Outside the Chuan Gong Pavilion.
It was very quiet.
Lin Yan felt a little uneasy. The little loli was so well-behaved and cute, would she run into any accidents?
Just then.
[Ding! Disciple Liu Ruyan's favorability has greatly increased, loyalty +10%]
[Ding! Detected disciple Liu Ruyan's loyalty has broken through 80%, obtained one Sect Master entry extraction opportunity!]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan obtained the Emperor-level technique "Taiyin Emperor Sutra", Sect Points +100]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan resonated with the Great Dao, Sect Points +100]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan broke through to Qi Refining Tier 1, Sect Points +50]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan broke through to Qi Refining Tier 2, Sect Points +50]
[Ding! Liu Ruyan broke through to Qi Refining Tier 3, Sect Points +50]
...
[Ding! Liu Ruyan broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Sect Points +100]
Lin Yan was dumbfounded!
Loyalty broke through?
Obtained an Emperor-level technique?
In just this short while... Foundation Establishment?
"Sys, check Liu Ruyan's current status."
[Disciple: Liu Ruyan]
[Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment]
[ID: 000001]
[Physique: Taiyin Holy Body]
[Technique: Taiyin Emperor Sutra (Emperor-level)]
[Loyalty: 85.6%]
[Entry: Taiyin Dao Body]
...
Lin Yan gasped.
She actually reached Foundation Establishment!
He had previously thought that gaining 4 years of cultivation in 3 days was incredibly fast, but in the blink of an eye, his disciple reached Foundation Establishment?
Although Lin Yan still didn't know what realm 4 years of cultivation corresponded to, it probably wasn't Foundation Establishment, right?
"This..."
...
Meanwhile.
Tens of thousands of miles high in the sky.
In an unknowable place of chaos.
Here, there was no heaven, no earth, no time, and no space.
There was only endless nothingness, and within the nothingness slumbered various Great Daos.
They were the manifestations of the rules of heaven and earth, the foundation of the cultivation world's existence.
For millions of years, they had slumbered here, untouched and unawakened by anyone.
Until today.
A silver-white Great Dao suddenly moved.
Like a giant dragon that had slept for ten thousand years suddenly opening its eyes!
Above the Great Dao, the silver-white light shone brightly, illuminating the entire chaotic void.
Immediately after, the other Great Daos seemed to be awakened, vibrating one after another.
Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Thunder, Light, Dark...
Each Great Dao resonated and vibrated, emitting low Dao chimes.
That sound was like the heartbeat of heaven and earth, and also like the ringing of an ancient bell.
Muffled, distant, and awe-inspiring.
The Dao chimes pierced through the chaos, spreading to every corner of the Tianyuan Continent.
...
Tianyuan Continent, Central State.
Absolute Beginning Holy Land.
In a sky city suspended tens of thousands of feet in the air.
A white-haired old man sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes tightly closed, his breathing long and steady.
The Daoist robe on his body was tattered, as if he had worn it for thousands of years, but spiritual light flowed at every torn spot, clearly showing it was no ordinary item.
Suddenly, the old man snapped his eyes open!
Two piercing rays of light shot out from his cloudy eyes, piercing through the roof of the hall and soaring straight into the clouds.
"A Dao Body..."
"The one and only Dao Body in all eternity has emerged!"
His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if confirming something.
Then, the old man suddenly stood up, and a terrifying pressure erupted from his body.
The entire sky city trembled slightly under his pressure.
"Men!"
"Old Ancestor?" The disciples waiting outside the hall hastily knelt down.
"Pass down my order! At all costs, find this Dao Body! Take them into our Absolute Beginning Holy Land!"
"Anyone who dares to interfere will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!"
...
Western Region, Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
Golden Buddha light enveloped the entire mountain range, bells echoed melodiously, and Sanskrit chants rang out in waves.
Inside the Mahavira Hall, a giant golden Buddha sat upon a lotus throne, its eyes lowered in compassion for all living beings.
Below the golden Buddha, a gaunt old monk sat in meditation, his body covered in dust as if he hadn't moved in a very long time.
Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes.
There was no piercing light or terrifying pressure in his eyes, only a calmness that saw through worldly affairs.
But beneath that calmness was unconcealable shock.
"A Dao Body has emerged..."
The old monk muttered to himself, then slowly stood up.
The dust on his body rustled down.
"Amitabha."
He chanted a Buddha's name. The sound wasn't loud, but it spread throughout the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
In an instant, all the monks stopped their tasks.
The abbot, the head monks, the elders, the disciples...
Everyone's gaze turned towards the Mahavira Hall.
Because that Buddha's name came from the direction of the Grand Ancestor, who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years and had never shown his face.
"Pass down my decree."
The old monk's voice was calm, but every word struck like a heavy hammer on everyone's heart.
"Find the Dao Body and cross them over into our sect."
"Yes!"
Tens of thousands of monks replied in unison, their voices shaking the clouds.
...
Southern Border, Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom.
Deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, at the bottom of a pitch-black abyss.
A pair of emerald green eyes suddenly lit up, like two will-o'-the-wisps glowing faintly in the darkness.
"A Dao Body..."
A hoarse voice emerged from the abyss, carrying irrepressible greed.
"If I devour this Dao Body, I will be able to break through my shackles and return to my peak!"
The abyss trembled, and countless demonic beasts prostrated on the ground, shivering.
"Pass down my kingly decree! All demon races, move out in full force!"
"Find that Dao Body and bring them back alive!"
"Yes!"
Countless demonic beasts roared in unison, their voices echoing across the wilderness.
...
Northern Plains, Ice Snow Shrine.
Beneath the glaciers that hadn't melted in ten thousand years, in a palace built of ice crystals.
A woman in a white dress sat cross-legged on an ice lotus. Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, and her aura was cold and aloof.
She had her eyes closed, seemingly in a deep slumber.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
Those eyes were ice-blue, like the purest ice crystals without a trace of impurity.
"Taiyin Dao Body..."
The woman spoke softly, her voice cold and clear like an icy spring.
"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would actually wait until a Dao Body emerged."
She stood up, and the ice lotus bloomed in response.
"Pass down my order. Deploy the Ice Phoenix Guards."
"At all costs, ensure the Dao Body's safety."
"If anyone dares to snatch them..."
A cold glint flashed across the woman's eyes.
"Kill."
...
Qingyun Mountain, Heavenly Sword Sect.
Outer Sect Council Hall.
"What, you're saying that person knows Patriarch Zhang?"
"And took your full-strength palm strike without a scratch?"
Zhao Feng, an outer sect elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, sat upright in a grand armchair. The teacup in his hand hovered in mid-air, his brows tightly furrowed.
Li Hu stood below, his head bowed, a look of respect on his face.
"That's right, Elder. That person claimed to be Lin Yan, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Derivation Sect. He looked to be in his early twenties, but this subordinate couldn't see through his cultivation realm."
"He asked this subordinate to pass a message to the Sect Master, saying that this mountain peak of Qingyun Mountain will be under the Heavenly Derivation Sect's jurisdiction from now on."
"He also said... if you want to go find him for tea, he's always waiting."
"Elder, could this Heavenly Derivation Sect be some hidden sect?"
"Hah? Hidden sect?"
Zhao Feng put down his teacup and sneered.
"At its peak, this Heavenly Derivation Sect only had twenty or thirty people. Thirty years ago, it was I who personally took action and wiped out that rundown Daoist temple. What bullshit hidden sect?"
Li Hu was taken aback. "Elder, you mean... that Heavenly Derivation Sect was wiped out by you thirty years ago..."
"Exactly." Zhao Feng stroked his beard, a smug look on his face.
"Back then, the Tianyan Sect was nothing but a dilapidated little sect on the verge of losing its legacy. With a casual slap, I shattered their mountain gate."
"Afterward, those disciples scattered like monkeys fleeing a fallen tree. Those who didn't run away died; they've been gone for a long time."
"Now, some wet-behind-the-ears brat pops up out of nowhere, picks up a broken plaque, and wants to rebuild the sect?"
"Wishful thinking!"
Li Hu scratched his head. "But Elder, that person took my full-strength palm strike and truly didn't even budge..."
Zhao Feng shot him a glance and coldly snorted.
"There are plenty of things in this world that can block a full-force strike from a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator."
"Protective dharma treasures, defensive talismans, single-use spirit artifacts... any one of them could do it."
"Did you think he relied on his own true ability?"
Li Hu suddenly realized. "Elder, do you mean... that guy has a treasure on him?"
"What else?" A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes. "A young man in his early twenties—even if he started cultivating in his mother's womb, how high could his cultivation base possibly be?"
"Peak Qi Condensation at best."
"To be able to block your full-strength palm, he must have relied on an external item."
Li Hu's eyes lit up as well.
Right.
How did he not think of that?
A treasure capable of taking a full-force strike from a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator—what grade would that have to be?
At least a Spirit Artifact, right?
Maybe... even a Treasure Artifact!
Perhaps it was even related to the treasure that fell from the sky that day!
At this thought, Li Hu's breathing grew somewhat heavy.
"Elder, then your subordinate will go investigate again..."
"No need."
Zhao Feng raised a hand to interrupt Li Hu, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
"This time, I will act personally."
He stood up and stretched his limbs, his joints letting out a series of crackling pops from within his body.
"I want to see if that person can withstand a full-force strike from a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
