Originally, the Cloth-robed Elder had no intention of meddling in these trivial matters, but upon careful consideration, he felt it was still inappropriate.
Minor conflicts could be overlooked, but the real concern was that if left unchecked, the people below might develop irreconcilable differences, leading to a full-scale war.
At this critical juncture, such internal strife was something they could no longer afford.
On the contrary, everyone needed to unite and prepare for the impending calamities that might arise in the future.
"Huang Zhen, Chen Xian, the two of you should return and resolve this matter!" Elder Zhen spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Huang Zhen and Chen Xian stepped forward simultaneously.
One hailed from the Array Realm, while the other was from the Desolate Realm.
Though their strength and seniority were not on par with Elder Zhen's, the fact that they stood here was proof enough of their status.
Anyone from the Array Realm or the Desolate Realm who saw them would respectfully address them as "Ancestors."
"Elder Zhen, returning is not an issue," Huang Zhen said. "But the conflict between our two realms won't be easily resolved. After all, we haven't intervened in their affairs for thirty thousand years!"
"Indeed, we can't simply go back and issue a command, can we?" Chen Xian also frowned. "Even if we manage to stop their fighting, it won't address the root of the problem!"
Hearing this, Elder Zhen's expression darkened.
They were not wrong.
Their status was indeed high, and a single command might make others obey.
But that would only be a temporary fix, not a permanent solution.
Only by finding the right opportunity and having them mediate could the root of the problem be addressed, truly resolving the conflict between the two realms.
"Ah, it's our fault for not being able to spare the effort earlier, leading to this situation," the Cloth-robed Elder said with regret.
Seeing this, Huang Zhen and Chen Xian fell silent for a moment before looking up at the Cloth-robed Elder and saying, "Forget it, Elder Zhen. Don't trouble yourself with this. Leave the matters of the Desolate Realm and the Array Realm to us. We'll do our best to find a solution!"
"Sigh!"
Elder Zhen glanced around and let out a deep sigh, reluctantly nodding. "In that case, I'll have to trouble you. Don't delay—set off as soon as possible!"
"Yes!"
The two dared not waste any time, eager to resolve the issue and return quickly. After all, with each person missing from here, the burden on the others grew heavier.
The two transformed into streaks of light and vanished, heading toward the Array Realm and the Desolate Realm.
However, just moments after they left, an unexpected event occurred.
Among the seated elders, one of them suddenly had his hair stand on end, and his aura surged violently into the sky.
"Elder Yun!"
"Elder Yun!"
Seeing this, everyone, including Elder Zhen, turned grim, their voices filled with concern as they called out.
"Strike! Strike me down now, kill me!"
In the sky, Elder Yun roared.
As he spoke, his eyes turned blood-red, and a dark mist began to spread across his body. Black runes crawled over his skin, creating an eerie and sinister sight.
"No, I can save you!"
Elder Zhen's eyes reddened as he shouted, unwilling to give up, and rushed into the sky.
"Stop!"
Elder Yun, his eyes crimson and face twisted in agony, struggled to shout, "I'm telling you clearly, I can only hold on for ten more breaths. After that, you know better than I what will happen!"
Hearing this, Elder Zhen clenched his fists tightly, his face ashen.
"What are you waiting for? Do it!"
In the sky, as the black aura grew thicker, Elder Yun roared once more.
Elder Zhen gritted his teeth.
A celestial sword flew out from his sleeve.
Elder Yun, now shrouded in black light, actually lunged toward the sword himself.
"Remember, you must find powerful individuals to help us, or else..."
"Thud!"
Before Elder Yun could finish, the celestial sword pierced through his vital point.
The overwhelming black aura dissipated instantly, and Elder Yun's lifeless body fell from the sky.
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?!
【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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
