The Heaven Pill Gate had visitors arriving in a wobbly manner. Ascending the steps appeared stiff and tense, with a rigid, mechanical movement, resembling a puppet more than a human.
Chen Xia had spotted him from afar and sent Huang Qingyue to hide in the back while he stood at the gate to greet the guest.
The stiff figure's every step was marked by a significant sway, his body contorted as though about to fall, yet he never actually did. He'd quickly right himself.
"Quite the talent for dancing," Chen Xia mused.
After a brief wait, the figure finally made his way up the mountain.
"What kind of dance style is that?" Chen Xia asked, crossing his arms.
The puppet stared at him, eyes blank, body slumped, producing rhythmic creaks with each movement.
"Got it. Mechanical dance," Chen Xia nodded.
The puppet stilled abruptly, opening its mouth to speak in a stiff manner.
"Azure Sky Medicine Ancestor, Chen Xia, Blue Sky Sword Sea, Thunder Sword Lord, Chen Supreme..."
Chen Xia frowned, scrutinizing the puppet. "Are you a fan?"
"I am here to... discuss matters with you. Regarding the Supreme, the All Heavens World, and... the Martial Emperor." The puppet replied slowly.
Chen Xia shook his head, waving his hand. "No, no. Let's not engage in these sensitive topics."
"You don't want to know the Martial Emperor's true intentions? His plans, the fate he has set for the All Heavens World?" The puppet insisted.
"..." Chen Xia looked up at the sky, softly asking, "Can he really not hear?"
"I came as a puppet without soul, spirit, or karma or fortune to specially avoid drawing the Martial Emperor's attention," the puppet responded.
Chen Xia nodded, his gaze sharpening as he said to the puppet, "Then speak quickly."
"The Martial Emperor, the strongest in the All Heavens World and the original Supreme. His schemes... I only understand a little. You are certainly part of his plan. Before you, there were three others: the first being you, the second, Ancestor Zhu who illuminated the entire All Heavens World, and the third, Emperor Witch, the original domain's center."
"These are the Supreme formed by the Martial Emperor. His words to us were all to nurture us to fight the Way of Heaven with him, to replace it."
"But that was a lie. He doesn't want to replace the Way of Heaven. What he wants..."
"Is to eliminate the Way of Heaven entirely!"
The puppet spoke these words, then added stiffly, "We, the cultivators, are all his pawns. He will end the current era and create the equal world he desires."
"The Martial Emperor is certainly capable of this. Since he no longer cares for anything in this world, having lived for so long, he seeks only his ideal equal world."
"The Way of Heaven's liquidation in the Great Heaven was likely part of his plan."
The puppet disclosed many insider secrets.
Chen Xia thought for a moment, then glanced at the puppet and asked, "So who are you?"
The puppet trembled, responding, "I am the second Supreme, Daoist Suppressing Heaven, the first to discover the Martial Emperor's true intentions. I am also the only one in the All Heavens World who dares to resist him."
"You want me to join you in resistance?" Chen Xia asked again.
"No," the puppet shook its head, "You don't have the capability. And I don't say the Martial Emperor is wrong; it's simply from my standpoint, I cannot allow him to act this way. Everyone has their own right and wrong. I merely want you to know the truth, and I'll inform Emperor Witch as well."
These two potential Supreme certainly needed to know the truth.
"Indeed. If you hadn't explained, I would've reported you," Chen Xia nodded. The Martial Emperor's actions didn't matter to him; he just wanted a peaceful life. When everyone close to him is gone, creating an equal world wouldn't affect him.
The puppet's stiff expression shifted slightly, adding, "You're quite optimistic. But I must warn you; the Great Heaven is part of the Martial Emperor's plan, an incitement to anger the Way of Heaven. It will only escalate. You must be careful."
He stood on the next level of steps, looking at Chen Xia.
Chen Xia looked back.
The two were separated by a distance. A gentle breeze blew through the gap.
Chen Xia already had his sword in hand, smiling lightly at the puppet.
"So, you still haven't told me, what are you here for?"
"To speak the truth with you, and..." The puppet paused, its lifeless eyes suddenly sparking with light, pure like compressed stars. It continued, "And for you to experience the strength of a Supreme."
"Damn, I knew something like this was bound to happen when you guys show up," Chen Xia cursed, raising his sword, but not yet striking.
The puppet's slender index finger was already at Chen Xia's chest. The light erupted instantaneously but was quickly suppressed into a point before exploding.
Boom!
Chen Xia was sent hurtling down the mountainside, skidding along the ground and crashing into a large, fan-shaped pit. He lay stunned in the craters.
Seriously? The puppet mean business?
The puppet lifted one leg stiffly, landing beside Chen Xia, adding, "When I stand before the Martial Emperor, I am as powerless as you are before this puppet. Fighting back would mean death."
"And you still dare resist the Martial Emperor, you're not afraid he'd punch your kidneys out?" Chen Xia climbed out of the pit, brushing off the dust, puzzled.
"What is there to fear from death? Living tens of thousands of years, if one still fears death, that's tens of thousands wasted. What I seek now is only this one thing. If I can stop the Martial Emperor, I'll be content," the puppet replied.
"Then why beat me up? If you're so bold, go take on the Martial Emperor," Chen Xia rolled his eyes.
"This is to make you aware of the gap between you and top-tier cultivators. Five Paths Great Emperor are roughly on par with or even exceed this puppet's strength. To survive in the coming chaos, if you aren't a Great Emperor, don't leave the East Jia State territory. That's my advice to you," the puppet explained.
After speaking, sensing something, the puppet's stiff body twisted and disappeared instantly.
Chen Xia dusted off his sleeves, pondering the puppet's words about the coming chaos.
How chaotic could it get? He cursed to himself. If things went south, he'd just pull the trigger and detonate with everyone.
Who would he be afraid of in the immortal realm?
Chen Xia was known for being hot-headed but capable, excelling in battle. What was he best at?
Calling for backup — rally all his friends for the fight!
Goodnight.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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!
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.”
