Rumble...
As soon as they stepped into the Nine Nether Celestial Palace, the doors slid shut on their own, and one by one, ghostly blue lanterns flickered to life along the walls, like a ceremonial guard welcoming guests.
They walked along the long corridor and entered the grand hall.
The hall was vast and empty, its dome soaring high above.
Under their feet, star-like phantom lights drifted slowly, as if heaven and earth were inverted, making it impossible to tell up from down and stirring a dizzying sense of vertigo.
At the center of the hall stood a statue.
It was a woman, her feet treading galaxies, her form like flowing wind, robes billowing as if she might drift away on the breeze at any moment. Her face was carved with exquisite detail—a proud, world-dominating arrogance in her brows and eyes, yet her lips curved slightly upward with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, as if she were looking down at the masses, or mocking the audacity of those who dared approach.
"Who is she? She's stunning."
Everyone gazed up at the statue, captivated by her majesty.
Even Mo Yu couldn't help stealing a few more glances.
After all, this Nine Nether Empress was the most extraordinary woman of the fallen imperial era, peerless in both cunning and beauty. The original text described her as the supreme immortal of the world, unrivaled in elegance.
Too bad she was just dust now.
Otherwise, he'd have wanted...
Each person had their own thoughts, but only Ye Shu stared at the statue with a peculiar expression.
Why did this... look just like his simpleton wife?
Must be an illusion.
There was no way his half-witted wife—barely any different from a fool—could be the ruthless, peerless Nine Nether Empress.
It had to be a trick of the mind.
Ye Shu shook his head violently, shoving aside that utterly absurd notion.
After a moment, everyone snapped back from the statue's spellbinding beauty.
"Listen up—this is the burial ground of the master of this minor world, the Nine Nether Empress," Mo Yu's voice echoed through the empty hall, barely concealing his excitement.
After all, this was the inheritance of an empress from the fallen imperial era.
A Mahayana cultivator—a peak Mahayana, no less.
One step away from becoming an immortal, on par with his own father. If he could claim this legacy, his soul-path cultivation would soar.
Even the Chosen One, reborn,
wouldn't stand a chance against him.
"Follow me, and stay close."
Having regained his composure, Mo Yu spoke calmly and strode deeper into the hall. Normally, a place like this would be riddled with deadly traps.
But clearly, normal didn't apply to him.
As a man armed with a system and an intimate knowledge of the script, he knew every mechanism, every barrier, every hidden danger in this hall.
This place felt just like home.
Admittedly, he found it odd that some novels describe locations with such precise detail, like drawing a map—every mechanism's location, trigger condition, and consequence laid out like a manual, leaving nothing to the reader's imagination.
But he wasn't about to complain.
Hadn't he read transport novels before? This is how they worked!
He'd just take what he needed.
Before long, following Mo Yu's steps, everyone reached the deepest part of the palace. The space before them opened up—smaller than the hall outside, but far brighter.
Not because there were more luminous pearls, but because of the treasure light. Countless artifacts and valuables were piled randomly on the floor, like trash carelessly discarded.
Spirit stones, sacred herbs, magical tools, cultivation scrolls... a dazzling array that left them breathless.
"Whoa!"
This time, even the students of the main lineage couldn't hold back, gasping and exclaiming.
"Am I seeing things? Is that a Nine-Turn Primordial Pill?!"
"One pill can boost a nascent soul cultivator by a full rank!"
"Heavens! Is that the legendary Drifting Cloud Celestial Robe?"
"Made from five-colored celestial silkworm silk, said to withstand a single blow from a Return-to-Void cultivator!"
"Mom, is this heaven?"
At the sight of such treasures, the side-line disciples were nearly in tears.
"Ha, don't rush—everything here is yours," Mo Yu said with a chuckle.
Rare as these items were, for someone of his status, acquiring them wasn't really a problem.
What he truly cared about was always the empress's legacy.
His eyes locked onto the center of the treasury, where a throne carved from white jade sat, with a crown resting atop it.
The crown gleamed with a crystal-clear, seven-colored radiance.
Mo Yu's breath caught.
This was the very crown the Nine Nether Empress wore when she ascended the throne. Upon her fall, she sealed all her legacy within it.
In the original story, the male protagonist found it by chance when he thought it elegant enough to gift his lover. But the moment the crown is lifted, it triggers the treasury's trap.
No matter—he had prepared countermeasures.
All he needed...
"Young master!"
A clear voice suddenly rang through the hall.
Mo Yu's head snapped up. Mo Shisan had somehow climbed onto the throne, holding the crown in his hands, a silly grin plastered on his face.
"Young master! This crown was made for you—it's the perfect match!"
"Let me fetch it for you! Try it on!"
What—what the hell?
When did this fool climb up there?
Mo Yu's pupils shrank in shock and fury.
"Put it down! Now!!"
But it was too late. The moment Ye Shu lifted the crown, the treasury floor erupted with infinitely complex runes, spreading outward from the throne in a blazing crimson pattern that pulsed with suffocating murderous intent.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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