With nothing more than a single sentence—and without even using the Eye of Insight—Aise’s figure silently dissolved before Xia Lun, like a sand painting scattered by the wind.
It was an illusion created from Xia Lun’s memories. And in Xia Lun’s memories, Aise would look exactly like that.
For an instant, an almost imperceptible pang passed through Xia Lun’s chest.
Xia Lun looked down at the blood sword in his hand. A dark-red sheen flowed along its blade like the pulse of a living creature.
In truth, the blood sword possessed neither consciousness nor a sword spirit. Everything it did was merely the result of its nature and instinct.
Xia Lun’s gaze then returned to the blood sea below.
In only a moment, countless blurry, twisted blood shadows struggled up from beneath the surface. They reached toward Xia Lun in the sky, as though they were about to launch an attack.
Xia Lun simply watched them take shape, as if observing a clumsy play that had nothing to do with him.
“Do you intend to continue? This meaningless farce.” Xia Lun’s voice slowly rang out, overpowering the invisible uproar below. “You should know that these things can’t hurt me.”
The writhing blood sea actually seemed to understand him. It paused briefly, and then the blood shadows instantly dispersed, transforming into bloodwater that merged back into the sea.
Xia Lun stood suspended in the void as the blood sea below returned to stillness.
A moment later, a low rumble began to rise from the center of the blood sea.
The surface started to bulge. At first, it was only a small mound, but it rapidly swelled and rose, as if a mountain range beneath the sea were breaking through the surface at astonishing speed. Vast quantities of bloodwater defied gravity, surging upward in reverse torrents and gathering together as a gigantic figure took shape.
It was a body as imposing as a mountain. Its skin was a deeper crimson, like congealed blood, while dark-golden patterns resembling veins of magma slowly flowed across its surface. Six equally massive arms unfolded symmetrically behind it, each one seemingly capable of crushing a mountain with ease.
Yet what moved Xia Lun most was the creature’s face.
Aside from those inhuman features, the contours of its face and the subtle expression between its brows and eyes were unmistakable. Xia Lun recognized them at a glance.
The face the Chaos Demon God had revealed actually looked exactly like his own!
When the Chaos Demon God had grown just tall enough to meet Xia Lun’s gaze while he floated in midair, it stopped growing.
Xia Lun had no doubt that it could become even larger. After all, the blood sea beneath its feet still stretched beyond the horizon and showed no sign of drying up.
“You seem surprised.” The Chaos Demon God’s expression was remarkably calm. Its voice was not like thunder or the echo of some abyss, as one might have expected. Instead, it was exceptionally clear and even, carrying a hint of curiosity.
“Why did you take the form of the Chieftain?” Xia Lun gripped the blood sword in his hand, remaining alert for the instant this creature might attack.
He did not believe that the Chaos Demon God had taken on his appearance. After all, Xia Lun understood that an existence such as the Chaos Demon God might not even consider him worth imitating.
“Why do you see it that way?” the Chaos Demon God asked, still composed. There was no trace of madness in its voice. “He and I share the same origin. Isn’t it perfectly normal for us to have the same appearance?”
“The same origin?” Xia Lun was slightly taken aback.
“The world was born from primordial chaos. In an explosion, space and time came into existence, and the Celestial God and Demon God races appeared alongside them.” The Chaos Demon God spoke of things Xia Lun already knew. “As the first Demon God and Celestial God, the Chieftain and I were formed from the same primordial chaos.”
“But you are polar opposites,” Xia Lun said slowly.
“That is true,” the Chaos Demon God readily admitted. “Because our natures were utterly opposed, we could not coexist within a single body, and eventually separated completely. But no matter how far back we trace our origins, we both came from the same chaos. What is wrong with having similar faces?”
“So you’re saying that you were born evil, while the Chieftain was born righteous?” Xia Lun stared unblinkingly at the Chaos Demon God before him.
“Evil and righteousness… Who decides which is which? And what defines them?” The Chaos Demon God’s face remained utterly expressionless. “You are human, born from the power left behind by the Celestial God race. Your minds are stable by nature. For us, however, devouring, destruction, and chaos are simply part of everyday life. Just as you are immersed in peace, we are ruled by slaughter… Who can determine which side is right and which is wrong? You merely stand from your own perspective and presumptuously label us as so-called evil.”
Xia Lun fell silent for a moment. The Chaos Demon God’s words were not without reason. In fact, they touched upon certain philosophical questions concerning the essence of existence.
“And for the sake of your so-called righteousness, you intend to erase me…” The Chaos Demon God finally let out its first cold laugh, revealing a trace of disdain. “What a selfish race.”
Yet Xia Lun was not shaken in the slightest by its words. Instead, he seemed to relax completely.
“If that’s all there is to it, then that’s wonderful,” Xia Lun replied.
“What?” The Chaos Demon God frowned.
“Then there’s no pressure at all.” Xia Lun tightened his grip around the hilt. The blood sword in his hand slowly rose, its tip pointing straight at the Chaos Demon God’s abyssal eyes. “It’s just like the most primitive laws of nature. If a beast tries to prey on a human, the human naturally picks up a club and fights back.”
A cold smile curved across Xia Lun’s lips.
“That way, cutting you down won’t trouble me in the slightest.”
“Is that so? That is how you intend to see it?” The Chaos Demon God crossed its front pair of arms before its chest. Its voice remained as steady as ever. “But to me, you do not even qualify as prey… Only the Chieftain is worthy of being my opponent.”
An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from the mountain-like body of the Chaos Demon God like a tangible tsunami.
It was not killing intent, but a higher level of pressure—the crushing force of one set of laws against another. Even the void seemed to tremble, letting out a pained cry beneath the burden. The blood sea below was forced downward by the aura, sinking into the shape of a gigantic bowl-shaped vortex.
Even Xia Lun, as powerful as he was now, could not help paling. The arm holding his sword tensed as he resisted the pressure that seemed capable of crushing even his soul.
“You will not be my opponents. The Priestess—though perhaps she should now be called a goddess—and the goddess will not be my opponent either.” The Chaos Demon God regarded Xia Lun indifferently. “You are nothing more than food laid out on a platter.”
Xia Lun clenched his teeth. Amid the boundless pressure, he slowly raised the blood sword to an angle better suited for exerting force.
The dark-red light along the blade began to flicker rapidly, as though the sword were trembling with both fear and excitement.
Xia Lun said nothing. But his rigid spine and the battle spirit burning in his eyes were already the finest answer he could give.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
