Blind Leek

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing. 
 
However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.
 
For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.
 
When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.
 
Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.
 
But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.
 
“Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”
 
“Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”
 
What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.
 
In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.
 

I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

The old Daoist chuckled and cupped his fists, "Fellow Daoist, after a million years of separation, you have finally condensed a trace of humanity from the chaos and could travel across the universe. Congratulations!"

When he appeared, Ling Ping'an's intuition had already told him what the old Daoist was up to.

The Supreme Moral Celestial Venerable!

One of the three pure ones in a practical sense!

The Great One who projected all realms and all aspects.

The immortal who had occupied the source of time and glimpsed the end of time.

He was almost one step away from breaking free from the shackles of time, space, and matter.

He was truly leaping over time and space.

He had obtained complete freedom and peace.

The reason why he said he was only one step away was that this great immortal had yet to truly stop all projections.

Meeting (2)