Crossing the rubble zone, there was an almost vertical, completely dark red eerie mountain wall.
Amidst the strong smell of rust, there were extremely harsh "heretic whispers".
In the shadow of the mountain wall, countless sword qi fiend shadows lurked like maggots attached to bones, killing anyone who touched them.
Gu Yang stopped.
His abyss-like black eyes glanced extremely coldly at Lan Caidie beside him.
No words were needed.
That cold scrutiny, which completely treated her as a consumable, made Lan Caidie's twisted heart tremble violently.
"S-slave understands..."
Her bewitching face was pale as paper, yet flushed with an extremely sick redness.
She did not hesitate to bite her fingertips, madly squeezing out the little remaining heart essence blood she had.
"Hiss hiss—"
Dozens of extremely precious natal pathfinding blood Gu fluttered from her fingertips, flying towards the dark red mountain wall.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The blood Gu had only flown a few feet before they were successively crushed into tiny blood mists by the fiend shadows hidden in the void.
The death of every blood Gu brought an extremely terrifying divine soul backlash.
"Blergh—!"
Lan Caidie's delicate body bent abruptly, and mouthfuls of black blood spewed from her red lips.
The purple tube top short skirt, soaked in sweat, could not cover her plumpness, which heaved violently due to extreme pain.
Her nose, beaded with cold sweat, was tightly pressed against the cold and rough rock wall. Her slender thighs could no longer stand firm, and she could only kneel on the ground in a very sorry state.
But Gu Yang didn't even spare half a glance for her.
His brain was like an extremely precise supreme path calculator.
Based on the absolute coordinates of the death of each Gu worm, he instantly constructed a blind spot route in his mind that perfectly avoided all the fiend shadows.
"Keep up."
Gu Yang strode onto the Weeping Blood Cliff.
Every time his large cloth boots fell, they stepped extremely accurately into absolutely safe crevices.
Lan Caidie bit her pale lower lip tightly, letting the severe pain of the backlash tear her divine soul.
She followed on all fours behind that tall and straight back, which was like a demon god.
Watching his extremely cold steps, the slavish nature in the depths of her eyes, praying to be controlled and thoroughly used, actually sank deeper.
The last ten thousand feet, an absolute pressure vacuum zone.
Only the last stretch of distance remained from the hilt formation eye of the broken giant sword.
But the sword path pressure here was so dense that it was extremely unimaginable.
The air was completely emptied, and the gray sword qi condensed here into a semi-transparent, materialized crystal wall up to a hundred feet high.
A dead end.
Gu Yang stopped in front of the crystal wall.
He turned his head extremely coldly and looked at the aloof sword immortal who had been silent as a ghost since her spine was crushed by him.
Ji Shuanghua.
Her frost-white dharma robe was already in tatters.
It wrapped extremely closely around her delicate body, which had been practicing swordsmanship all year round and was full of explosive power.
Gu Yang didn't speak.
He just flicked his finger.
A wisp of extremely cold Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, which seemed to be able to freeze even the soul, fluttered lightly and landed half an inch away from Ji Shuanghua's fragile lower back.
The death threat intertwined with cold and heat was like an invisible, extremely brutal whip hanging over her head.
"Use your bones to carve a path."
An absolute command, with no room for negotiation.
An extremely twisted fanaticism flashed through Ji Shuanghua's cold eyes.
The [Shattered Jade Sword Bone] had the same origin as this Shattered Star Sword Domain.
Only by using this most extreme violent self-mutilation could she resonate with this crystal wall.
"Clang—!"
She pulled out her crack-covered natal longsword with extreme difficulty.
Without any defense, she even actively faced the crystal wall and slammed into it with her whole body in an extremely furious manner!
"Boom!"
When the first sword was swung, the huge recoil force directly caused the bones of her right arm to let out a tooth-aching crack.
"Crack!"
Her wrist bone broke.
But she didn't stop.
The extremely approaching Nine Nether Fire behind her, and Gu Yang's cold gaze that was like a physical substance,
allowed the attribute of extreme submission hidden in the deepest part of her divine soul to erupt into an extremely crazed formation-breaking speed amidst the ultimate pain!
"Rip! Rip!"
She was like a tireless flesh-and-blood icebreaker.
Using her thrillingly delicate body, broken bones, and spurting blood, she forcibly cleaved a bloody path inch by inch in the semi-transparent crystal wall.
Scalding blood sprayed on the cold crystals, shocking the eyes.
The bone-deep wounds on the sides of her thighs kept tearing, and sweat and blood thoroughly covered her originally aloof and stunning face.
Every violent swing of the sword would make the veins of extreme endurance pop up on the back of her neck, which was soaked in cold sweat.
Did it hurt? It hurt to the marrow.
But that stunningly suffocating feeling of being absolutely dominated by the man behind her and forced to squeeze out every last ounce of value...
Gu Yang walked in this crystal passage forcibly opened up with the flesh and blood of a prodigy.
His profound black eyes looked straight ahead at the ten-thousand-foot broken sword close at hand.
His large cloth boots stepped extremely steadily on the pool of blood that Ji Shuanghua had just waded through.
His coarse hemp clothes hung quietly in the windless vacuum.
At the corners of his clothes, not even the tiniest speck of blood-colored dust was stained.
Gu Yang's large cloth boots stepped extremely steadily on the thick pool of blood.
His abyss-like black eyes reflected extremely coldly the broken giant sword in the center of the giant pit, which was ten thousand feet high and covered with hideous dark red rust.
The extremely ancient and sacred sword intent rippled slowly around the giant sword like substantive gray ripples.
It was as if a true god of the sword path who had slumbered for tens of millions of years was compassionately waiting for the kowtow of an inheritor.
Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a mocking smile without any temperature.
The seventh-level Dao Platform, Exquisite Illusion-Breaking, circulated silently in his sea of consciousness.
This so-called holy land of the sword path exuded a nauseating stench of rot in his death-god-like eyes.
"System, directional expansion of intelligence."
Gu Yang didn't hesitate at all and issued a command in his sea of consciousness extremely decisively.
[Ding, deducted 10 Destiny Points. Generating directional intelligence for the specific target...]
A pale blue light screen quickly spread out in the dark void.
[Seven-Color Intelligence: The Shattered Star Sword Domain is actually an ancient forbidden zone 'live breeding farm'. That ten-thousand-foot broken sword is not an inheritance holy relic at all, but a sealing nail that pins down the 'Heretic Sword Demon'.
The so-called Heaven-rank supreme sword arts are all 'parasitic eggs' spread outward by the sword demon in order to seize a body and be reborn. The Nascent Soul ancestors of the Supreme Sword Sect in past generations have all been deceived by this layer of sacred disguise, but in fact, they have all been acting as free 'workers' for the demon's prison break.
Half an incense stick later, the Supreme Sword Sect's saintess, Ji Shuanghua, will use her unique 'Shattered Jade Sword Bone' to resonate with the broken sword, awakening the demon disguised as a sword spirit.
When the sky splits, the Heaven-rank sword art will descend. The flesh and spiritual power of all dead cultivators in the secret realm will turn into a substantive 'flesh mudslide' and pour back into the broken sword to reshape the demon body for the sword demon.
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!
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?"
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...
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.”
