Chapter 1: Possession by Nightmares

They firmly believe that if this perverse master wanted to kill them, it would be far easier than crushing an ant.

Damn it, ugh, all of them should die! How can these two trash-like bodies host me! Where is the powerful psychic force that just attracted me? Great Nightmare Demon God, bless this Demon Lord, even though I have never believed in you! I do not want to be killed by those detestable ancient immortals!" The red-eyed demon emitted a wail that only he could hear, his figure growing fainter, as if he were about to disappear into nothingness. I do not want to be killed by those detestable ancient immortals!" The red-eyed demon emitted a wail that only he could hear, his figure growing fainter, as if he were about to disappear into nothingness.

In the forest, the couple engaged in a secret affair reached a critical moment. The man embraced the long-haired woman's snow-white, voluptuous figure, bringing her down forcefully, then lifting her high again, akin to a snowball cascading into a waterfall at the foot of a mountain, each descent splashing up droplets of water.

Ah? Immortal? UFO? The little boy exclaimed and jumped up from the ground, but due to his numb legs, he stumbled and fell, lying dazed on the hillside, gazing at the magical glow in the sky. This extraordinary sight, which only appears in myths, stirred the entire tourist area, with a clamor echoing from the hotel district below the mountain.

As Wu Cangang fainted, a graceful figure in ancient attire emerged from the colorful light in the sky. Dressed in ethereal garments that flowed elegantly, she exuded an aura of divinity, standing atop a seven-colored lotus platform, suspended high in the starry sky. Her celestial robes billowed, and colorful ribbons danced around her. From her enchanting, pitch-black eyes shot forth a beam of golden light, devoid of any emotion in the icy cold, only an endless intent to kill, instantly enveloping the entire Earth in golden radiance

The grand ritual of the primitive tribes in Africa was taking place around the bonfire, filled with singing and dancing in worship of their true deity. Suddenly, a beam of golden light swept through, causing several to spurt blood and fall from the high altar. The ordinary priests, not understanding what had happened, believed the true deity was angry, hurriedly knelt on the ground, howling and trembling, fervently praying.

Why do I have such strange feelings, why do I miss someone so much... But who is she, why can't I remember her name or her appearance? The eleven-year-old Wu Can gazed blankly at the starry sky, his misty eyes filled with an unshakeable sorrow, a depth and sadness that certainly did not belong to someone of his age

The delicate young boy, dressed in a primary school uniform, sat cross-legged on the hilltop, his hands supporting his chin in distress. From the small grove beside him came intermittent moans from a woman and the heavy breathing of a man. Such sounds were often heard in the woods of tourist areas. The boy did not quite understand what was happening, but he hated hearing those sounds. Yet, not wanting to leave this wonderful place for stargazing, he could only cover his ears.

All the powerful beings on Earth felt the murderous celestial power emanating from the Holy Mother of the Golden Lotus, and they trembled in submission under such immense force. However, the true culprit hid within the body of the young boy Wu Can, cautiously and stealthily merging the residual power into the human body, akin to a tortoise holding its breath, while quietly assisting him in altering his fragile physical structure

Wu Can was staring at the increasingly bright colors in the sky. Suddenly, a thin black shadow with red eyes lunged at him, sporting long horns like a demon from a comic. Wu Can opened his mouth in terror, unable to scream, and felt a cold, slippery entity penetrate his body. Then, a sharp pain surged through him, and he fainted.

At the moment the Earth was enveloped in light, the masters of various major cultivation sects in China felt as if they had been stripped bare and were being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder on their chests, not daring to breathe, cold sweat pouring down like the Huangguo Waterfall

At that moment, a translucent shadow of a demon, adorned with long and peculiar horns, clumsily fell from the sky into the woods. It made not a sound, yet emanated a strange and eerie aura, causing the birds that resided there to screech and flee into the distance, as if escaping a terrifying plague of death

The demon with red eyes saw Wu Can, and the expressions of frustration and fear vanished in an instant. Cackling, it lunged at him without even glancing at the strange phenomenon in the sky, mumbling: "Damn the Holy Mother of Golden Lotus, I, the Demon Lord of the Book of Pictures, merely peeked at you having a spring dream once, what's the big deal? I wouldn't say anything indiscreet, so why pursue me across billions of light-years? You even forced me to this filthy human planet. Do you really want me to disappear completely before you are satisfied?"

The prominent bishops and the Pope of the Western world are embroiled in heated debates over the next saintly maiden's training, their faces flushed with anger. Suddenly, they are swept by a beam of golden light, and the powerful alien celestial energy causes turmoil in their chests, leading them to spout several mouthfuls of fresh blood, their faces turning as pale as paper. One by one, they pull out their Bibles and begin to recite loudly. Waves of milky-white sacred light rise in the conference room, and the sound of hymns reverberates throughout the Vatican

The Holy Mother of Golden Lotus finally scanned the area beneath her feet, glancing over a pair of lovers collapsed in the forest, as well as the small, unconscious body of Wu Can. Then, with a disappointed sigh, she was about to leave when she suddenly exclaimed in surprise and once again fixed her gaze on Wu Can's body

The startled cries of the birds and the sound of their wings slicing through the air disturbed the woman. With her innate sixth sense, she suddenly felt a chill. Before she could speak, she saw a shadow with red eyes, its enormous horns radiating an evil aura, standing coldly behind a naked man, towering in the dimly lit woods like a statue made of black coal

The man, perplexed, laughed heartily: "Little tease, brother, aren't you impressive today? Finally got to you this time!" Then, a shiver ran down his spine; before he could erupt, he felt a tearing pain throughout his body

Ah! The woman was overly startled, convulsing in a fit, spewing forth streams of exquisite nectar, rolling her eyes back, and fainting.

Wu Can, who had been covering his ears, noticed that the annoying moans had ceased. He lowered his aching arms and let out a childish smile, yet the smile did not dispel the sorrow in his eyes. The surroundings were eerily silent, allowing him to hear his own heartbeat. Suddenly, a dazzling burst of color flashed through the dark starry clouds of the sky, more brilliant and vibrant than a rainbow, illuminating the pitch-black night

Little Dancer | Woman, is it enough, hmm? The man wrapped his arms around the woman's soft, slender waist, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing loudly among the trees in the deep night