Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes reflected this extremely ugly eighth-tier Dao Platform, which nonetheless exuded an absolute aesthetic of violence.
Clack! Clack!
Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of grinding metal.
Nine incredibly thick, materialized chains, entirely wreathed in Nine Nether Black Flames and Dark Gold Great Sun True Fire, violently burst forth from the ground around this Hell-Suppressing Platform!
Like nine bound ancient evil dragons, they tightly coiled around this dark red execution platform.
And beneath that rough, rusted base.
Faintly came countless extremely mournful wails of heretical demonic voices that absolutely did not belong to humans.
That was the ultimate evil karma of millions of years, thoroughly suppressed by this power. They were ruthlessly smelted into the stepping stones of this Dao Platform, never to be freed for all eternity.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully forging the eighth-tier Dao Platform—Heretical Hell-Suppressing Platform.]
[Divine Ability Awakened: Hell-Suppressing Soul Chains (Heretical Hell Realm).]
The system's prompt echoed coldly in his sea of consciousness.
Gu Yang did not bother to check the floating text; his divine sense sank with extreme precision into this newly formed execution platform.
An enormously vast and incredibly tyrannical stream of information instantly rushed into his mind.
Divine Ability: Hell-Suppressing Soul Chains.
Passive Effect: Absolute Suppression. Any evil cultivator, demonic cultivation method, or dark and filthy entity at a lower or equal realm to the host, upon coming within ten zhang of the host, will have their spiritual energy activity forcibly weakened by fifty percent! That was the bloodline suppression of an apex predator looking down upon lowly ants.
Active Effect: Heretical Hell Realm.
Gu Yang's rough right hand raised with extreme casualness.
Clang!!!
Accompanied by a terrifying, soul-tearing sound of clashing chains.
Those nine dark gold and black flame chains coiled around the Hell-Suppressing Platform seemed to ignore spatial distance, violently and abruptly piercing out from the phantom behind Gu Yang!
Like nine highly venomous vipers that had caught the scent of blood, they danced madly in midair.
With a single thought from Gu Yang.
One of the chains, as thick as a man's thigh and carrying terrifying, all-destroying kinetic energy, brutally plunged into the distant black wasteland!
Boom!
The earth trembled violently.
There was no loud explosion of spiritual energy, only an extremely bizarre and hair-raising sound of extraction.
The barbs of that chain hooked deeply into a faint spirit vein deep within the earth's core.
Sizzle!
The incredibly complex hell-suppressing runes on the surface of the chain flickered madly.
Following the trajectory of the chain, a surge of extremely pure earth spiritual energy, forcibly stripped of all attributes, surged madly into Gu Yang's dantian like an inverted river!
This was not a combat skill at all.
This was an extremely overbearing and completely unreasonable [Forcible Plunder]!
The enlightenment fed back from the divine ability was extremely clear:
Once these nine Hell-Suppressing Soul Chains ignored physical defenses and accurately pierced into an enemy's dantian or sea of consciousness.
They would instantly lock down the opponent's Dao Foundation.
Subsequently, the chains would transform into the most greedy blood-sucking conduits.
Not only could they ruthlessly drain the enemy's spiritual energy and vitality, but even the opponent's painstakingly cultivated bone root talent and lifespan could be forcibly stripped away and fed back into Gu Yang's Hell-Suppressing Dao Platform!
Those pierced by the chains would be completely reduced to living blood bags devoid of any capacity to resist.
They could only watch with clear minds in ultimate agony and despair as they were squeezed dry drop by drop.
As for that so-called Heretical Hell Realm.
It pushed this kind of exploitation to the absolute extreme.
Once Gu Yang opened his ten-zhang Prison Domain, any target he deemed as "prey" would not only suffer a fifty percent suppression of their strength.
All spatial laws within the Prison Domain would fall under the absolute control of Gu Yang, the "Warden."
Once dragged into this cage of absolute gravity forged by the origin of the Demon Realm, even attempting to teleport away would require paying the agonizing price of being flayed alive.
Gu Yang retracted his right hand extremely slowly.
The nine chains radiating terrifying pressure, like obedient vicious hounds, smoothly retracted deep into his shadow.
The boiling pool of glazed magma reflected his cold face, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Within his abyss-like black eyes, there was no ecstasy over acquiring such a heaven-defying divine ability.
There was only an extremely precise calculation and measurement, like that of a cold machine.
"An extremely brutal harvesting tool, without any unnecessary flashiness."
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips curled into a bone-chilling arc of satisfaction.
In the past, when facing those "fat sheep" blessed with immense karmic luck.
He had to use his fists to painstakingly beat them half to death before he could forcefully search their souls or snatch their fortuitous encounters.
This process was fraught with variables.
Some desperate heaven-chosen geniuses would even choose to self-destruct their Golden Cores, completely wasting a body full of top-tier materials.
But now.
With this "Outer Path Prison-Suppressing Terrace."
Even a max-level hypocrite wearing the skin of a saint like Ye Chen, or a demonic freak with an ancient grandpa hiding in his body like Mo Bufan.
As long as their collarbones were hooked by these Hell-Suppressing Soul Chains.
It didn't matter what trump cards they had, or what world-shocking, luck-fueled explosive power they possessed.
They would all obediently turn into the most powerless, struggling raw meat on the chopping block.
Their spiritual energy would be directly stripped away, and their trump cards forcefully extracted.
Even the right to self-destruct would be ruthlessly and completely snuffed out by these nine chains.
"It couldn't be more fitting to use as a dog leash to tightly bind those extremely disobedient cultivation cauldrons and harvestable leeks."
Gu Yang slowly stood up.
After forging the eighth tier of his Dao Foundation, the vitality and blood of his Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body had flourished to an incredibly unimaginable and terrifying state.
He didn't even intentionally release his aura.
Just by casually twisting his neck, the explosive cracking of his bones sent out visible gray ripples through the space within ten zhang.
Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He was only half a step away from Core Formation.
But Gu Yang was extremely clear.
Relying on his current unprecedented and absurdly abnormal eight-tier Extreme Dao Pagoda.
Even without relying on the suppression of the Great Sun True Fire, just using his physical strength and these "Hell-Suppressing Soul Chains."
An ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivator would absolutely not survive even the time it takes an incense stick to burn under his brutally one-sided slaughter.
Gu Yang's deep black eyes looked with extreme indifference toward the end of this dead wasteland.
On the dead, black wasteland.
The boiling pool of glazed magma, hundreds of zhang in radius, had completely cooled and solidified amidst Gu Yang's terrifying breathing.
It transformed into a patch of dark red scorched earth emitting a pungent smell of sulfur.
Gu Yang, like a gray demon god that had remained motionless since ancient times, sat cross-legged in the very center of the scorched earth.
His large hand, covered in rough calluses, steadily held up a heart radiating seven-colored flowing light.
The Flawless Glazed Heart.
This supreme spiritual object, stained with the blood and storm of countless peerless prodigies from both righteous and demonic paths, now pulsed faintly in his palm like a living being.
Each pulse released a vast, boundless life force and demonic energy, sufficient to instantly send an ordinary Core Formation cultivator into qi deviation.
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
] 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.
