The fighting on the city walls wasn't particularly intense these days.
It was always the same few Emperors clashing, and since there was no real life-and-death struggle, they were practically old acquaintances by now.
Whenever Chen Xia made an appearance, Yan Zi would step forward to confront him. But the two of them couldn't really produce any spectacular results.
Yan Zi would even take the opportunity to chat with Chen Xia during the chaos, "Chen Xia, take a break, relax a bit. You're putting too much effort into this; you can't kill me anyway."
And that was the truth.
But Chen Xia didn't slow down the pace of his sword swings; instead, he fought harder, unleashing all the power of his Three-Path Emperor status. Yet, in the end, it was just a stalemate.
Since Yan Zi didn't want to fight, even with Chen Xia's Three-Path Emperor strength and summoning his inner demon, he couldn't defeat him. Yan Zi's doppelgänger technique might not be great at much else, but it was excellent at staying alive.
These days, it was rare to see Saints on the city walls; they were pretty much all gone, leaving only the Emperors to guard the walls, watching the cycles of heaven and earth, and occasionally venturing out to clash.
Most of the alchemists from the logistics department had also returned to their respective star realms, as they had produced too many pills, far more than were needed.
Emperor Xinguan, a Four-Path Emperor, hadn't been seen on the city walls for a long time, and no one knew whether he had managed to fend off the reckoning of heaven or not.
Chen Xia didn't care much about these things anymore. He sat on the city walls, even studying the game of Go, preparing to enter a new realm.
The situation was unfavorable, but the mindset was positive.
The fighting was exhausting, with no real life-and-death struggle, so they just kept dragging it out.
On quiet nights without any fighting, Yan Zi liked to come and talk to Chen Xia, discussing with him, "Chen Xia, Chen Ge, how about we make a deal? You don't use your great divine abilities, and I'll just pretend to fight you. What do you say?"
"No, I still need to kill other Emperors," Chen Xia replied, shaking his head and then frowning as he asked, "Why are you even more afraid of dying than I am?"
“Because you really can kill me,” Yan Zi replied, also frowning with distress.
Both of them were straightforward people and didn't beat around the bush.
Perhaps feeling the weight of the life-and-death struggle was too heavy, Yan Zi changed the subject, smiling lightly, "Actually, with your talent, you could totally run off to the myriad realms and wait for heaven to descend. You might even become a Supreme being."
"I can't run," Chen Xia shook his head. "I can only run away by myself, but there are still many people behind me waiting for me to save. As the leader of a sect, I have to do my duty."
"Luckily, I'm a lone wolf," Yan Zi chuckled, then sighed, "But being a lone wolf isn't all that great. It means I have to come find you just to have someone to talk to."
"By the way, do you know what the Supreme Martial Emperor looks like?" Yan Zi asked curiously.
"Human-like," Chen Xia replied.
Yan Zi rolled his eyes.
"As if anyone isn't human-like. I've heard the legends of the Supreme Martial Emperor for a long time and wanted to see him for myself. The last time he fought against heaven, it was so shocking that I didn't get a good look. What a pity."
“There will be opportunities later. Maybe the Martial Emperor will pass by and punch you to death?” Chen Xia comforted.
Yan Zi was stunned. After thinking about it, he realized there was indeed a possibility, and he frowned, asking Chen Xia, "Do you know the Martial Emperor?"
"A little bit of camaraderie," Chen Xia answered.
"Then when the Martial Emperor passes by and almost punches me to death, can you plead for mercy for me?" Yan Zi asked again.
"No," Chen Xia shook his head, then smiled, "But I can help you with your funeral arrangements."
He was genuinely quite cheerful.
Yan Zi left, feeling sullen.
The fighting dragged on for a few more days. Then, when the Flowing Water Temple Master went out to fight,
Heaven suddenly shot down a divine light, more brutal than any divine technique or spell, like the most supreme of the Great Dao, firmly landing on the Flowing Water Temple Master.
No one reacted in time.
The Flowing Water Temple Master's body instantly plummeted, smashing into the frontline city wall, which was built from the accumulation of dozens of star realms. Even the city wall's star domain was shattered by half.
He lay there, his chest bleeding profusely, his face pale, his pupils beginning to scatter, his consciousness already fading.
He was going to die.
A sword light instantly appeared in front of the Flowing Water Temple Master. Chen Xia waved his sleeve, pouring large amounts of medicinal pills into the Flowing Water Temple Master's mouth.
Other Emperors also arrived one after another, silently watching from the side.
Until Emperor Tianhe spoke, shaking his head, "It's no use. This is heaven's wrath, a reckoning against him alone. Even imperial pills can't save him. Let it go."
Chen Xia stood there in a daze, the medicinal pills slipping from his palm.
Indeed, it was impossible to save him.
Because the Flowing Water Temple Master was already dead, killed by heaven.
All the Emperors felt unwilling, but what could they do?
Chen Xia shook his head, returning to the city walls helplessly, continuing to study the game of Go.
The Flowing Water Temple Master's remains were transported back to the rear star realms, said to be returning to his hometown.
The sudden reckoning of heaven reminded all the Emperors present that heaven was beginning to get angry, pushing for its descent.
That night was very dark.
Chen Xia sat alone on the high point of the city wall, looking at the empty walls, feeling that there were some things he couldn't say. The bloodstains on the walls were deeply engraved and couldn't be washed away.
You can't truly empathize without experiencing war yourself, and that saying certainly held true.
Chen Xia suddenly turned his head. He heard other movements and thought it was Yan Zi again. He waved his hand, saying, "No idle chat today."
"I think you should still talk to me," a vigorous voice sounded, and a handsome man walked up to Chen Xia.
Chen Xia recognized him.
It was the Martial 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.”
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
