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.
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...
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.
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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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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!
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.
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?!
