Today was relatively quiet, with the Dark Remnants unusually refraining from their attacks.
Chen Xia, feeling bored, picked up his Immortal Sword and walked outside.
"What are you doing?" Emperor Tianhe frowned and asked.
"Since they won't come out, I'm thinking of charging in. There's no reason to just take hits without fighting back," Chen Xia pointed at the Dark Invasion and replied righteously.
Emperor Tianhe was momentarily speechless, feeling that Chen Xia's logic wasn't quite right, yet finding his words strangely admirable.
Fortunately, another Emperor came to ease the situation, putting his arm around Chen Xia's shoulders.
"Alright, Saint Chen, let's rest peacefully for now. We can actively go out to fight when the Dark Remnants appear, what do you think?"
"Not satisfying," Chen Xia replied.
"True, it's not satisfying, but the problem is you might not make it back if you go in there!" the Emperor anxiously pointed at the Dark Invasion.
Chen Xia waved his hand, smiled calmly, and replied.
"Haha, don't worry, going in there is like returning home for me. The powerful Emperors all hide in the deepest parts of the Dark Invasion, I'll just wander around the outer areas and bully some ordinary Emperors."
Upon hearing these words, all the Emperors were stunned, unable to stop frowning.
Listen to that, was this even something a normal person would say?
Like returning home? Bullying ordinary Emperors?
Wouldn't that make you the real Dark Remnant?
"Never mind, never mind." The Emperor waved his hand and shook his head, then added: "The Emperor Council will convene soon, and you're specially invited to attend as an observer, Saint Chen."
"Boring," Chen Xia shook his head, remembering how the last Emperor Council was just Emperors arguing with each other.
"This time is different, you'll be able to speak and give your opinions," the Emperor added.
"That's better then," Chen Xia nodded.
"Then it's settled. Saint Chen, don't rush out to fight enemies now, let's make long-term plans after the Emperor Council meeting." The Emperor smiled lightly and hurriedly left.
Chen Xia put away his Immortal Sword and stood shoulder to shoulder with Emperor Tianhe.
Emperor Tianhe looked straight ahead and said,
"Half of the Saints who returned home last time have come back, the other half have essentially run away."
Chen Xia shook his blue robe, responding indifferently: "Let them run. They've lost their fighting spirit anyway. There's no point in sending them to the frontlines. They're not like us; they're too fragile in the face of life and death."
"You're quite sentimental," Emperor Tianhe commented.
Chen Xia shook his head, looking up at the sky, gazing at the Heavenly Dao Reckoning that seemed to press down like a celestial curtain, and smiled calmly.
"It's not so bad. A forced melon isn't sweet, and forced Saints are neither sweet nor satisfying, so there's even less point to it."
Emperor Tianhe didn't dwell on this issue, but continued,
"Your reputation has been rising across the entire battle line recently. Even the four-path Emperors above have heard of you and want to meet you. You're truly impressive."
"That's just my nature," Chen Xia replied calmly.
"Is that your catchphrase?" Emperor Tianhe asked.
"No, it's simply my true nature," Chen Xia responded.
Emperor Tianhe rarely laughed, but Chen Xia had managed to make him do so.
Later at the Emperor Council.
Thirty-seven Emperors attended in person, while others who couldn't make it participated through divine observation techniques.
Chen Xia attended as a special guest. Though lacking an Emperor's title, he received an Emperor's treatment.
None of the present Emperors dared to underestimate Chen Xia, as he had genuinely slain Emperors before and was known for chasing Emperors around the battlefield.
As a cultivator from the left battlefield, Chen Xia sat on the left side, listening to the various Emperors speak.
"Many Emperors have fallen recently. We should focus on nurturing quasi-Emperors to fill the Emperor positions. This way, our frontline battle power won't be too severely weakened."
"Indeed, we must do this. If too many Emperors die without replacement, the Heavenly Dao Reckoning will eventually reorganize the entire Great Heaven."
"Yes, let's do this first. Keep those cultivators qualified to advance to Emperor status as Emperor candidates."
"..."
Chen Xia sat with his arms crossed. Most of the discussions had nothing to do with him and were quite dull.
Until one Emperor asked,
"There have been strange movements within the Dark Invasion recently, and Emperor Remnants often appear, observing our battle lines from afar. What do you all think we should do?"
"Then we fight!" came a loud shout.
All the Emperors turned to look at Chen Xia's excited expression.
"But that's an Emperor we're talking about," the Emperor who raised the question repeated.
"Hmm." Chen Xia stroked his chin in thought, then shouted again.
"Then we fight them hard!"
"It's not about whether to fight or not, the issue is that we're facing an Emperor!"
"An Emperor?" Chen Xia frowned, then contemptuously shouted.
"I specifically target Emperors!"
With these words, all thirty-plus Emperors present fell silent, exchanging awkward glances, feeling something wasn't quite right.
After all, they were Emperors too.
And was it really appropriate for these words to come from Chen Xia, a mere Great Saint?
Wasn't he being a bit too arrogant?
"Haha, since Saint Chen is so willing, let's have him investigate the matter. Just be careful of your safety."
"Good," Chen Xia nodded, then simply stopped listening to the Emperor Council and walked out with his Immortal Sword.
Rather than discussing matters, simple sword fighting suited him better.
The Dark Remnants hadn't emerged yet.
Chen Xia stood at the entrance with his Immortal Sword, brimming with sword energy, determined to strike whoever came out.
He was the first cultivator who dared to guard the entrance of the Dark Invasion.
After waiting for several days.
Finally, a Dark Remnant emerged.
Chen Xia didn't know who it was and didn't care. He simply struck with his sword – if they died, so be it; if they survived, they were lucky.
Clang!
The Immortal Sword rang out first.
Before Chen Xia stood the Dragon Head Elder, carrying an ancient aura, with a slight blood mark on his face. He looked at Chen Xia and frowned.
"These days, even a four-path Great Saint dares to strike at a three-path Emperor like this. The world has truly gone mad."
Chen Xia smiled politely at the three-path Emperor and replied.
"Hello."
The Dragon Head Elder had already reached out to grab him, but Chen Xia flashed with his Time Dao, appearing far away and continuing to flee.
Three-path Emperor or not, they still couldn't catch him.
Don't they understand the invincibility of his escape-specialized Time Dao?!
His specialty was showing off and then running away.
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.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
