The next morning.
Yesterday, Ye Xiu went to the Tianyuan Treasure Tower and got several intermediate and high-grade profound-level martial arts techniques. For the time he would cultivate in the Ancient Desolate Danger Zone, as his realm improves, he would naturally need to use them. As for going to the Holy Star Tower, he found Elder Xiao Yang and got several arrays scrolls and a large amount of star stones. However, with Ye Xiu's current strength, he could only set up second-grade arrays. Still, Ye Xiu also found several third-grade array techniques that he could also use after improving his strength.
Saint Son, you're up. Master Mo had just entered the door.
Ye Xiu stretched and yawned, then smiled and said, "Master Mo, let's go."
Master Mo was surprised. So urgent?
Now?
I've been looking forward to the great opportunities in the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone for a long time. If I don't set out now, when will I? Ye Xiu smiled.
He didn't want to delay a moment. A month was too short, every minute and every second was precious.
Besides, the opportunities in the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone were waiting for him, making him even more excited.
Master Mo couldn't help but sigh. The Saint Son's heart was really extraordinary.
In the tens of thousands of years that had passed, few people had found any great opportunities in the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone.
How easy it was to find a great opportunity.
Even if one spent their whole life searching, they probably wouldn't find it before they died.
Alright, Master Mo, stop delaying. Just take me there directly. Ye Xiu urged.
Alright. Master Mo had no choice. In an instant, Master Mo brought Ye Xiu straight up into the sky. A purple light pierced through the void and disappeared into the clouds above.
Not long after, a similar purple light shot into the sky from the depths of the Celestial Origin Saint Palace.
The Desolate Ancient Danger Zone was the danger zone closest to the Celestial Origin Saint Domain.
With Master Mo's cultivation, it would only take half a day to reach the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone.
Ye Xiu looked around and saw stretches of yellow earth full of gullies and ravines, and countless chasms and giant pits on the ground. In the distance, there was a large expanse of forest, but the forest wasn't green—it was an extremely heavy black.
In summary, it was a dismal sight.
Master Mo stood on the white clouds overlooking below, and said, "Saint Son, the expanse in front is the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone."
Ye Xiu looked down in astonishment. Even after tens of thousands of years, this place was still so miserable. It was unimaginable how fierce the ancient battle must have been.
Master Mo said, "Indeed, that one battle could be called legendary. After all, it was a battle between Sage Monarchs. A casual move could easily destroy a huge city, or even annihilate a dynasty.
The might of the Sage Monarchs is beyond what we can fathom. After all, the Sage Monarchs are the true supreme peak of power in this world. They are the true pinnacle of the powerful in the world!"
Ye Xiu exclaimed in awe, "Damn, awesome! In the future, I must also become a Sage Monarch!"
Master Mo laughed loudly. With the Saint Son's extraordinary talent, he would surely become a Sage Monarch in the future.
Soon, Master Mo descended vertically and landed on a deserted yellow earth hill.
"Saint Son, if you go forward another two to three kilometers, you'll reach the boundary of the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone," Master Mo said, still with a worried look.
"Got it," Ye Xiu nodded.
"Oh right, Saint Son. There are many major forces stationed here in the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone now. Be sure not to provoke the disciples of those major forces. It might be okay on the outskirts where their strength isn't strong, but if you go deeper, there are even some disciples at the Stellar Cave Realm level or higher from powerful forces. With your current strength, it's best to keep a low profile, okay?" Master Mo exhorted again.
Ye Xiu nodded. "Don't worry, Master Mo. After following me for so long, don't you know that I always keep a low profile?"
Master Mo:
He looked at Ye Xiu complexly. Ye Xiu's expression was telling him, do I look like someone who keeps a low profile?
So Master Mo didn't quite believe those words.
"Saint Son."
Master Mo had just opened his mouth to speak again when Ye Xiu patted him on the shoulder, interrupting him. "Alright, Master Mo, you just go back at ease. I can handle it myself from here."
After finishing speaking, Ye Xiu turned and walked forward without looking back.
Master Mo sighed and shook his head. Oh well, with Fairy Xue to protect him, there probably wouldn't be much danger. I must be overthinking things.
Then, Master Mo disappeared into the yellow earth.
Ye Xiu walked forward and finally saw the crowds growing denser.
Looking further ahead, it seemed quite a few people had gathered over there.
They seemed to be surrounding something and watching it.
Ye Xiu also walked directly toward the crowd. He didn't attract any attention either, since many new people came every day, and his fame hadn't spread out here yet anyway. Although he had defeated the Saint Sons of the Luotian and Senluo Saint Palaces yesterday, the news hadn't reached this remote place so quickly.
Ye Xiu slowly walked to the edge of the crowd and saw a huge boulder as tall and wide as a meter standing in the center.
At this moment, in front of the boulder, a tall youth in black robes and holding a sword was staring intently at the mural on the boulder.
Suddenly, the youth started wielding his sword, bursting out strands of sharp sword qi that plucked at people's heartstrings.
Many exclamations rang out.
"I heard he's the new Saint Son Han Xuan of the Luotian Saint Palace. His sword heart is enlightened—to grasp a trace of sword intent so quickly, he really is an extraordinary sword cultivator. In the future he will surely become a powerful sword cultivator!"
"Of course! The mural on this boulder contains obscure sword intent. Without extraordinary comprehension, one simply can't see through it. The fact that Han Xuan was able to grasp a trace shows his attainments in the sword surpass the masses!"
But Ye Xiu paid no attention to Han Xuan. After all, who could compare to him in comprehension?
Beside him was a charming girl with a face full of yearning, a hot figure, and looks above average.
"As expected of Saint Son Han Xuan! The girl's eyes were full of peach blossoms, completely infatuated.
However, an extremely flat voice interrupted her mood.
"Miss, may I ask what this boulder is?"
The girl turned back. The speaker was none other than Ye Xiu.
She looked at Ye Xiu with disdain. Who didn't know about this boulder when they came to the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone?
This guy doesn't even know this. He must be just some country bumpkin without any background or fame.
"You don't even know this when you've come to the Desolate Ancient Danger Zone?"
Oh well, I'll take pity and tell you.
This boulder has stood here ever since the fall of the Desolate Ancient Holy Lord. No one knows where it came from.
It's said to contain the Desolate Ancient Holy Lord's sword intent, which is hidden within the mural on the boulder.
But ordinary people can't comprehend it either. One needs extraordinary talent in the sword just to grasp the superficial meaning.
Unlike our Luotian Saint Palace's Saint Son Han Xuan. He just looked at it for an hour and has already started wielding his sword, and his sword intent is even sharper.
So you should just watch obediently. The girl said disdainfully.
Ye Xiu smiled slightly, a bright look flashing in his eyes.
He laughed and said, "I see, so that's how it is."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?

Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"