Departure is always sad, let alone permanent farewell, but life must go on, time moves, and the path must be walked.
The death of Pan Dadao faded slowly over time.
Every few years, Zhang DaoMing would go to his grave, carrying a jug of new wine, placing it in front of the tomb, and then starting to chatter.
"Brother Dadao, on this road of life, you sneaked away first, but there's no need to hurry, I'll come along shortly. When the time comes, if you've reincarnated into a young master of some prestigious family, you must take good care of me!"
He picked up the jug of wine again, "Consider this jug my gift to you in advance."
The wine jug opened, pouring wine down.
New wine paired with an old grave.
It seemed there was no one left in the Blue Sky Sword Sea, neither in the Sword Sea nor on the Immortal Sword Peak, no cultivators could be seen.
Those who left had left, those in seclusion remained so, now there was only this desolate atmosphere.
The Big Yellow Dog sat in the Sword Forest, fully taking on the role of a security guard, guarding the now extremely small cocoon, waiting for Chen Xia to break out of it.
It waved its paws, calculating carefully, it should have been exactly two thousand years, which reminded it of what the Third Elder had said.
That after a thousand years, if Chen Xia still hadn't broken out of the cocoon, he would personally come to move it away.
But no one had been seen coming!
The Big Yellow Dog snorted in disdain, that little old man was just trying to frighten the dog.
Before its train of thought settled, abrupt footsteps sounded from within the Sword Forest, crisp at first, then very heavy, appearing behind the Big Yellow Dog.
"After a thousand years, as I said." A low voice sounded.
The Big Yellow Dog's body stiffened, if it had its past temperament, it would have started kowtowing and begging for mercy by now.
But this wasn't its business now, so the Big Yellow Dog swallowed, plucked up courage, and said extremely carefully.
"I know you said it, but the problem is Chen Xia still hasn't come out."
"What's that got to do with me?" The Third Elder disdainfully spoke, looking at the cocoon, continuing, "The Blue Sky Sword Sea gave him two thousand years' time by the Sword Forest Spring, that was already extremely generous, how could he continue staying here now when the Sword Sea's spiritual energy is insufficient?"
It had to be said, the Third Elder's temper had mellowed quite a bit over these two thousand years, actually willing to explain these things to the Big Yellow Dog.
In the past, he would have just started attacking.
"But he still hasn't broken out of the cocoon, could you give a few thousand more years leeway?" The Big Yellow Dog abjectly pleaded.
The Third Elder's eyebrows furrowed, "Who the hell can I give a few thousand years' leeway, who can give the Blue Sky Sword Sea a few thousand years' leeway?!"
"I understand, I understand." The Big Yellow Dog hurriedly waved its paws, rummaging behind it for a moment, taking out a not very big pouch and handing it to the Third Elder, a grin stretched across the dog's mouth.
"Just some spirit stones, let's talk nicely."
The Third Elder deeply cast it a look, suddenly recalling what the Old Fisherman had said.
Since his youth, this Big Yellow Dog had been lingering at the entrance of the Sword Forest, having lived for who knows how many great eras. Following reason, it should be quite a formidable being.
After all, age brings wisdom, old dogs can't be underestimated!
But this Big Yellow Dog was an exception. Having lived for so long, it had never been heard that he was very powerful.
It was hard to say if it really lacked strength or was hiding its strength, so for so many years, apart from Qiong Qi, no one had provoked it.
But judging from the Qiong Qi incident, this Big Yellow Dog was truly powerless.
The Third Elder really couldn't be bothered with it. He casually slapped away the pouch, impatience seeping into his tone.
"Hurry up and scram, this concerns the Blue Sky Sword Sea, it's not something your couple of sentences can dismiss. If I really lose my patience later, both you and Chen Xia will have to get lost."
"Don't rush, don't get angry, we can talk nicely." The Big Yellow Dog was far too nervous, even its paws were shaking.
"No more." The Third Elder's expression darkened as he lightly pointed a finger down at the Big Yellow Dog.
Immense aura erupted instantly.
The Big Yellow Dog's body suddenly smashed heavily into the ground, shattering large patches of earth, suffering unspeakably.
The Third Elder paid the Big Yellow Dog no more attention, walking towards the cocoon with heavy steps.
"Don't." The Big Yellow Dog's pained whisper came, its paws scrabbled forward helplessly, still trying to stop him.
The Third Elder was already face to face with the cocoon, brows knitted, letting out a disdainful snort.
"Pretentious thing."
He raised his hand, aimed straight at the cocoon, brilliant light flashing above it, about to erupt.
"Don't!"
A roar, the Big Yellow Dog's eyes emitted red light, its figure actually charged out from the shattered pit in an instant, with afterimages crashing towards the Third Elder.
"Seeking death." The Third Elder coldly snorted, the hand aimed at the cocoon instantly turned towards the oncoming Big Yellow Dog, straight at its head.
The Third Elder crooked his finger, dense spiritual light flashing on it, carrying a berserk restless aura, about to shoot out!
Just the aura pressure caused the Big Yellow Dog's skin to ooze blood, splitting inch by inch.
The spiritual energy on the fingertip swelled again, exceptionally dazzling!
Boom!
The spiritual energy let out a huge bang as it shot out.
Just the ferocious airflow stirred up the void, tearing through the cloud layer.
The Third Elder had not held back this move!
The cocoon suddenly shuddered once, without any summons.
The heaven and earth, the cloud layer, stalled at this moment.
The spiritual energy dispersed into smoke, as if it had never appeared in this heaven and earth.
The Third Elder turned back, the cocoon had already cracked open a hole, from which stretched out a slender, pure white hand.
The white hand slowly retracted back into the cocoon, tapping lightly on it with a crackling sound, spiderweb-like cracks unfurling on the cocoon.
Bang!
It shattered open in an instant.
"It seems you didn't learn your lesson from Qiong Qi."
A bland voice.
An absolutely pure and white figure stood right in the center of the cocoon, growing long, translucent wings on his back.
The Third Elder's pupils constricted, "Chen Xia?!"
He felt an extremely powerful bloodline pressure emanating from Chen Xia, like a higher lifeform looking down on him.
Chen Xia took a step forward, slowly walking out, his consciousness withdrawn.
Having added two thousand points to strength, it was comparable to a quasi-Boundary Crossing Realm cultivator's strength.
"Little Three, you're still so unpleasant."
Chen Xia slowly approached him, softly chanting.
"Is this what you can call me?!" The Third Elder angrily roared, just about to raise his hand.
But Chen Xia had already reached his front, the absolutely pure and white fingers pointed at the space between his eyebrows.
"Go."
A bland voice.
Yet the scenery around the Third Elder kept changing. By the time it settled, he had already fallen into the pit.
Boom!
A hundred meters of earth overturned.
Chen Xia was already standing before him, the absolutely pure and white, slender figure standing there, the translucent wings spread open, blocking the light, just looking blandly at the Third Elder like this.
"Buddha!"
The Third Elder angrily roared, a towering Buddha image rising from the ground, like a majestic mountain range, its aura astounding!
Today, a huge conflict erupted in the Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The towering Buddha image sagged and fell.
The Sword Sea trembled.
It took the Sect Leader, who had been in seclusion for two thousand years, personally taking action, divine light subduing supremely, to stop this conflict.
It was hard to say who won.
Only knowing that after this battle, Chen Xia's combat strength formally stepped into the level of the Supreme Elder.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!