There were no flashy visual effects of spiritual energy radiating outward.
Yet, just by him hovering there casually, the black scorched earth beneath his feet, stretching for hundreds of yards and hard as iron, emitted a teeth-aching cracking sound.
Core Formation.
A cruel chasm that stood before countless geniuses in the cultivation world.
The Foundation Establishment realm involved liquefying the absorbed spiritual energy of heaven and earth, humbly borrowing the laws of this world.
Core Formation, however, was an act of absolute plunder and crowning oneself as king.
Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes closed incredibly slowly.
He looked inward at his dantian.
The Qi Sea was no longer a turbulent ocean of spiritual energy.
Suspended there abruptly was an Extreme Dao Golden Core, the size of a pigeon's blood ruby, entirely dark gold, and covered with eight pitch-black, ferocious demonic patterns.
Its rotation speed was agonizingly slow.
But with every minuscule rotation.
All two hundred and six bones in Gu Yang's body, along with his incredibly thick meridian network, would emit a terrifying roar like the awakening of a primordial behemoth.
Mass.
An absolute mass compressed to the extreme, sufficient to crush the void.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips pulled into a completely cold and emotionless arc.
He casually raised his large hand, covered in rough calluses.
He formed no hand seals, nor did he even activate the golden core in his dantian in the slightest.
Simply and purely relying on the instinct of his physical body, he gently grasped at the void ahead, which was filled with turbulent spatial currents.
Bang!!!
The air within a ten-yard radius was instantly and unreasonably crushed to pieces by these five rough fingers!
A visible white sonic boom cloud exploded in his palm.
An extremely pungent smell of ozone and sulfur spilled wildly through the gaps between his fingers.
The Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body, under the terrifying nourishment of the Extreme Dao Demonic Core, had completely shed the last trace of mortal frailty.
His skin took on a cold white hue like ten-thousand-year-old frigid jade, without even the slightest trace of pores on the surface.
Because he simply did not need to breathe.
The extremely violent and mottled spiritual energy between heaven and earth, mixed with ancient death aura.
The very instant it touched his skin, it was instantly incinerated and purified by the dark gold Great Sun True Fire surging through his capillaries.
It directly transformed into the purest origin essence, pouring backward like countless greedy streams into that dark gold demonic core.
The metamorphosis is far more than just this.
Gu Yang's profound black eyes suddenly opened; a Great Sun in his left eye, and the Nine Nethers in his right.
Within his sea of consciousness.
The first Dao Platform, the Primal Chaos Lotus Platform, resonated silently.
Hum—
A five-colored glazed light lotus, no longer a translucent phantom but thoroughly condensed into a physical form, bloomed explosively beneath Gu Yang's feet!
Branded incredibly clearly on the lotus petals were ancient defensive array formations, so complex they would make one's scalp tingle.
Azure, red, yellow, white, and black.
The power of the five elements circulated along the edges of the lotus petals, unexpectedly forming an extremely subtle absolute vacuum zone.
Gu Yang did not move.
In the distance, a spatial current resembling a black blade, carrying a terrifying kinetic energy sufficient to bisect a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, slashed fiercely against the exterior of the lotus.
Sizzle.
There was no earth-shattering collision.
The moment the spatial blade touched the five-colored light, it was like melting snow under a scorching sun, brutally assimilated and broken down by the power of the five elements.
Ultimately, it turned into a faint wisp of breeze that fluttered the hem of Gu Yang's coarse gray robes.
Absolute defense, immune to all spells.
Gu Yang's eyes, reflecting no human emotion whatsoever, lowered with extreme indifference.
He raised his right index finger, a touch of pitch-black Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame igniting at the fingertip.
Savagely, he slashed it fiercely across his highly explosive left forearm!
Pfft.
The cold white skin of the Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang Body, comparable to a supreme-grade magical treasure, was forcibly torn open by this extreme yin coldness.
A hideous, bone-deep bloody gash abruptly appeared.
Thick, dark gold blood oozed out incredibly slowly along the muscle fibers, like boiling magma.
But in the next breath.
The third Dao Platform, the Crimson Blood Indestructible Platform, erupted with a heart-palpitating roar!
Gu Yang did not even need to deliberately channel his spiritual energy.
The dark gold blood on both sides of the wound acted like incredibly fine, living golden granulations.
They frantically intertwined, pulled, and stitched themselves together in mid-air.
In merely half a breath.
That terrifying, bone-deep wound left not even the slightest scar.
His skin recovered its absolute smoothness and cold hardness, without even a single fluctuation in surface temperature.
Before achieving rebirth from a single drop of blood, the physical body remains indestructible.
The rough pad of Gu Yang's finger casually stroked over that perfectly restored patch of skin.
As long as he was not instantly and completely crushed into fine powder.
Any physical damage directed at his body was, to him, nothing more than a meaningless depletion of spiritual energy.
The fourth Dao Platform, Netherworld Shadow Evasion.
Gu Yang's tall and straight figure blurred bizarrely in place for a moment.
It was not an afterimage left behind by excessive speed.
Rather, his physical body, his aura, and even that Extreme Dao Demonic Core as heavy as Mount Tai.
Were completely and unreasonably erased from the physical dimension of this world in that very moment.
Like an abyssal ghost that did not exist at all.
He stepped forward steadily in his large cloth boots, walking directly toward a massive spatial rift ahead that was frantically spewing destructive astral winds.
Whoosh—
The violent astral winds passed right through his body without any hindrance.
Looking as if he were taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, Gu Yang stood right in the center of the turbulent void currents that were strong enough to tear apart a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
His profound black eyes coldly observed the frantically twisting spatial fragments around him.
Immune to ninety percent of physical and spell damage, and even capable of ignoring the barriers of any enchantments and formations for a very short period of time.
This was simply the ultimate cheat code, tailor-made for assassination and robbery.
Gu Yang's figure smoothly solidified back into reality ten yards away.
His rough, large hand casually grasped at the void.
The sixth Dao Platform, the Great Yi Creation Platform, operated silently.
In his palm, the original Fortune Union Seed, which used to radiate vibrant life force and was used to heal hidden injuries.
Had now completely changed its appearance under the corruption of the Extreme Dao Demonic Core's terrifying demonic aura.
Its life force was still rich, but the emerald green seed was now covered with incredibly fine Hell-Suppressing Demonic Patterns, resembling a black spiderweb.
It was no longer a simple seed of grace used for dual cultivation and healing.
Instead, it was a seed that, once implanted into a female cultivator's dantian, would take her life and death, her cultivation, and even her subconscious.
And thoroughly, unreservedly bind them to Gu Yang's extreme yang vitality as an Absolute Chain!
With just a single thought from him.
The Great Sun True Fire would follow this seed and explosively detonate from within the female cultivator's dantian, burning her into a pile of worthless ashes.
Grace and exploitation have always been two sides of the same coin.
The corners of Gu Yang's thin lips pulled into a cruelty that was bone-chillingly cold.
The seventh Dao Platform, the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Mind, operated to its absolute limit within his sea of consciousness.
The entire world, within Gu Yang's abyss-like black eyes, was ruthlessly stripped of its superficial colors.
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?"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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...
