The elites have emerged, so there's no need to inform the overlord of the Nine Mountains.
This relieved the elder of the Eighth Mountain, who went to investigate the Ten Thousand Mountain Range and saw three Great Emperors standing at the entrance, waiting in a daze. He asked in confusion,
"What are you doing? The elites have all come out, haven't they?"
“We’re waiting for Xu Zhen,” Wu Xi Great Emperor replied helplessly.
The elder of the Eighth Mountain looked around and asked again, puzzled, "Where's Xu Zhen?"
"Xu Zhen rushed in," Wu Xi Great Emperor pointed into the Ten Thousand Mountain Range, looking worried.
"What?!" This really caught the elder of the Eighth Mountain off guard. To think someone would just rush in like that—that's truly impressive.
Unable to do anything else, he had no choice but to wait with the three Great Emperors for Xu Zhen to come out.
Inside the Ten Thousand Mountain Range, due to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, Xu Zhen couldn't fly and could only walk quickly on the ground, heading towards the central place mentioned by Little Light.
Along the way, there were some great demons nearby, but they didn't block Xu Zhen's path. Either they couldn't stop her, or they had received orders not to interfere.
Xu Zhen's steps were initially hurried, but the closer she got to the center, the slower she walked, until she dared not take another step forward.
She couldn't help but start thinking: What if the center of the Ten Thousand Mountain Range isn't who she thinks it is?
This thought grew bigger and bigger, pressing down on Xu Zhen, making it hard for her to breathe. She stopped her steps, standing at the edge of a lake, lowering her head to ponder.
Her contemplation didn't last too long. Xu Zhen lifted her head, suddenly stepping into the lake, staring directly at the figure sitting in the center. Her breath quickened as she called out,
"Chen Xia?!"
The figure slowly lifted its head, its crimson eyes flickering as it shook its head and denied,
"I'm not Chen Xia."
Xu Zhen was stunned, her expression suddenly turning lifeless. After a moment, she seemed to relax slightly and nodded to the Inner demon, saying,
"You're indeed not Chen Xia. You're his Inner demon, right?"
"Correct," the Inner demon stood up, meeting Xu Zhen's gaze. Its crimson eyes glowed as it said to her,
"The main body can't let go of you, but I have nothing to say to you."
"Where's Chen Xia?" Xu Zhen pressed further, her eyebrows, like twin blades, furrowed sharply.
The Inner demon replied, "He's in a safe place, asleep. He was injured and won't wake up anytime soon."
"How did he get injured? Who hurt Chen Xia?" Xu Zhen's tone sharpened, carrying a hint of killing intent.
The Inner demon looked at her, disdainfully shaking its head, "Why are you so worked up? You can't help the main body anyway. Telling you who hurt him won't make a difference. You can only watch."
The logic was sound, and Xu Zhen had no rebuttal. She pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment before asking,
"At least let me know how Chen Xia got injured, right?"
"And what good would that do?" the Inner demon replied disdainfully, but it pointed a finger at the lake, causing ripples to spread across the surface, gradually forming a scene.
It depicted a massive city, suspended in the void, with countless star domains forming its walls, facing off against an unknown entity above.
The scene zoomed in, revealing Chen Xia's figure.
Xu Zhen's eyes immediately locked onto Chen Xia.
"Your move isn't aggressive enough. You should take two of his rooks with a big step forward."
"But I can only move one step at a time, Chen Saint."
"Take one first, then take back your move and take the other. You're so slow." Chen Xia instructed.
The opposing saint was confused, not understanding Chen Xia's logic. It seemed that Chen Xia could take back his own moves but not the opponent's.
Xu Zhen couldn't help but smile at this, thinking that Chen Xia was still the same as she remembered.
The scene shifted from daily life to a high point where dark remnants attacked, rushing towards the city walls.
Chen Xia drew his immortal sword, unyielding, and charged into the heart of the dark remnants, his sword intent flaring.
At this sight, Xu Zhen clenched her hands, worrying for Chen Xia.
The lake's imagery depicted the final battle at the front lines.
There were lives lost, and goodbyes said.
Saints perished one after another, and even quasi-Emperors couldn't save their lives. The saints of the Blue Sky Sword Sea returned.
Only Chen Xia remained on the city wall, like a stubborn pine, weathering all the storms.
He never retreated, guarding the wall alone, until the final battle of the final battle.
Four Great Emperors shattered the wall, crashing into Chen Xia.
His body fell abruptly, blood splattering, and his consciousness dispersed.
Xu Zhen's heart tightened, deeply worried as she watched the scene.
Then came the Dao-seeking Ancestral Dragon, becoming a four-path quasi-Emperor, and charging up after a duel with Yan Zi, directly challenging the Heavenly Dao!
What a magnificent sight!
Even Xu Zhen, who was worried, felt a vague sense of pride for Chen Xia.
But Chen Xia clearly didn't defeat the Heavenly Dao. His figure fell again, marking the final clash.
He spat out the Past and Future Method.
The future Chen Xia emerged, clashing with the Heavenly Dao, causing it to fall into a slumber.
And what about Chen Xia?
He fell like a withered petal, disappearing without a trace.
This was the final scene.
Xu Zhen's heart ached terribly, and even her usually cold and proud demeanor couldn't hold back her small sobs.
"That's the whole picture. Chen Xia is now in a safe place, asleep, and doesn't know when he'll wake up. You don't need to worry," the Inner demon said softly.
Xu Zhen nodded slightly, understanding. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and asked,
"Can I go see Chen Xia?"
"It's best not to. If you go, the karma will attach to that place, and it won't be safe anymore," the Inner demon replied.
Xu Zhen understood and waved her hand, no longer speaking to the Inner demon, turning to leave.
The wind was cold at this moment, and Xu Zhen's heart was filled with guilt. She realized that in places she didn't know, Chen Xia had been so lonely and had to bear such immense pressure.
The wind blew the leaves away.
Xu Zhen looked up, realizing that autumn had arrived. It was time for her to leave.
Being a quasi-Emperor wasn't enough; she would become a Great Emperor.
One path wasn't enough; she would take two, and if two weren't enough, then three.
In any case, she would use all her strength to help Chen Xia become the first person above the heavens and throughout history!
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.
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
