In his Half-Spirit Body state, Gu Yang completely ignored the violent blood-malice lockdown of the Asura Blood Array. Like a phantom that simply did not exist, he walked right into this absolute dead zone.
Mo Bufan's wild joy instantly froze on his face.
After his brain experienced an extremely brief moment of blankness, ultimate terror and rage instantly submerged him.
"Who!!! Chop off your hand for me!"
His blood-red pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks.
Mo Bufan violently pulled out the bone sword nailed to the ground, burned his remaining spiritual energy, and slashed madly toward that gray phantom figure that had just solidified!
However, Gu Yang did not even spare him a glance.
Within those abyss-like black eyes, there was only absolute rationality and coldness.
He had absolutely no intention of tangling with this heavily injured mad dog.
While storing the Sword-Washing Sand into his sleeve.
Gu Yang backhanded, bent his finger, and flicked extremely casually at Mo Bufan's descending bone sword.
A flame as black as ink, devoid of the slightest temperature, fell lightly onto the bloodthirsty bone sword like a drifting flake of black snow.
Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame.
It did not burn flesh and blood, but specifically scorched the divine soul.
The bone sword slashed down.
Yet, it was like chopping into a mass of yielding air, passing directly through Gu Yang's translucent phantom that was slowly dissipating.
Meanwhile, that black flame instantly followed the demonic energy connection of the bone sword and drilled into Mo Bufan's meridians.
In the next breath.
"Ahhhhhhh——!!!"
An extremely shrill, aged scream that simply could not have been produced by a human explosively rang out from within Mo Bufan's body without any warning!
That voice carried ultimate fear and agony, as if some ancient existence hidden deep within the soul had been poured over alive with boiling molten iron.
"What is this?! Patriarch! What happened to you, Patriarch?!"
Mo Bufan was struck as if by lightning.
The backlash coming from the depths of his soul made his eyes instantly roll back.
From his seven orifices, thick black blood violently spurted out.
Clutching his head, he screamed shrilly, staggered back several steps, and plunged headfirst into the foul-smelling mud, rolling around madly.
The Asura Blood Array he was so proud of, having lost the suppression and spiritual energy maintenance of the Demon Venerable, was like a punctured blister, instantly on the verge of collapse.
"Rumble——!"
As the array's core, the Purple Gold Sword-Washing Sand, was plucked away by Gu Yang.
The Sword-Washing Great River, which had originally fallen into a low tide, completely went berserk.
The deep blue river water, losing its suppression, instantly boiled.
Tens of thousands of primal Gengjin sword essences, mixed with those mindless mirror-shadow inner demons, transformed into a terrifying spiritual energy storm that connected heaven and earth.
With destructive force, it completely swallowed that riverbank which had been reduced to a purgatory.
...
...
On the opposite bank of the Sword-Washing Great River, at the edge of the Thousand-Wall Stone Forest.
The violent sound of the wind was blocked here by the crisscrossing stone pillars, weakened into teeth-aching shrieks.
Gu Yang's figure slowly solidified in the shadow cast by a massive gray-white stone pillar.
The duration of the Nether Shadow Evasion had ended.
He extremely calmly patted off the non-existent dust on his coarse linen clothes, took out that piece of Purple Gold Sword-Washing Sand radiating an enchanting halo from his sleeve, and casually played with it at his fingertips.
Behind him, the river surface, hundreds of feet wide, had already turned into an apocalyptic millstone that shredded everything.
In the center of the sword essence storm, Mo Bufan's shrill, wild dog-like roars and desperate struggles could still be faintly heard.
Gu Yang did not even turn his head once.
His profound black eyes quietly looked toward the depths of the sword-scarred stone forest ahead.
And on the opposite bank of the river water.
Mo Bufan, cut all over and covered in blood by the sky-filling spray and sword essence, lay prone on a reef that was about to shatter.
Those bloodshot eyes deadly pierced through the mist, staring fixedly at that cold back figure on the opposite bank that flashed and vanished in the lightning.
Without any spiritual energy fluctuation.
That familiar sense of oppression of treating everyone as chess pieces and calculating to the extreme.
Mo Bufan's face twisted into an extremely resentful, broken curve.
"Li Feiyu... Li Feiyu!!!"
The roar of incompetent fury was instantly and completely smashed by the roaring angry waves of the Sword-Washing Great River.
The soles of Gu Yang's boots stepped on the dried moss, making a faint rustling sound.
The hem of his gray clothes fluttered loudly in the astral wind.
He stretched his long legs and walked into the deeper parts of the Thousand-Wall Stone Forest without looking back.
...
Thousand-Wall Stone Forest.
The fierce wind was like a rusty blunt knife, madly shuttling through the maze-like Thousand-Wall Stone Forest, scraping out teeth-aching shrill shrieks.
Countless gray-white stone pillars towering into the clouds were like dead broken swords, chaotically piercing toward the gloomy sky.
The soles of Gu Yang's boots stepped on the shriveled moss, making an extremely faint rustling sound.
A lingering smell of rust and blood permeated the air; every breath felt like swallowing cold steel needles.
Those seemingly ordinary weathered ravines on the surface of the stone pillars were actually fatal sword scars left behind when ancient mighty figures fought.
On a mottled giant boulder to the right, a trace of residual scarlet killing intent was almost tangible. If an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to look directly at that carved mark, they would be instantly blinded and have their divine soul shredded by that invisible sword intent.
Extremely perilous, yet harboring hidden murderous intent.
Deep within this dead land where even stones could kill, there nurtured incomplete sword arts enough to drive outside sects completely mad, as well as the special ore Shadow-Retaining Stone born alongside the sword intent.
Gu Yang was like a weightless phantom, extremely smoothly passing through the last dark red stone pillar.
That scalp-numbing sound of clashing metal and iron came to an abrupt halt without any warning.
Replacing it was an ultimate deathly stillness that felt as if it could completely freeze the soul.
Gu Yang stopped his footsteps. His gray thick-soled cloth shoes stepped on an extremely thin layer of ice crystals, making a very faint crack sound.
Ahead, the continuous gray-white stone pillars seemed to have been chopped in half by a heaven-reaching giant sword. Replacing them was a massive lake tightly locked in the center by several steep snow mountains.
Sunken Water Cold Pool. The water surface was as calm as a massive deep blue bronze mirror, without a single ripple. Large clusters of bone-piercing white frost mist slowly squirmed over the surface like living creatures.
Gu Yang's profound black eyes narrowed slightly. His sharp sense of smell caught an extremely obscure, sickly sweet exotic fragrance amidst the rich scent of ice and snow.
Beast-Luring Incense. Someone had set up a trap ahead.
"System, consume 10 Destiny Points to conduct a targeted intelligence deduction on the Sunken Water Cold Pool ahead." A cold mechanical voice echoed in his sea of consciousness without any fluctuations.
[Ding! Command confirmed. 10 Destiny Points deducted. Remaining Destiny Points: 180] On the dark panel, a deep and noble purple light instantly tore through the mist.
[Purple Intelligence: In half an hour, Dao One Sect's Dao Child Ye Chen will detonate a bitter flesh stratagem at the Sunken Water Cold Pool. He has secretly set up a Spirit-Locking Array and used Beast-Luring Incense to awaken the half-step Core Formation Realm ancient sword spirit at the bottom of the pool.
He will block a fatal blow for his junior martial sister, Ye Shutong, destroying her psychological defenses, and enticing her to willingly sacrifice the origin of her Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart through the method of dual cultivation.
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?!
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!
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
