation. So, we won’t stay any longer. Hmm, Sister Yuan, you’ll have to… work hard in a bit.”

‘Work hard… me?’

Bai Yuan paused, bewildered. ‘What could that possibly mean?’

Then, seeing Qian Ying’s ambiguous expression, tinged with a mischievous smile, she instinctively looked up. She then noticed Yang Xuan’s face, which, though expressionless, clearly conveyed a sense of helplessness in its subtle details. Suddenly, she understood.

“Uh… Sister Ying—”

Before she could say anything more, Qian Ying had already turned and walked out of the courtyard gate. She waved her hand, her figure vanishing into the bamboo grove.

Only a single sentence drifted back to them.

“Get some rest early. Don’t overwork yourself.”

To have such words spoken so openly and righteously, even Bai Yuan, with all her experience and thick skin, couldn’t help but blush. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

An unexpected silence settled over the Golden Bamboo Courtyard.

‘Yang Xuan clearly came here looking for you—yet in the end, I’m the one left with him…’

‘Does this count as… shifting responsibility?’

Bai Yuan silently grumbled to herself. Then, she felt two gazes settle upon her.

She instinctively met the eyes, which held an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.

“…”

They stared at each other for a moment, but Bai Yuan was the first to falter.

“Master?”

“Thank you… for today.”

The man’s voice held a complex tone.

“What?”

Bai Yuan was startled, then quickly understood, letting out a wry laugh. “Sister Ying’s foundation is solid; she was only a hair’s breadth away. Today, she had an epiphany and achieved a breakthrough. This concubine merely happened to be present.”

“A hair’s breadth away?”

Yang Xuan stared at her, speaking in a low, profound tone. “Ying’er has been stuck at that ‘hair’s breadth’ for at least two years. Cultivation is such that if you don’t comprehend it, you simply don’t. In these past two years, I’ve tried many methods, even having her go out on campaigns and experience battles this time, yet she couldn’t break through the mystery. Instead, in just a few words from you, she achieved a breakthrough—can that truly be called ‘merely happening to be present’?”

“Even the wisest of men may err in a thousand thoughts—Master, with your exceptional talent, naturally cannot understand the arduous struggles we dull-witted individuals face in our fervent pursuit. Perhaps it was simply a matter of not finding the right method before.”

Bai Yuan replied indifferently.

In her previous life, having lost her system, she had to start anew. Due to a flaw in her Dao foundation, she had painstakingly sought understanding before reaching the Xiantian realm, almost exhausting every method at her disposal, yet she could never find the entrance. Only when she was truly at her wit’s end did she resort to unorthodox demonic paths.

One could say that few in this world were more familiar than her with the various paths to achieving the Xiantian realm, the obstacles one might encounter midway, and the potential pitfalls. Yang Xuan, however, was entirely different. With extraordinary talent and the protagonist’s destiny, he advanced courageously and rapidly, breezing through all obstacles. His speed in achieving the Xiantian realm was truly rare in the world.

Using such talent to teach ordinary people like them was no different from a top student in her first life trying to teach a struggling student how to solve problems—even if the top student talked until their mouth was dry, the struggling student would still stare blankly.

Both of them could see Qian Ying’s difficulties. However, the methods Yang Xuan proposed were only suitable for himself, lacking specific targeting, and thus naturally failed to yield results. In contrast, Bai Yuan could empathize, create suitable scenarios, and, through words and even a touch of mental illusion to guide, prescribe the right remedy, hitting the mark with a single sentence.

“If you are a dull-witted person, then there are probably very few intelligent people in this world.”

Yang Xuan’s tone was chilly, as if he disdained Bai Yuan’s pretense of humility.

“Master flatters me.”

Bai Yuan knew herself well. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, so she simply turned and re-entered the house, instructing Biyan to prepare dinner.