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.
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.”
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.
