Like a drop of heavy lead sinking into the deep sea, he plummeted straight down with absolute ruthlessness, following the gravitational collapse in the deepest depths of the spatial turbulence.
The exceptionally violent spatial turbulence acted like hundreds of millions of invisible steel saws, frantically tearing through this realm of absolute, deathly dark silence.
Gu Yang's body was like an iron tower that had lost its gravity, plummeting at extreme speed through the twisted void fissures.
The coarse gray linen clothes that had accompanied him all this way, stained with the blood of countless heaven-chosen geniuses, finally succumbed to the immense pressure in this turbulence capable of shredding supreme magical treasures, turning into a cloud of gray dust.
His cold, pale physical body, resembling a primeval desolate beast with every inch of muscle containing ultimate explosive power, was completely exposed to the void storms that could instantly tear a Golden Core cultivator into shredded meat.
Bang!
A terrifying, extremely muffled boom echoed out, like a meteorite smashing into the earth's crust.
Gu Yang's feet brutally stomped a terrifying crater dozens of feet wide into an unknown black wasteland.
He used no techniques to dissipate the force.
He relied purely on the overwhelmingly tyrannical physical strength of his Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body to forcibly endure the falling impact that was enough to shatter mountains.
The surroundings were an extremely oppressive, deathly silent wasteland that swallowed even the light.
The air was filled with a nauseatingly thick, ancient stench of decay, and the black gravel beneath his feet was like countless tiny iron filings, icy cold and incredibly hard.
An absolutely perfect dead land for secluded cultivation.
There was no ripple of emotion in Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes, not even the slightest hint of relief at having survived a disaster.
He sat down cross-legged with extreme coldness, his broad back like a javelin piercing the heavens, perfectly straight without the slightest bend.
Inside his body, the Outer Dao Demon Realm Origin that he had forcibly extracted from the eye of the ancient Sword Demon array had completely descended into the most frantic rampage!
This was a substance of ultimate evil that had precipitated for tens of millions of years, enough to burst ten Nascent Soul old monsters.
At this moment, they acted like countless extremely greedy black venomous snakes, madly biting and rampaging through Gu Yang's broad and resilient meridians.
Riiiip!
On the surface of Gu Yang's cold, jade-white skin, countless extremely hideous, pure black veins instantly bulged out.
Those veins violently writhed beneath his highly explosive muscles like living creatures, as if they would burst out of his body at any moment.
An extremely pungent stench of blood mixed with the foul odor of demonic energy frantically seeped out from the pores all over his body.
Had it been any other peerless heaven-chosen genius, they would have long been completely consumed by this power, turning into a puddle of pus and blood in sheer terror and despair.
But Gu Yang's thin lips curled into an extremely cruel, utterly cold sneer.
"You entered my dantian, and you still think you can turn the world upside down?"
He did not use any defensive magical treasures, nor did he set up any isolating array formations.
Gu Yang's large hands, bearing rough thin calluses, savagely formed an incredibly archaic and violent hand seal in front of his lower abdomen.
The Great Sun Heaven-Burning Sutra, ultimate reversal!
Boom!!!
Deep within his dantian, the Golden Crow Origin Fire, which had been compressed to the absolute limit, violently detonated like a completely ignited dark golden sun!
The Great Sun True Fire, containing extreme yang, extreme firmness, and absolute tyranny, surged upstream through Gu Yang's meridians with extreme brutality.
It crashed head-on into the black Demon Realm Origin that was madly wreaking havoc.
An extremely tragic meat-grinder battle with no way of retreat, using his physical body as the battlefield, thoroughly commenced within Gu Yang.
Ssss!
The extremely ear-piercing sound of burning flesh clearly echoed across the deathly silent black wasteland.
The Great Sun True Fire acted like the most brutal iron hammer; with every beat of his pulse, it carried a terrifying high temperature capable of incinerating all things, viciously smashing into that ink-thick demonic energy.
The high temperature instantly melted through the tough inner walls of Gu Yang's meridians.
The boiling hot blood had just seeped out before it was evaporated into an extremely pungent dark red blood mist.
Pain.
It was an ultimate form of slow slicing, akin to placing one's soul on a red-hot anvil and repeatedly crushing and reassembling it with a ten-thousand-ton hydraulic press.
Yet, on Gu Yang's cold face, which looked as if it were chiseled by a knife and axe, not even a single, extremely tiny muscle twitched.
His deep black eyes stared fixedly into the void.
In his gaze, there was only absolute rationality and a machine-like, absolute exploitation of his own physical body.
He even felt that the refining speed of the Great Sun True Fire was not fast enough.
His left index finger suddenly flicked out a wisp of the ink-black Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame.
"Go."
The extremely yin and extremely cold black flame pierced into his own heart from an incredibly tricky angle!
Crack!
Within this single breath, the blood in Gu Yang's chest cavity was frozen into countless tiny black ice shards.
The Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame followed his heart meridian, acting like an extremely sharp scalpel, and brutally cut into the core of the Demon Realm Origin from another direction.
A dual heaven of ice and fire.
The Great Sun True Fire madly burned and forged those impure karmas of ultimate evil from the outside.
The Netherworld Soul-Locking Flame extremely coldly froze and eliminated the lingering will of the Sword Demon within the demonic energy from the inside.
Gu Yang's physical body completely degenerated into a flesh and blood furnace that pursued only ultimate efficiency.
Sweat flowed down his chiseled muscles like a waterfall, instantly vaporizing in mid-air from his terrifying body temperature before it could even drop.
Time lost its meaning in this extremely dull and extremely cruel self-tempering.
The black gravel beneath his feet was forcibly melted into a boiling glazed magma pool hundreds of feet wide by the terrifying high temperatures radiating from his body.
An unknown amount of time passed.
That originally peerlessly violent and untamable tens of millions of years old Demon Realm Origin.
Under the bottomless mixed double-beating of these two top-tier heaven and earth extraordinary fires, all of its ferocity was finally completely wiped out.
It turned into a pool of extremely thick, heart-palpitating dark golden liquid energy, lying extremely docilely at the bottom of Gu Yang's dantian.
"Condense."
Gu Yang's thin lips spat out a cold syllable without any fluctuation.
In his sea of consciousness, the first seven tiers of Dao Platforms resonated with a boom.
The defense of the Chaos Lotus Platform, the balance of the Yin-Yang Glazed Platform, the vitality of the Crimson Blood Immortal Platform, the concealment of the Netherworld Dao Platform, the fortune and life force of Taiji and Taiyi, and the absolute illusion-breaking of the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Platform.
The seven bases, radiating completely different auras of the Great Dao, madly pulled at that pool of thoroughly tamed Demon Realm Origin.
The eighth tier of the Dao Platform began to be cast.
There was no ethereal flashing of spiritual light like before, nor was there the resonance of the Great Dao's Sanskrit chanting.
There was only an extremely heavy, terrifyingly suffocating, deathly silence.
That pool of dark golden liquid energy cooled and solidified extremely slowly at the very top of his dantian.
It transformed into a dark red cast iron base about ten feet across, looking as if it had been entirely soaked in blood.
Rough, icy cold, and covered with extremely hideous rust and dried bloodstains.
This did not look like an immortal cultivator's Dao Platform at all.
It was simply an executioner's beheading block, pulled out with extreme savagery from the deepest depths of the eighteenth tier of the Avici Hell!
"Outer Dao Hell-Suppressing Platform."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
