The void trembled under the onslaught of Emperors, as dozens of shattered star realms crumbled around them, like the rain of the apocalypse, carrying the savage aura of destruction.
Emperors' blood splattered, falling into the endless void, seeping into star realms, and droplets of blood coagulated into stars within those realms.
The Way of Heaven descended rapidly, targeting the entire battlefield. The top Emperors, no longer hiding, led the charge, with the only five-Dao Emperor of the Great Heaven taking the forefront, colliding with the entire Way of Heaven, attempting to halt it single-handedly.
It was a foolish idea, yet also a magnificent one.
Emperor Tianhe traded half his life with a remnant of an Emperor, falling onto the shattered city walls, gazing at the dazzling Emperors above, like brilliant stars.
The scene was breathtaking, a riot of colors.
Chen Xia transformed into a pale sword light, darting through the void, searching for Yan Zi to engage in battle. Ancestral Dragon wielded a celestial sword, accompanied by thunder and Time Dao. The four top Dao forces clashed, overwhelming Yan Zi, who could only rely on his substitute Dao to escape.
He had already been struck down by Chen Xia three times, and as he fled, he cried out,
"Chen Xia, Chen Ge, slow down! I can't run anymore!"
Chen Xia, however, remained indifferent, the pale sword light exploding in the void, momentarily eclipsing the radiance of all other Emperors.
A flash.
Yan Zi's left hand held the black void of Yin, his right hand the white substance of Yang. The two intersected, forming a circular Yin-Yang shield, desperately protecting him.
The sword light descended.
The Yin-Yang shield creaked under the pressure, Yan Zi gritted his teeth, his hands trembling but refusing to let go. If he did, the sword qi would strike him.
But would he escape unscathed if he held on?
Not likely.
The creaking shield had already developed a crack, thin but deep.
The pale sword qi, like a torrent seeking an outlet, surged into the crack, brimming with murderous intent!
It was beyond defense!
Yan Zi's heart skipped a beat. He dared not continue resisting. Switching his Yin-Yang Dao to pure Yin, he used a yielding technique to deflect the sword, retreating to catch his breath.
Click.
A faint footstep echoed.
Claws of a hand gripped Yan Zi's shoulder, and Chen Xia's voice followed.
"Gotcha."
Yan Zi turned, astonished to see Chen Xia behind him. He hadn't expected Chen Xia to reach him first. Was this the terrifying aspect of Time Dao?
Foreknowledge.
"Chen Ge, I surrender." Yan Zi understood the adage "a wise man submits to circumstances." He raised his hands without hesitation.
His three-Dao Emperor status seemed no match for Chen Xia's four-Dao quasi-Emperor. Chen Xia's combat power was already on par with top three-Dao Emperors, especially those focused on battle.
Yan Zi, however, was different. His three Dao were purely for survival, not combat. Surrendering was his best option.
Chen Xia remained silent.
Yan Zi then offered a bright smile, hoping to appeal to Chen Xia's better nature. After all, no one hits a smiling face, right?
But Chen Xia didn't strike him. Instead, he raised his hand and swung a sword.
An extreme sword intent exploded, and in terms of sword intent alone, Chen Xia was no less than an Emperor of the Way of the Sword.
Yan Zi took the blow, not fatal but far from pleasant.
His body was sent plummeting by the sword intent, his chest's magical robe shattered, crashing through countless star fragments, finally landing on a shattered star realm. A sword mark appeared on his chest, blood seeping out.
It was a moderate injury, a sign Chen Xia had held back.
Yan Zi lay in the crater he had created, gazing at the ripples of Emperor battles above, smiling calmly.
He didn't rise, deciding to stay put, far from the battlefield, avoiding detection by the Way of Heaven, which might target him first.
As for Chen Xia's safety, he could only pray for the best.
He watched Chen Xia's pale figure, curious about what Chen Xia would do next.
Though he knew Chen Xia couldn't withstand the Way of Heaven, he couldn't help but feel a strange expectation for Chen Xia, the four-Dao quasi-Emperor.
It was when Chen Xia, as a four-Dao Saint, had torn off an Emperor's head that he began to feel this way.
Chen Xia was just... different.
And what happened next confirmed Yan Zi's suspicions.
His eyes widened, reflecting an unbelievable sight—pure white sword qi.
In his vision, a streak of purest white sword qi shot skyward, carrying unyielding courage, like a dazzling firework ascending toward the Way of Heaven, incredibly beautiful yet fleeting.
The sword qi pierced through everything, directly into the Way of Heaven's reckoning.
Was it suicide?
Yan Zi didn't know how to describe it. His expression was frozen, stunned by Chen Xia's audacity. He began to wonder...
Did Chen Xia have some mental issues?
Probably.
He thought.
A sudden burst echoed from the Way of Heaven, and no one knew what had transpired inside, only that it soon fell silent.
Emperor Tianhe, having traded half his life with an Emperor remnant, also fell, severely injured, barely managing to rise and quickly taking out a healing elixir given by Chen Xia to recover his vitality.
He too looked up at the Way of Heaven's reckoning, finding it eerily calm.
Chen Xia had charged in, like a small pebble thrown into a vast lake, creating a brief ripple before sinking into silence.
A fleeting moment.
Was that all?
Emperor Tianhe lowered his head, puzzled by certain things.
Like why Chen Xia had such audacity.
While Emperor Tianhe wasn't afraid of death, he dared not charge directly into the Way of Heaven's reckoning. It was a blasphemous act, with far-reaching consequences.
Even four-Dao Emperors only dared to resist the Way of Heaven's reckoning, never to engage it in battle.
But Chen Xia did, and he acted on it.
And then?
Yan Zi's calm eyes widened again, reflecting another light.
A light that burst out from the Way of Heaven, like a falling meteor, swift and intense.
He saw what was inside the light.
It was Chen Xia!
Boom!
In an instant.
Chen Xia crashed down, landing in the same shattered star realm as Yan Zi, the crater almost identical.
But Chen Xia's injuries were far more severe.
The Way of Heaven wouldn't hold back.
Chen Xia clutched his chest, trembling as he stood, struggling to turn his head, his blood-streaked eyes meeting Yan Zi's, offering a difficult smile.
"Hello, what a coincidence."
Yan Zi was momentarily stunned, then shook his head.
He's so polite, I'm touched.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
