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.
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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...
