If the entire East Jia State were to be likened to a chessboard, then the sudden appearance of the Martial Emperor would be like the player stepping onto the board himself, recklessly disrupting the established pattern.
Not only did he disrupt it, but he almost killed the Nine Mountains Hegemon!
The other five Great Emperors couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for the Nine Mountains Hegemon, yet what could they do? They could only watch helplessly.
Even if the Martial Emperor wanted to kill them, they would die without any chance of resistance.
However, the Martial Emperor didn't kill the Nine Mountains Hegemon, only gravely injuring him. With a single stomp, he caused the entire Ninth Mountain State to sink by half, then said to the Nine Mountains Hegemon,
"You can temporarily step down from your title as the ruler of the Immortal Realm. From now on, just focus on guarding the Ninth Mountain. Don't get involved in anything else, understand?"
The Nine Mountains Hegemon lay weakly on the ground, blood continuously streaming from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were hollow and lifeless, and in that moment, he seemed to have aged drastically. After being a genius for hundreds of thousands of years, he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice,
"Why?"
"Because you're out of the game," the Martial Emperor replied calmly.
The Emperor Witch stood behind him, silent, his head tilted towards the east, as if watching something.
"Why am I out of the game? I am the ruler of the Immortal Realm. You asked me not to interfere as they divided my territories, and I complied. For all these years, I have never acted, allowing them to occupy my lands. But now you tell me I'm out of the game? Why? Why am I out of the game?!"
The Nine Mountains Hegemon's neck bulged, his voice brimming with hysteria. His eyes turned bloodshot, and tears of rage formed in them.
The Martial Emperor's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at him, then nodded,
"It's precisely because you listened to my words that you're now out of the game instead of being directly executed, which would have released the true opportunity within the Immortal Realm."
"This primordial land has never had a true master. You were merely the ruler of the Immortal Realm, not the master of the primordial land. More will die in the future. You were removed from the game to save your life. If you don't want to cherish it, then re-enter the game and die today."
The Martial Emperor's eyes shone with golden light, the purest martial aura in the world, one of his fundamental dao paths. Standing on the ground, even the heavens seemed to bow before him.
This was supreme greatness.
"Hah… Haha…" The Nine Mountains Hegemon couldn't help but laugh, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. The laughter slowly turned into quiet sobbing.
He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, yearning for greatness, striving to take that legendary step, which had become his obsession.
But the Martial Emperor was telling him to abandon his obsession.
The Nine Mountains Hegemon no longer knew what to say. Trembling, he slowly got up from the ground, shaking off the mud and blood. He looked like a shell of his former self, walking arduously towards the Ninth Mountain.
It seemed that from the moment he stood up, he had lost his obsession, becoming a walking corpse.
"Why not just kill him?" The Emperor Witch, who had been glancing towards the east, turned his head and asked curiously.
The Martial Emperor watched the Nine Mountains Hegemon's trembling figure as it gradually disappeared in the distance, then asked,
"You've mastered the Way of Killing, haven't you? So, let me ask you, why kill him?"
The Emperor Witch found this an interesting topic. He crossed his arms and thought for a moment before replying,
"First, he's an unpredictable variable. He might cause trouble for you later, making you spread yourself thin."
"Second, you're about to open up this true primordial land, right? Killing him would be perfect. With the surface ruler of the Immortal Realm gone, the true primordial land would be more likely to reveal itself, simplifying things."
"Third, there's personal grudges. When I was imprisoned in the borderlands, he was the most supportive, putting in the most effort. To you, it might be ancient history, but I remember it clearly."
"I don't kill lightly, and I respect life. But this wouldn't be considered lightly."
The Martial Emperor's eyes were still fixed on the distance, waiting until the Nine Mountains Hegemon's figure was completely gone before he gently waved his hand and replied,
"What you want is not wrong, but I have my principles. Since he agreed to my conditions, I won't kill him. It's also a reward for him."
"That said, he truly won't achieve greatness. After hundreds of thousands of years, he's already lost that drive, and he doesn't have the talent for it."
"His so-called obsession is more like a foolish fixation."
"Do you think I have a chance at achieving greatness?" the Emperor Witch asked, his expression unchanged.
"Fifty percent," the Martial Emperor replied.
"What about the one in East Jia State?" the Emperor Witch continued.
"Seventy percent," the Martial Emperor said flatly, then added, "He has something extra compared to you. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's there. Perhaps it's an artifact, a technique, or talent?"
"Hmm, is that so?" The Emperor Witch nodded thoughtfully, finding it intriguing, and a slight smile appeared on his face. He looked towards the east, his eyes glimmering faintly, as if asking across several states,
"What exactly is your secret?"
"Incremental!"
Chen Xia inwardly shouted, summoning his interface. Without hesitation, he added all the points he had accumulated over the past ten thousand years to his luck stat.
Golden light emanated from his body, and his eyes flashed. Within his sea of consciousness, tiny text appeared:
【First in the world with the luck of heaven, carrying the fortune of the heavens, or perhaps being the heavens themselves, able to bestow blessings and alter the world.】
This short sentence indicated that Chen Xia had reached the pinnacle of luck in the contemporary world. What did this mean in practice?
For instance, if Chen Xia stood in East Jia State, the state would radiate with brilliance, with the spiritual energy continuously enriched and opportunities gradually emerging.
This was the pinnacle of luck.
A single person influencing an entire state.
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?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
