"Who are you?"
The Second-tier Quasi-Emperor narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the blue-robed figure before him. His expression grew serious as he sensed the pressure.
"No need to ask my name specifically. You'll be dead soon anyway," Chen Xia turned his head, looking at the White Emperor battling the Out of Body Avatar with disdain, then lightly flicked his fingers in the space before him.
A clear, ringing sound echoed, as if plucking a sword's string.
"A sword cultivator?" the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor inquired.
The blue robe fluttered slightly, and a dim light flashed in the starry sky.
Chen Xia's slender fingers made a grasping motion, as if holding a sword, and he softly said,
"Shh."
He gently waved his hand, still mimicking the grip on an invisible sword.
The Second-tier Quasi-Emperor's face twisted in confusion, then quickly turned to horror. Blood splattered before him, followed by intense pain. Looking down, he saw his body was now gushing blood.
"What divine ability is this? How can it be so overwhelming? What realm are you in? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
The Second-tier Quasi-Emperor shouted in panic, utterly bewildered. He couldn't comprehend how his seemingly easy mission to acquire a sword had turned into this predicament.
Chen Xia opened his hand, as if putting down the sword, and lightly shook his sleeves before chuckling,
"It's just a little Time Sword. I'm surprised it didn't slay you in one strike. I suppose you're rather tough. But being tough doesn't necessarily mean you'll survive."
The Second-tier Quasi-Emperor had lost all will to fight. His form instantly dispersed into mist, rapidly fleeing towards the edge of the star region, unwilling to engage Chen Xia further.
He had mastered the Misty Smoke Dao, excelling in escape techniques. This Dao had helped him evade countless deadly attacks, even allowing him to flee from Emperors' grasp.
Surely it would work now too!
That's what the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor thought.
But how could the Misty Smoke Dao compare to the Time Dao?
No matter how misty you become, I'll be waiting for you in the future.
Chen Xia was already standing at the height of the star region. He casually reached out, and numerous wisps of smoke flew into his palm, condensing into a head.
It was the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor!
"Hello there," Chen Xia said with a smile, his manners as impeccable as ever.
The Second-tier Quasi-Emperor, however, looked as if he'd seen a ghost. His entire body trembled, blood still flowing, as he begged pitifully,
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
"If I don't kill you, what am I supposed to do? Keep you as a pet?" Chen Xia asked helplessly.
"Yes, yes, I can be very obedient!" the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor nodded frantically, seeing a glimmer of hope for survival.
His nodding and pleading demeanor did indeed resemble a pet.
But Chen Xia had no need for such a thing.
Hum.
The tip of the Immortal Sword appeared in his grasp, gleaming with sword light. After a long absence, it had emerged, brimming with killing intent!
"In your next life, try to be smarter. Better yet, grow an extra head."
With these words, Chen Xia swung the sword violently.
Time, Celestial Dragon, and Thunder.
Four paths manifested simultaneously.
The strike cleaved through the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor's head, splitting his horrified face, breaking through his body down to his toes, even severing the dark corruption within him.
Chen Xia's expression remained calm as he allowed the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor's spiritual energy to scatter towards the Blue Sky Sword Sea, nourishing the desolate sea of swords.
Perhaps this was the Second-tier Quasi-Emperor's only purpose in the end.
Chen Xia retracted his flying sword and turned his gaze to the side.
The White Emperor was still engaged in fierce combat with the Out of Body Avatar. What had started as a slight advantage for the White Emperor had now turned into him being overwhelmed by the avatar.
Chen Xia was in no hurry. He sauntered over and sat down in the cosmic void, resting his chin on his hand as he watched.
Noticing Chen Xia observing, the White Emperor suddenly became flustered and agitated, his techniques and divine abilities growing erratic.
Chen Xia chuckled and said,
"Don't worry, there's no rush. Take your time fighting. I'm not going to kill you just yet."
He treated it like a spectacle, while also allowing his Out of Body Avatar to improve its combat skills.
"If you manage to win, I might even let you live," Chen Xia added with a smile.
The White Emperor gritted his teeth, finding new motivation, and fought even more fiercely.
But as the saying goes, if you can't win, you can't win. No matter how loudly you shout, it won't change the outcome.
The White Emperor was in precisely this situation, now completely suppressed by the Out of Body Avatar.
"Your Zhun Di cultivation seems rather inflated. Three thousand years have passed, and you're still a Zhun Di with no progress. Are you sure you could become an Emperor even if you obtained the Immortal Sword?" Chen Xia asked curiously.
The White Emperor had no energy to reply, fully focused on fending off the Out of Body Avatar.
Suddenly, a streak of light rushed in from afar, accompanied by an enraged roar.
"White Emperor, I'll have your life!"
The light, carrying immense stellar power, crashed into the already exhausted White Emperor, sending him plummeting to the lower reaches of the cosmos, coughing blood.
Emperor Capital clenched his fists and shouted,
"How dare you raise a hand against my brother Chen! As the saying goes, even when beating the master, you must consider the dog. Did you get my permission?!"
Chen Xia, sitting nearby, nodded, impressed by Emperor Capital's knowledge of proverbs.
As Emperor Capital was about to charge in for the kill, Chen Xia quickly waved his hand and called out,
"Alright, alright, no need for you to get involved."
Emperor Capital turned to look, suddenly puzzled, and asked, "Brother Chen, you've grown up?"
"I was never small," Chen Xia replied helplessly. "I was just sealed before. The seal has been lifted now."
"Oh, I see," Emperor Capital nodded in understanding.
The Out of Body Avatar had already captured the White Emperor and tossed him before the two.
The White Emperor was covered in blood, already exhausted, now looking half-dead.
"Brother Chen, this vile creature must not be spared!" Emperor Capital pointed at the White Emperor and exclaimed.
"Spare me, please spare my life. I know I was wrong!" the White Emperor hurriedly cried out pitifully, all his previous arrogance gone. He then turned to Chen Xia and pleaded,
"Please, I beg you to spare me... I'll never do it again... I'll give you... give you everything, I'll be your dog... your dog, woof woof!"
Slap!
Emperor Capital's palm struck the White Emperor's face, leaving a bright red handprint, then pointed at him angrily,
"You dare try to take my position?!"
Being Chen Xia's dog was no longer a source of shame for him, but rather a point of pride.
Truly befitting of his character.
The White Emperor quickly begged Emperor Capital, "No, no, I'll be your dog, I'll be your dog."
As he spoke, he even tried to lick Emperor Capital's feet.
Slap! Slap!
Two more vicious slaps landed.
"Why?" Chen Xia asked curiously.
"Give him two slaps, see if he still acts crazy!" Emperor Capital replied, pointing at the White Emperor.
These slaps seemed to have stunned the White Emperor, leaving him at a loss for how to beg for mercy.
Chen Xia suddenly looked up.
In the celestial vault above,
A figure like a deity descended, speaking calmly,
"This Emperor heard there were remnants of darkness here, so I came to investigate."
Chen Xia narrowed his eyes and whispered,
"Emperor."

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.”

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?!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?"