One morning.
Ma Xiaohong told Xu Zhen all about her Physique Divine Ability in detail.
"I can heal injuries by consuming my lifespan."
Xu Zhen looked straight at her and shook her head, "I don't need you to use your lifespan to help me heal. I only need Jia Ge's three million flying swords."
She didn't use other people's things, let alone need help.
Even in Fuyao Immortal Sect, Xu Zhen did not accept favors from other cultivators. All benefits were just mutual assistance.
But Ma Xiaohong was different.
There was a Chen Xia between her and Ma Xiaohong. Just because of this, Xu Zhen didn't want Ma Xiaohong's help.
Maybe she was just petty.
Xu Zhen stared blankly at the entire dark starry sky. Her pretty eyebrows and eyes lacked any luster, her hair was a little messy, she suddenly pursed her lips, and lowered her head slightly.
She just didn't want to.
A woman's heart has its own reasons. Who could explain it in simple terms?
Vacillating and obscure.
In the Great Death Realm for a thousand years.
Not only the cultivators who obtained the Great Saint Opportunity rose, many other cultivators also made a name for themselves successively.
Although these cultivators were not top-tier geniuses, they were also first-class. In addition, they obtained other opportunities in the Great Death Realm, so their strength rapidly improved. They vaguely had the strength to fight against top-tier geniuses.
The current Great Death Realm seemed quite chaotic. With no supreme experts appearing, it was somewhat like demons running wild. Some cultivators might be slightly weaker in strength, but they made up for it with luck and gradually climbed onto the first-class level.
Apart from the continuous emergence of geniuses, killings were also endless.
Although there were less than 10,000 cultivators left in the current Great Death Realm, every one was a formidable figure who had obtained opportunities. Their methods of killing were not lacking, and they were good at reading subtle expressions to avoid danger.
Among them, a small interface had risen to prominence over the past thousand years and produced a genius.
Chen Xia recognized this small interface. It was the Huangli Realm that had brought him into the Dead Sea Galaxy. That rising genius was Qing Xia, the only genius from Huangli Realm.
Qing Xia sacrificed everything about herself in exchange for the peak combat power at the Heavenly Boundary. But she didn't perish. Instead, she obtained great fortune for herself, held on to half her life, then forcibly carved a path that belonged to her with the combat power at Heavenly Boundary peak.
If she could survive and return, she would most likely become the first Heavenly Venerable in the history of Huangli Realm!
Apart from Huangli Realm, there was also the Gentleman in White whom Chen Xia had interacted with.
In the past thousand years, the Gentleman in White had good luck and didn't die, so he also made some progress. First, his cultivation level progressed by one stage to the eleventh level of Heavenly Boundary. In addition, he obtained some minor fortunes, so his combat power was decent. But with around 10,000 cultivators remaining in the Great Death Realm, he was quite mediocre. He even dropped out of the top 2,900 rankings and entered the animal rankings.
There was nothing worth mentioning about the Gentleman in White. If he was in the animal rankings, then so be it. It was still better than dying.
After all, the cultivators still surviving in the Great Death Realm had all obtained opportunities and were not lacking compared to each other.
Although the Gentleman in White was not outstanding in the Great Death Realm, if he returned to his own interface, he would still be considered a great cultivator.
The current Great Death Realm was the biggest "silkworm farm" among all the heavens and worlds, where a group of geniuses lived and died fighting each other. Only those who could survive and return were considered geniuses of the heavens and worlds, even if they were ranked last!
Time flew by so fast in the thousand years. In the 1,200th year, news about the sixth Great Saint Ruins finally came out.
The executors of each interface used their secret arts and calculations to uncover a clue and determine the location of the Great Saint Ruins.
They belonged to the ruins of a Great Saint of Sword Dao, which was the most powerful in killing intent among the eight Great Saint Ruins.
This news immediately excited all the sword cultivators in the Great Death Realm.
Sword cultivators were already rare to begin with, let alone Great Saints of Sword Dao. There were hardly any even across all the heavens and worlds. Sometimes there were even fewer Great Saints of Sword Dao than Great Emperors.
Moreover, the fortune of Great Saints of Sword Dao generally lay in their life flying sword and comprehension of Sword Dao.
This meant there would be a semi-Immortal sword that was extremely close to a true Immortal Sword in the ruins.
This was the most powerful magic treasure in terms of killing intent across the heavens and worlds. This was the true value of Great Saints of Sword Dao!
If the top sword cultivators in the Great Death Realm could obtain the fortune of the Sword Dao Great Saint, they would be able to directly determine the winner and obtain the highest combat power in the Great Death Realm.
Even sword cultivators like Jian Er couldn't help getting restless. They stared at their life flying swords for a long time, then sighed, not knowing what to do.
"Let's go," Xu Zhen called out to Ma Xiaohong. She was ready to take action.
She wasn't a sword cultivator, and there were no rules stating that one must be a sword cultivator to obtain the Great Saint fortune. Moreover, she could just take the opportunity for herself.
Jian Er's eyes lit up in pleasant surprise. This way, he would also have a chance to compete for the Sword Dao Great Saint's ruins.
The news spread very quickly, and many cultivators rushed over.
The cultivators who arrived were all elites who mostly knew each other already and had fought against one another.
The Divine Realm Prince stood at the highest point. Around him within a radius of ten li were several other figures. This was the closest place to the Sword Dao Great Saint Ruins, so only top cultivators could remain here.
These top geniuses sized each other up and occasionally chatted a little to pass time, but their minds were on guard as their opponents for the upcoming fights stood right before them.
Within this situation, another figure entered within ten li.
It was Xu Zhen's group.
The top geniuses shifted their gazes over and paused briefly.
"You're not following the rules," the Little Heavenly Emperor said with a laugh.
Xu Zhen glanced at him but didn't reply.
The other top geniuses were somewhat surprised by this. After all, Xu Zhen's words were usually quite vicious in the past.
It seemed she must have lost to the Little Heavenly Emperor and didn't dare to retort cheekily now after her defeat.
"It is a bit against the rules. You and Jian Er entering here is nothing much. But that sword hugging girl, if I'm not mistaken, should be at the GloomDark Realm, right?"
The Little Supreme questioned, as his eyes landed on Ma Xiaohong. "By letting a GloomDark Realm junior step into the area that only top geniuses can remain in, are you looking down on us, or do you feel she has the qualifications?"
Ma Xiaohong trembled. She didn't dare talk back and quietly asked Xu Zhen, "Should I...leave then?"
Xu Zhen looked resolute and shook her head. "No need."
The Little Heavenly Emperor suddenly let out a cold laugh. "Heh! The sore loser can still act so arrogantly. This is the first time I've seen that. If not for reserving some strength, I'd definitely defeat you again now to completely crush your Dao heart!"
Xu Zhen's expression darkened as she kept silent.
Ma Xiaohong also didn't dare speak up. She hugged her bronze sword tightly.
Jian Er just stood to the side without a word as well. He was only a bodyguard. He didn't know anything.
"Don't think you can be mentioned together with me just because you've withstood the Celestial Realm's affection before. Now that you've left the Celestial Realm, you still think you can be compared to me?" the Little Heavenly Emperor mocked again.
"That's right. She's getting a little too ungrateful."
"Heh. Revealing an ugly side after leaving the Immortal Realm. Hardly fitting to be called a top genius!"
Mocking words kept coming.
Xu Zhen lowered her head slightly without speaking a word.
"Shut up!" A clear and loud shout sounded.
Ma Xiaohong hugged the bronze sword tightly to her chest and gritted her teeth as she shouted softly.
"Seeking death!" The Little Heavenly Emperor's expression darkened. He hadn't expected this little GloomDark Realm bug to actually dare yell at him. He immediately stretched out a hand and shot out a terrifying mystic art.
Xu Zhen was just about to make her move to block it.
The bronze sword in Ma Xiaohong's embrace suddenly cried out.
Behind her.
Three million flying swords collectively lifted their heads.
Billowing momentum!
At the same time, a loud sword cry sounded from the far distance.
A sword flash instantly traversed the star river in a flash, severing the mystic art.
When it landed and stopped.
It revealed half a flying sword!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
