“Is that so? Am I already dead?”
The Guide muttered to himself. Then his heart suddenly clenched. “What about Bingying? Tell me, did you see a little girl around ten years old? Is she in danger? Did that monster…”
“I didn’t see her here. She should still be alive,” Xia Lun said calmly.
“Still alive? That’s good. That’s good.” The Guide seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and the tension in his face eased somewhat.
A trace of pity flashed through Xia Lun’s eyes.
He was only trying to comfort him. He had no idea what had happened to the little girl either.
Under normal circumstances, a person’s soul would dissipate directly after death rather than come to the Spirit World.
There were exceptions, of course—souls burdened by deep obsessions, souls that were naturally powerful, souls bound by powerful curses, or souls that had signed contracts with certain ancient beings of the Spirit World.
However, the man standing before Xia Lun did not seem to be one of them, yet he had still arrived in the Spirit World.
There appeared to be nothing special about his soul. Xia Lun could still discern that much. The Guide’s soul was unnaturally calm, almost as if he had not just experienced death.
In other words, some outside force had caused him to enter this place after dying.
Xia Lun looked around. The area was covered by a sea of blood. It had now become completely still, its surface smooth as a mirror without a single ripple, even reflecting the figures of the two men.
“Sir…” The Guide looked at Xia Lun somewhat nervously. “Are you from another world? Her Majesty the Queen once said that the humans of other worlds look very different from us…”
That short black hair, those deep blue eyes, the warm complexion so unlike that of the Ice and Snow Tribe, and those unfamiliar clothes—all of it resembled the “visitors from beyond the realms” Her Majesty had once mentioned.
“Yes.” Xia Lun nodded.
The queen of their world actually knew that other worlds existed? That meant she was very likely no ordinary deity, but a powerful being who held a place even among the endless stars.
The characteristics of ice and snow were probably quite conspicuous as well… Xia Lun seemed to recall seeing several similar beings in the Temple of the Stars.
In truth, even among those who stood on the same front against Chaos, most beings still cautiously concealed their true identities and the worlds they belonged to.
“Do you remember how you came here?”
Xia Lun asked the most crucial question. His gaze swept across the sea of blood, and his spiritual sense spread in all directions like an invisible net. Apart from the Guide, there were no other complete soul fluctuations here. He might be the only clue.
What about the Chaos Demon God? Xia Lun sensed no unusual aura at all. Could he have been wrong? Was the Chaos Demon God’s soul not here?
“How did I come here…”
Memories and confusion surfaced in the Guide’s eyes.
The silence lasted for several breaths.
The sea of blood remained calm, but Xia Lun keenly sensed that something seemed to be stirring slowly beneath that tranquility—not a physical object, but the sediment of some emotion, the echo of some memory.
“Yes! It seems someone said something to me!” The Guide’s eyes suddenly widened, and the sea of blood began to boil with him. “After I died, I think I heard something…”
“What did you hear?” Xia Lun’s gaze sharpened.
The Guide’s lips trembled, and his soul began to flicker unsteadily. He struggled to recall the words, each one like a fragment of stone dredged painfully from the depths of his memory.
“This world will ultimately be devoured…”
Before he could finish speaking, a smear of scarlet suddenly crawled across the Guide’s pupils. The red spread rapidly, like ink dropped into clear water, instantly staining his entire eyes.
“Roar!”
The Guide let out a howl filled with suffering, rage, and madness. Reason receded from his eyes like the ebbing tide, replaced by a hollow and violent killing intent.
Countless sharp icicles thrust up from the sea of blood, sprouting like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flashing ice spikes were coated in a thick layer of blood and shot through the air from every direction, stabbing straight toward Xia Lun.
What was happening? Even his abilities had been enhanced.
Ripples began to spread across the sea of blood, as if it had become connected to the Guide.
Xia Lun lightly tapped the ground with his foot, moving backward as nimbly as a swallow. Each time his foot touched down, a massive ice spike burst from that spot, pursuing him relentlessly.
An ice sword appeared in Xia Lun’s hand. Frost circulated along its blade and surged toward the Guide. Xia Lun attempted to use the same origin of ice-soul power—only far purer—to suppress the chaos within the other man and awaken the reason buried beneath it.
The sword’s pure chill flowed into the Guide’s body, but the latter merely swayed slightly before showing no further reaction.
The aura of the Guide’s soul began to weaken at a visible rate, like a candle burning at both ends as it released its final, dazzling radiance.
He had been completely controlled, fighting by exhausting his own soul.
If this continued, he would soon dissipate even if Xia Lun did nothing.
“There’s no other way.”
Xia Lun sighed, and flames suddenly flared in his hand.
“Flash.”
Xia Lun’s figure vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already beside the Guide. The ice pillars that had formed a forest as vast as towering trees began to collapse from within. Cracks spread across them like cobwebs before they shattered completely, transforming into a sky full of ice crystals.
The flames on Xia Lun’s fire sword gradually died out, leaving behind a faint wisp of white smoke.
“I’m sorry.” The Guide gave a bitter smile. “I’ve troubled you again.”
“Is there anything you want to say? If I get the chance, I can pass your words on to your queen later,” Xia Lun asked gently.
The Guide stood where he was, as though thinking very seriously.
“No… I don’t seem to have any regrets left. My mission is complete.” The Guide appeared to relax completely.
His tall body began to slowly melt. As he spoke, steam billowed from his mouth.
“Don’t blame me.”
“It’s all right, sir. I’m already dead. This is merely dying a second time…” A faint flame glimmered within the crystal chest of the Guide.
“I always performed my duties faithfully. No matter what orders came from above, I would do everything in my power to carry them out—that was my only purpose. When there was no mission, I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do.” The Guide sighed. “Although everyone treated me well, I was never able to truly face this world. I regarded myself as nothing more than a tool. Perhaps for me, death is the true salvation… Bingying is still alive. As long as she’s alive, that’s enough.”
The flames pierced through the Guide’s body. The tall warrior of the Ice and Snow Tribe melted into a pool of snowmelt and merged with the sea of blood beneath Xia Lun’s feet.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
