Half a day had passed.
Outside the valley, over a thousand array masters were still anxiously waiting.
By now, there was still no movement within the array, and the fate of the second batch of array masters was practically a foregone conclusion.
"Look, there's movement!"
At that moment, someone in the crowd shouted.
Seeing this, everyone turned their gaze towards the source.
They saw three men, their bodies shrouded in black mist, charging out amidst a fierce battle.
"Die!"
One man, his face crimson, directly tore another man in half.
But while the mantis is catching the cicada, the yellow bird is waiting behind.
His heart was then ripped out from behind by the third man.
"Hehehe!"
The remaining man squeezed the still-beating black heart until it burst, his scarlet eyes flickering, a sinister smile curling his lips, as if he had gone mad, charging towards the surrounding crowd with murderous intent.
"Alas!"
Seeing this, everyone sighed heavily, and with great reluctance, they swung their weapons to decapitate the man.
His head fell to the ground.
Turning into a wisp of black mist.
The atmosphere on the scene became heavy, almost suffocating.
For a long time, no one spoke.
Indeed.
The second batch had also been wiped out.
Because the last man to die was the most powerful array master of the second batch. If he had lost his mind, one could imagine what had happened to the others.
"The third batch, sign up yourselves!"
After sighing, an elder with considerable prestige called out.
However, after his voice fell, there was no response for a long time.
It wasn't that they were unwilling to break the array, but with two batches already meeting such a fate, they knew that going down themselves would likely be a death sentence.
They didn't want to lose their minds and become walking corpses, only to be put out of their misery by their own people.
Seeing that no one responded for a long time, the elder sighed heavily once more.
After a long silence, he made a decision: "In that case, let's temporarily abandon this area!"
Upon hearing this, everyone clenched their fists tightly.
Their expressions filled with reluctance.
If they couldn't solve this array, and it continued to devour more life force, the area it affected would only grow larger.
They had once evaluated that leaving this array unchecked would result in them losing a third of their territory in the Heavenly Array Immortal Continent, forcing countless people to become refugees, and all the sects and families in this region would have to relocate.
Such a relocation would inevitably cause a ripple effect, disrupting the balance of power across the entire continent.
This chain reaction could lead to great chaos in the Heavenly Array Immortal Continent.
But what could they do...
Two batches had already been lost, including some renowned array masters.
Even if the rest of them went down, the outcome would likely be the same.
"Disperse."
"We've been here too long, and even if we don't go down, our minds might still be affected."
The elder, filled with regret, had no choice but to make this decision.
Everyone nodded in silence, reluctantly beginning to pack up and prepare to leave.
However.
Just as everyone was leaving, there was suddenly movement from within the valley.
"What's going on?"
Someone asked in confusion, turning their gaze back towards the valley.
They saw a White-robed Youth, his eyes half-closed as if still drowsy, strolling out of the valley along the small path, looking as relaxed as a lazy sheep.
"This..."
"This is..."
"He doesn't seem to be shrouded in black mist, he hasn't lost his mind."
Seeing the White-robed Youth, someone exclaimed in surprise.
At this exclamation, many array masters who had already taken to the air to leave were forced to stop mid-flight, turning their gazes back towards the valley.
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
