The city walls were littered with the bodies of cultivators, making the area feel somewhat empty.
Blood was the most common color, and the scent of blood was the most familiar aroma.
The Saints sat in small groups, healing their wounds and chatting about their home regions across the stars.
Their conversations were mundane, mostly about household matters and trivial affairs.
Even the once-exalted Saints found these discussions quite natural.
The Great Emperors sat higher up on the city walls, constantly monitoring the encroaching darkness for any signs of movement. They also took turns venturing out to the front lines for battle.
"Has Chen Xia gone back to refining medicines again?" Flowing Water Temple Master asked. His left hand still bore fresh blood from his recent battle.
Emperor Tianhe nodded. "He's been refining medicines lately. It seems he's had some new insights. He hasn't been to the front lines for quite some time. If you miss him, you can go visit him."
"I don't miss him. It's just that without him drawing the attention of the Three-Path Great Emperor, things have gotten boring," Flowing Water Temple Master retorted.
"Then why are you asking so much?" Emperor Tianhe frowned, questioning back.
"Uh... never mind," Flowing Water Temple Master replied, shifting his gaze to the void above and changing the subject.
"There aren't many remnants of the darkness left now."
"All cultivators die eventually. There won't be many left. The biggest concern now is when the big guy hiding in there will make his move."
"You mean the Four-Dao Great Emperor?"
Yes, he's the greatest threat to the left battle line. The Executioner Emperor is busy resisting the Heavenly Way's reckoning, and if the Four-Dao Great Emperor strikes during a moment of weakness on the front lines, the line could collapse.
“Ah, forget it. I can't be bothered to think about all that. If I die, so be it,” Flowing Water Temple Master said dismissively, waving his hand before turning to head toward the logistics department, genuinely curious about what Chen Xia was up to.
What he saw truly startled him.
Chen Xia's hair was disheveled, his green robe blackened by smoke, and he was even crawling into the medicinal cauldron.
"What's going on here?" Flowing Water Temple Master asked a nearby alchemist.
"Chen Saint said he was about to succeed, and then he ended up like this, constantly crawling into the cauldron," the alchemist replied.
"Succeed in what?"
Flowing Water Temple Master was puzzled. He took a step forward, ready to ask again.
But Chen Xia had already crawled into the cauldron and even politely closed the lid.
"Uh, bro, what are you doing?" Flowing Water Temple Master was stunned, then turned to the surrounding alchemists.
"Aren't you going to stop him?"
"It's fine. Chen Saint has been doing this many times lately," the alchemists replied.
Before Flowing Water Temple Master could fully process what was happening, the entire medicinal cauldron suddenly erupted with intense lightning, covering the cauldron in a pale blue glow.
"What's going on?" Flowing Water Temple Master was once again taken aback. "Has he gone mad? Is he really trying to refine himself?!"
The alchemists, however, remained calm, quietly observing.
The lightning didn't last long. The cauldron lid was pushed open, and Chen Xia emerged, exhaling a stream of pure elixir energy. His eyes now sparkled with pale blue lightning.
As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul.
It seemed Chen Xia's soul was far from calm.
He flicked his sleeve, dispersing the remaining lightning, and then spoke in a deep voice to the alchemists.
"Prepare the cauldron. Bring out the finest ingredients."
The alchemists didn't hesitate, immediately fetching the ingredients.
Chen Xia then hurried to the city wall, where the heads of Great Emperors were displayed. He retrieved the heads of several Great Emperors he had slain, extracting the remnants of their Dao.
Flowing Water Temple Master followed closely behind Chen Xia, confused.
"What are you doing? You can't use these remnants of the Dao," he asked.
Chen Xia didn't answer. His eyes glowed more intensely with blue light, and his hands were wrapped in the remnants of several Great Emperors' Dao. He quickly returned to the logistics office.
By now, the medicinal cauldron was already heating up, and the finest ingredients had been thrown in. The flames roared.
Chen Xia opened the lid and prepared to climb in again.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to boil yourself?" Flowing Water Temple Master couldn't hold back and shouted.
Chen Xia finally turned to look at him, the remnants of the Great Emperors' Dao swirling in his hands. He adjusted his sleeves and spoke in a deep voice.
"I'm refining the Imperial Elixir!"
This was the method Chen Xia had discovered to comprehend the Thunder Dao. By using the Thunder Dao to refine the Imperial Elixir, the Thunder Dao would naturally reach the level of a quasi-Great Emperor.
The Imperial Elixir itself was akin to a Great Emperor. An Imperial Elixir forged by heavenly lightning, why wouldn't it be a Thunder Great Emperor?
That was why Chen Xia had been repeatedly climbing into the cauldron in recent days, absorbing elixir energy and fusing it with the heavenly lightning within him to increase the success rate of refining the Imperial Elixir.
Now, as he entered the cauldron, he directly transformed into lightning, using his own Dao to form the Imperial Elixir.
BOOM!
The entire cauldron erupted with thunder, lightning rapidly spreading.
However, there were no clouds or lightning in the logistics office, which was unusual for the process of alchemy.
Flowing Water Temple Master frowned. Although he didn't know alchemy, he understood that it required heavenly lightning, and heavenly lightning needed clouds as a medium.
How could Chen Xia refine the elixir without any of that?
Was he just making it appear out of thin air?
As Flowing Water Temple Master pondered this, unbeknownst to him, in the Great Death Realm and the Boundary Domain, thick black clouds had enveloped both realms, with lightning constantly darting through them like countless roaring dragons.
Using the power of two realms to summon heavenly lightning and forge the Imperial Elixir!

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.”

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?!

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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."