For cultivators, the Heart Lake True Blood becomes increasingly significant as one's cultivation level rises. It contains the essence of the Dao and, if forced out, indicates a truly severe injury.
Chen Xia casually flicked his immortal sword, scattering the Heart Lake True Blood of Emperor Witch into the sea. The Dao intent within the blood caused massive waves, and countless sea monsters beneath the surface began fighting over the tiniest bits of the True Blood, igniting another battlefield.
Above the sea, Chen Xia tore off his tattered sleeve, revealing a blood-stained arm. With the surrounding tsunami, he lowered his eyebrows. His flying sword shimmered with the colors of time, and suddenly, a gigantic pale eye emerged from the sea, covering a significant portion of the water. The colossal head surged upward, propelling Chen Xia towards the heavens, while the entire dragon-like body rose from the sea, akin to a sky-piercing pillar, awe-inspiring and terrifying.
At the highest point of the sky, Emperor Witch looked down, heavily breathing with blood-soaked chest. The left hand glowed with black energy, shrouding the void in darkness.
Before their collision, an intense pressure already spread, causing the spiritual energy of the entire immortal world to falter and forcing cultivators below the Pāramitā realm to kneel. This was only because Chen Xia and Emperor Witch were far from the immortal world. Had they been closer, the battle's ripples could have obliterated half the realm.
The Lord of the Divine Realm slightly lowered his head, his expression changing subtly. With a downward press of his hand, the Dao manifested, protecting the Treasure Ring Scale State.
Boom!
The momentum rolled from the sky, and even the Lord of the Divine Realm's expression shifted, his brows knitting tightly. He felt that the combat strength of the two seemed even stronger than before the battle.
Progressing in battle?
Oh, that's impressive. Never seen such a strategy before.
At Heaven Pill Gate, Daoist Suppressing Heaven stood once more, whispering, "Evenly matched."
After saying this, he shook his head slightly, gazing towards the Ninth Mountain. In the hollow eyes of his puppet form, a flicker of brilliance sparked. Suddenly, he raised a hand, and the sun, moon, and stars rotated within it as he muttered,
"Want to locate my true body? No need."
Before him, footsteps sounded, and a golden-eyed, handsome man appeared. Though seemingly gazing at the sky, all the pressure fell on Daoist Suppressing Heaven, who casually asked,
"A serpent in the grass dares to plot against a tiger in the forest?"
"Why not a tiger in the grass?" Daoist Suppressing Heaven countered.
The Martial Emperor chuckled lightly. "You flatter yourself. Without the audacity to confront me directly, what fantasies do you entertain?"
"A strategist's battlefield is not limited to direct combat," Daoist Suppressing Heaven calmly replied.
"But a cultivator's battlefield has always been combat," the Martial Emperor rebutted, lowering his gaze.
They locked eyes.
Daoist Suppressing Heaven's hollow eyes flickered and he inquired softly,
"Are you here to kill me?"
The Martial Emperor gently brushed off the dust on his attire, then flicked it away, responding,
"What's the point in killing a puppet? I've gathered bits about your collaboration with Chen Xia, but it doesn't matter. You've also aided me in a way, facilitating Chen Xia's ascension to the pinnacle—just as I hoped."
"Let's hope so," Daoist Suppressing Heaven replied.
The Martial Emperor added, "However, I will personally slay your true body."
"Then you'd better search well. Hehe."
"I will find you, and you won't escape."
Their dialogue was brief, followed by lengthy silence. Daoist Suppressing Heaven stared at the sky for a long time before asking,
"These two—are they the collaborators you've chosen to overthrow the Heavenly Daos?"
"Yes, Chen Xia is especially unique. Given time, he can reach heights akin to mine. Numerous instances have demonstrated this, and I've witnessed his future firsthand."
"He could be my collaborator or my greatest obstacle. The future remains uncertain. Calculations aren't certainties; they merely nudge reality in the direction I desire. How much it bends—that's where it gets complex."
"Hehe," Daoist Suppressing Heaven chuckled softly, nodding, "It's rare for you to converse with me so calmly."
The Martial Emperor gazed at the sky, his tone was calm, he replied, "Let's wait for the outcome of the battle, and I'll just casually stroll around."
He had barely finished his words when...
Hum!
The sky dramatically changed; the spiritual energy of the entire immortal world surged, forming whirlpools that raced towards the heavens, draining all the realm's energy in an instant!
"Emperor Witch has unleashed his ultimate move!" The Lord of the Divine Realm shouted, his expression heavy.
Below the level of quasi-saints in the immortal world, all knelt. Those under quasi-Emperors couldn't withstand the aftershocks, and even ordinary Emperors could only catch glimpses of the battle.
The spiritual energy vortex of the immortal world suddenly halted. The sky turned pitch black, transforming into a vast Dark Heaven, filled with a deathly aura that pervaded far and wide, inducing slight despair in all who felt it.
In an instant.
The black sky abruptly stopped, as if all movement had ceased, even the spiritual energy. Somewhere within, a wide grey-white river faintly appeared, and within it, a phantom-like figure.
The Emperor of Time of this era.
All fell silent; in the immortal world, only Emperors remained unaffected.
Slow, tranquil.
Time lost meaning—a moment, or a whole year.
Pop.
A subtle sound of something shattering.
The sky cracked.
Then swiftly, a figure descended from the heavens, landing high in the immortal world. A green robe fluttered, an immortal sword swung, and despite being drenched in blood and pale, the aura remained strong. Tilting his head, a grin spread.
"Simple."
As the words finished, another figure fell from the sky, splashing into the sea without a sound.
The entire immortal world settled back into peace.
The battle seemed decided, with the title of the strongest Emperor crowned.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
