I am not strong.

But the people in this world seem to be weaker than me.

The white cat was rendered speechless.

"Those people outside will definitely be angered to death if they heard what you've said," the white cat muttered. She stretched out her pink tongue and licked Lin Jiufeng's wrist.

Then, she let Lin Jiufeng stroke her as he wanted.

After interacting with Lin Jiufeng for almost 10 years, their relationship had long become deep.

Now that Lin Jiufeng had become so powerful, the white cat seemed to be proud of him.

Lin Jiufeng carried the white cat and returned to the courtyard.

Two cherry trees, one big and one small were budding and extending their branches.

They were about to blossom.

The cherry tree that he planted when Emperor Ming passed away had also grown up.

Lin Jiufeng was often in seclusion, so he couldn't feel the passing of time.

Only when he saw the two cherry trees did he realize that such a long time had already passed so fast.

He was now about 60 years old.

He had been silently signing in within the confines of the Cold Palace for almost 40 years now.

'The world is too complicated. I'll just continue signing in here. At the very least, I have to defeat every demon in the demon's den underneath and squeeze out as much of their value as I can…'

Lin Jiufeng was patient.

After putting down the white cat, he turned around and went to the underground palace.

The demons and Demon Gods in the demon's den had tried to resist back then.

But facing Lin Jiufeng's cultivation base, no one could withstand him.

Especially in the past five years, Lin Jiufeng had become increasingly unfathomable.

In the demon's den, deep underground…

More than 3000 once infamous demons, Demon Kings, and Demon Gods were gathered.

This demon den only had a single exit.

After all, it was created to prevent the dissipation of the abundant spiritual energy inside and to prevent the declining spiritual energy of the world from entering and contaminating the demon's den.

Therefore, the seal must be tight.

They also had to minimize the risk of others discovering and breaking the seal prematurely.

Only then could they continue to exist for a long time.

This idea was unanimously agreed upon by everyone back then.

But now, the plan that had prolonged their lives for so long was also the reason why they were unable to get out and remained trapped in the demon's den.

The 3000 plus demons had arranged coffins for themselves, some placed themselves in a pocket of space, floating freely in the air. Some directly dug holes and buried themselves in them.

They hibernated in different ways, but now they all had something in common.

It was because they were all awake.

Everyone looked at each other.

In the previous era, they were powerful demons, high-spirited Demon Kings, and formidable Demon Gods who ruled over their own regions.

But in this era, they were like the elderly in the villages. They only sat and idled around, doing nothing every day. They chatted about their glorious pasts, lamenting the passing of time and the emergence of new talents in this new era.

"How did things come to this?" Suddenly, a Demon King covered his face and sighed.

No matter how much hatred and anger they had towards Lin Jiufeng, they all vanished under his fist.

Now, all that was left in them was sadness and melancholy.

This particular Demon King was incredibly depressed about this.

It was the kind of feeling that made him wish that he could cut open his own head with a knife and ask himself if the donkeys had gone into his head when he designed this demon's den back then.

If he had created another exit, the 3,000 plus demons in here right now wouldn't have to obey Lin Jiufeng's wishes.

The other Demon Kings fell silent.

"That human is becoming stronger and stronger. If we had counterattacked all at once at the start, we could've had a chance," A Demon God said with regret.

"That's right…"

"That human has humiliated us for more than five years now, but we don't even know his name after so long. What a disgrace." A demon gnashed his teeth in anger.

But what came after his anger was disappointment.

"He wouldn't humiliate us like this for the rest of our lives, would he?" Suddenly, a Demon King blurted out.

The others stiffened.

This time, no one could sit still.

Being humiliated was a fact, they accepted it.

They had to accept it.

They had no choice but to accept it.

But they would rather die than submit to this kind of humiliation for the rest of their lives.

Every demon…

Every Demon King…

And every Demon God in this demon's den had their own dignity.

"I can feel that he is becoming stronger and stronger. When he came over yesterday, I attacked him, but he defeated me with a single flick of his finger," A Demon God said with lingering fear.

"Fighting him is like fighting against a celestial. It's too terrifying." The Demon God's heart trembled as he recalled.

Demons were also living things.

It was just that some of them were exotic, but all of them were fundamentally afraid of the strong, especially those like Lin Jiufeng whose strength was unfathomable to them.

As long as they had no idea just how exactly strong he was, they would always find it difficult to fight him with all of their strength.

Because no matter how powerful they were—they would still be easily defeated by Lin Jiufeng.

"He's probably about to come today. I'll go and give it a try." A Demon King stood up.

He had never fought with Lin Jiufeng before, but the people who fought with Lin Jiufeng would always come down and reenact their fight.

As a result, he was prepared and knew what to expect.

"This time, even if I have to use the last vestiges of spiritual energy in my body, I have to test his bottom line." The Demon King gnashed his teeth.

Everyone looked at this Demon King as if they were looking at a brave warrior.

Dong, dong, dong!

Footsteps sounded from above the demon's den.

The 3,000 demons, Demon Kings, and Demon Gods below all raised their heads in unison.

Lin Jiufeng was here!

"Who is it today?" Lin Jiufeng opened the seal and asked.

It was just like how an emperor would visit his imperial concubine by flipping the card.

Every day when Lin Jiufeng came over, he would 'visit' a Demon King or a Demon God.

At the very least, his opponent would be a demon.

The 3,000 plus famous demons in the demon's den looked at the Demon King who had volunteered.

There was encouragement in their eyes.

The Demon King who volunteered gritted his teeth.

He roared angrily and displayed his ultimate technique.

In his weakened state, he did his best to display the demonic path's highest martial technique, the Burning Heaven Demon Technique!

The power he displayed was definitely very powerful even amongst the average Grotto-Heaven Realm cultivators.

This Demon King's entire body exploded into an inferno of flames as he flew up.

The flames that he carried with him seemed to be able to burn everything under the heavens.

The flames were black with a hint of red.

They were special flames in the demonic path that could easily burn weapons, treasures, and the like.

The 3,000 plus demons watched with anticipation in their eyes.

The Demon King had displayed a might comparable to a fifth or sixth-level Grotto-Heaven Realm expert.

Would this human who had been continuously torturing them be able to resist?

If he couldn't withstand it, they would be able to break the seal and escape.

This was the dream that the 3,000 plus demonic beings wanted to see the most.

But in the end, a dream was just a dream.

Lin Jiufeng watched as the charging Demon King transformed into a ball of flames.

The raging flame was a threat, even to him.

Lin Jiufeng also saw the anticipation within the eyes of the 3,000 plus demons down below.

Regarding this, Lin Jiufeng remained languid.

He directly stretched out his palm.

Demon Suppression Record!

A huge talisman that emanated a terrifying aura manifested.

It directly pressed down.

Boom!

This slap landed on the Demon King's body.

The raging flames on his body became akin to that of a crazed firecracker as they exploded in every direction possible. The Demon King let out a tragic cry as his body flew straight down, back into the abyss, and crashing against the floor of the demon's den.

The 3,000 plus demons were all dumbfounded.

"He's even stronger now," a Demon King murmured.

"It's over, it's all over." Some even closed their eyes, tears flowed down their cheeks silently.

A man does not easily shed tears.

Except, when something truly depressing had happened or was happening.

Sometimes, dreams were so fragile that they were like the reflection of the moon in the well…

One could only look at it but never reach it.