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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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...
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