Within the Sea of Consciousness.
The newly forged Heretical Hell-Suppressing Platform, along with the seven Extreme Dao Pagodas beneath it, let out an incredibly greedy and terrifying roar.
An eight-tier Dao Platform was an absolute myth that no cultivator in the Azure Cloud Continent had dared to even dream of for millions of years.
But Gu Yangs Dantian Sea of Qi remained as profound as an endless black hole.
Devour it.
Forge the ninth-tier Dao Platform, ascend to the ultimate number of nine, and achieve a supreme foundation unprecedented in all of eternity.
An extremely hidden greed, like the whisper of a demon, followed the seven-colored halo of this Flawless Glazed Heart and drilled into the depths of Gu Yangs divine soul from an incredibly cunning angle.
In this cannibalistic cultivation world, who wouldnt want to stack their trump cards to the point where even the Heavenly Dao felt fear?
In Gu Yangs abyss-like black eyes, that streak of dark golden flowing flame pulsed violently.
But his thin lips abruptly curled into a mocking smile devoid of any warmth.
Idiot.
There was no hesitation, no struggle or reluctance in the face of absolute temptation.
Gu Yangs eyes instantly returned to the absolute rationality of ten-thousand-year profound ice.
The seventh-tier Dao Platform, the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Platform, operated to its absolute limit within his Sea of Consciousness with extreme coldness.
Greed was the cheapest death warrant in this world.
Nine was the ultimate number, an absolute forbidden zone belonging to the Heavenly Dao of this realm.
With his current physical foundation, forcefully using this Glazed Heart containing the residual karma of the Ancient Sword Demon to clash against the laws of the Heavenly Dao...
What would welcome him would absolutely not be some bullshit auspicious signs descending from the heavens.
Instead, it would be the Purple Heavens World-Destroying Lightning Tribulation, descended without reservation by this realm to obliterate an anomaly.
Contentment is the best method to keep the lives of others in your own hands.
Gu Yangs slightly calloused fingers abruptly and ruthlessly tightened.
Crack!
This Flawless Glazed Heart, which even Nascent Soul old monsters would exhaust their sects entire foundation to fight for.
Was violently crushed by him into a sky full of viscous seven-colored sap, as if he were crushing a ripe wild fruit.
He did not go to forge some illusory ninth-tier Dao Platform.
Gu Yang opened his abyss-like mouth and inhaled with extreme frenzy.
Like a giant whale drinking water, he swallowed this extremely dense seven-colored origin, along with the violent demonic qi surrounding it, into his stomach in one gulp!
Boom!!!
Extreme Yang and extreme evil underwent a terrifying chemical reaction within Gu Yangs body at this instant!
The moment the Flawless Glazed Heart entered his stomach.
The overbearing extreme Yang vitality blood of the Desolate Ancient Supreme Yang Physique was like a thoroughly enraged ancient god of fire.
It savagely pounced on that extremely pure extreme Yin demonic origin.
This was not a fusion; this was a mutually devouring battle to the death!
Sizzle!
Countless minute bloody fissures instantly tore open on Gu Yangs cold, jade-white skin.
The scalding dark red blood had just seeped out when it was instantly evaporated into a pungent blood mist by the high temperature within his body, which was enough to melt through the void.
The bone-deep tearing agony was enough to make any cultivator with a resolute mind instantly collapse and go mad.
But Gu Yang was like a stone statue without a sense of pain.
He coldly guided these two completely opposite and terrifying forces, violently crashing them into the eight towering Extreme Dao Pagodas deep within his Dantian.
Shatter.
An extremely flat yet absolutely tyrannical word spat out from his thin lips.
Rumble!!!
He actually personally and ruthlessly detonated the eight-tier Extreme Dao foundation he had painstakingly forged!
The Chaos Lotus Platform, the Yin-Yang Glazed Platform, the Crimson Blood Imperishable Platform, the Netherworld Dao Platform...
All the way to the Heretical Hell-Suppressing Platform at the very top, which exuded monstrous extreme evil aura.
Under the frenzied crushing of extreme Yang and extreme evil, they shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of violent fragments flashing with different Great Dao laws.
Destruction before construction; there is no making without breaking.
Condense for me!
The Great Sun Sky-Burning Sutra let out a terrifying roar like a dragons cry within his meridians.
Gu Yang acted like a brutal blacksmith, wielding the two peerless heavy hammers of the Great Sun True Fire and the Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame.
Within the closed flesh and blood furnace of his Dantian, he aimed at those Dao Platform fragments mixed with the origin of the Glazed Heart.
Savagely and frantically forging them, hammer after hammer!
...
...
At the same time.
Outside, in the Valley of Dead Spirits.
On the periphery of this ancient battlefield, which was perennially shrouded in gray miasma and filled with countless rotting corpses and dark souls.
Thousands of cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths were gathered.
They were all rogue cultivators and elders of small sects who were unqualified to enter the Shattered Star Sword Domain and could only pick up scraps outside.
A lingering stench of blood permeated the air, mixed with the dampness of rotting soil.
Suddenly.
Woo...
An extremely eerie breeze blew out from the remnants of the already closed spatial rift in the deepest part of the valley.
This wisp of wind had no temperature whatsoever, yet it carried an ancient, deathly stillness that made ones soul tremble uncontrollably.
The gray miasma, as if encountering a terrifying natural enemy, began to frantically dissipate in all directions.
What is going on? Why has the miasma dispersed?
An early Core Formation elder of a small righteous sect frowned and looked up.
In the next breath.
His cloudy eyes bulged violently, staring dead at the firmament as if he had seen a ghost.
What... what is that?!
The originally gray sky was, at this instant, forcibly torn apart by an utterly unreasonable and terrifying mighty force!
There were no tribulation clouds, no lightning.
There was only an extreme denseness, an absolute viscous feeling that seemed as though it would thoroughly crush the entire world.
Rumble!
At the peak of the firmament, an extreme blackness so profound that it could devour even ones gaze abruptly emerged.
Immediately after, an overbearing dark golden flowing flame, seemingly capable of incinerating all living things, violently cleaved through the blackness.
One Yin, one Yang; one black, one gold.
Two extreme forces that should have been as incompatible as fire and water frantically spiraled and intertwined tens of thousands of feet in the high sky, in an extremely violent yet perfectly harmonious posture!
In just three breaths.
A heaven-obscuring, sun-blotting Yin-Yang World-Destroying Taiji Diagram, spanning hundreds of miles, explosively took shape above the Valley of Dead Spirits!
This was fundamentally not the peaceful and upright Taiji of Daoism.
This was an ancient millstone suspended above the heads of all living beings, ready to plummet and crush everything at any moment!
Thud!
A Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator flying on his sword in midair did not even have time to let out a scream.
The spiritual energy within his body instantly stagnated under this terrifying coercion, and he fell straight down from a height of a hundred zhang in a wretched manner, like a sparrow with broken wings.
Bang!
His physical body smashed against the hard rock, turning into a shocking puddle of bloody mud.
But this was only the beginning.
Crack! Crack!
As the Yin-Yang World-Destroying Taiji Diagram rotated minutely at an excruciatingly slow pace.
A materialized worldly heavy pressure, like a hundred thousand invisible mountains, savagely smashed onto the spines of everyone present.
Argh!
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.”
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.
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...
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."
