Today's weather was unusually sunny, and there were no roaring waves on the shore.
It seems that Chen Xia's two slaps were still very effective. This was also his usual method.
When reasoning didn't get through, he would start talking physics.
You must be afraid of physics, right?
It also contained some philosophy.
For example, people will die when killed.
Chen Xia sat outside the pavilion, legs spread apart, hands on his thighs, propping his head, and suddenly asked Qiu Yi behind him,
"Can you really walk out of Qing Province and go beyond the region by walking out of the Surging Sea?"
"The legend says so, but no one knows for sure. Some have tried but all came back, so no successful accounts have come out."
Qiu Yi's disembodied voice came, and she was studying an extremely complicated dao inscription.
Chen Xia's gaze lengthened as he looked at the distant mountain peak, and suddenly asked,
"Do you think I can get out?"
Qiu Yi blinked her bright eyes, did not answer at first, and after a long pause, she whispered with her disembodied divine sense,
"I don't know. Why do you want to go out?"
This question stumped Chen Xia.
From beginning to end, he had always wanted to find a quiet place where no one would disturb him, where he could steadily gain power and sleep every day.
Wasn't Qing Province the place he had been dreaming of?
Why did he still want to go out?
This was indeed a good question.
Chen Xia put down the hand propping his head, grinned, leaned back in his chair, looked at the sky, and chuckled in response,
"Because I was never alone, and compared to seeing the tombs of old friends, I'd rather see the old friends directly."
"Me...me too." Qiu Yi rarely spoke up, her eyes still staring at the complicated dao inscription in her hand, as if the speaker was not her.
Chen Xia nodded. "Then I hope we can both get what we want."
"Okay, okay, okay."
It was unclear whether Qiu Yi stuttered or was mimicking Chen Xia's usual manner.
The sunshine was bright today.
Although bright.
But it was also a little too bright for one's eyes.
On the edge of the realm.
Every day when Big Yellow Dog passed the stone lion, it would ride on it. After riding it, it would sigh with Zhang DaoMing.
"It would be great if it was alive."
Zhang DaoMing walked with his hands behind his back as usual, carrying a pot of wine, rolled his eyes, and continued,
"It would be even better if it was female, right?"
"How did you know, old Zhang?!" Big Yellow Dog sounded a little excited.
Zhang DaoMing glared at it and said, "I just felt you were a little abnormal recently, always wanting to ride it when you passed by. Ride if you want, no one's stopping you, but what are you writhing around for up there?"
Big Yellow Dog crossed his arms, looking serious, murmuring to himself, "Could this be the legendary first awakening of love?"
"At most you're just in heat." Zhang DaoMing rolled his eyes at it, then suggested, "Have you considered mating?"
"How can that be, I'm still young, isn't that moving a bit fast?" Big Yellow Dog was a little hesitant.
"Are you for real?" Zhang DaoMing chuckled lightly.
Big Yellow Dog was a little stunned, then looked Zhang DaoMing up and down, and only said one thing.
"Be careful when you rest at night."
Zhang DaoMing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he waved his hand with an awkard laugh,
"Just kidding, just kidding. Besides, I don't need to rest at night either. I still have to finish refining this year's elixirs before they're collected in a few days."
They had come to this fringe area of the realm through the Star Gate and were taken in by a false immortal power, so they had to refine elixirs for this false immortal every year with a fixed quota.
If they refined less than the quota, that false immortal would not let it go easily.
Big Yellow Dog frowned, reluctant to see Zhang DaoMing refine elixirs like this every day, so he suggested again,
"Old Zhang, why don't we just run away? I don't think the so-called false immortal you mentioned is a good thing."
Zhang DaoMing shook his head, "We can't escape. What good things could there be in the realm? These false immortals can occupy a place in the realm, naturally they have their own means. "
"Although not as powerful as the Lords of the Forbidden Region, they are also existences at the top of the tower."
Big Yellow Dog crossed his paws over his chest, the dog head was very unhappy, "An immortal who still needs the word 'false' is surely shady."
Zhang DaoMing sighed, "Great demons, great monsters, false immortals, demigods, Lords of the Forbidden Regions, they are all unique existences in the realm."
"As a native of the realm, I had heard before that the reason these false immortals and demigods have these extra words 'false' and 'half' is because they are not truly cultivators, but the demonic hearts of Heaven Mending Realm cultivators."
"At the end of the great world, when darkness descended, the mighty Heaven Mending Realm cultivators died, and their demonic hearts fell into the realm with their bodies, walking the path of cultivation again."
"However, the limit of the demonic heart is at most the original cultivator's realm, unable to advance further, so this is probably the origin of the word 'false'."
"Although they have attained the Immortal Dao, they can never truly become immortals."
Big Yellow Dog was stunned again and again listening to this, and finally gave an evaluation.
"Isn't this just those reincarnated Immortal Emperor stories I saw in Blue Sky Sword Sea, the ones written better than this where the protagonist ends up with over nine hundred wives, ranging from 18 to 800,000 years old."
"Damn." Zhang DaoMing couldn't help but retort, "Now that's a stud."
At the same time, he also began to wonder what kind of weird books Big Yellow Dog read every day.
Big Yellow Dog then started shifting blame, "Chen Xia showed them to me, said they were good for killing boredom."
"Awesome, you guys read useless books like this every day, couldn't you spend more time studying alchemy, or learning a few more mystical arts?" This was Zhang DaoMing's only evaluation.
"I bought another one the other day, want to see it?" Big Yellow Dog suddenly asked.
"Bring it tonight."
Zhang DaoMing's answer was simple.
You have to say you'll look if asked. Gotta read it too.
This is called looking with a critical eye.
In the thousand plus years since the collapse of Blue Sky Sword Sea, the Star Region had now entered a state of complete chaos.
Many powers rose, and powers fell.
Most were quite unstable, the few powers able to maintain their position were those with descendants of the Great Emperors, which was their foundation.
And as the realms of the Emperor descendants continued to break through, this foundation would become stronger and stronger.
For example, after Emperor Capital and Qiu Li successively broke through to Sea Inversing Realm, they were considered top players in the Star Region, able to stand alone.
With the continued rise of powers, another issue was immediately present before everyone.
Should they explore the ruins of Blue Sky Sword Sea or not.
The Seven Great Sects would certainly never go, but they didn't make a statement about it either, nor did they warn other powers, but rather vaguely leaked that there were good things in Blue Sky Sword Sea.
They wanted other powers to go to Blue Sky Sword Sea and kill more Sea Inversing Realm and Heaven Mending Realm cultivators, so that the Seven Great Sects could stand more firmly.
The other powers weren't so stupid either. If Blue Sky Sword Sea was full of good stuff, wouldn't the nearby Seven Great Sects have taken it all long ago?
Was the relocation and sealing still necessary?
These powers became cautious, each sending only two at the Sea Inversing Realm to go take a look. This way, even if both Sea Inversing Realm cultivators were injured, it wouldn't impact the power too greatly.
Half a generation later.
Only half of the cultivators who went to explore came back, and this half returned unharmed, just looking a bit shaken.
At the same time, each of them was followed by a dead soul, and the words spoken by the souls were the same.
"Don't take the wrong path next time, Blue Sky Sword Sea is on the left side!"
At the same time.
In the dead silence of Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The heads of the other half of cultivators were hung high, their souls completely annihilated!
Since so many free gifts have been given out, I must post at least 3 chapters today. Another 2 chapters are on their way. This chapter has no cliffhanger either, so after reading it just go to sleep. You can read the other 2 chapters tomorrow morning.

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?"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

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.”