An urgent order was issued.
After waiting for seven days, there was still no sign of Zhao Gu.
Nearly a month had passed, and Zhao Gu had completely lost contact. This made everyone uneasy, and they began to speculate about what might have happened.
"Could something have happened to Zhao Gu?" someone speculated. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to send even a single message!"
"Are you overthinking it?"
Another person couldn't help but retort, "A remote place like the Nine Realms couldn't possibly pose any threat to Zhao Gu. Even if everyone in the Nine Realms joined forces, they wouldn't be able to harm him!"
Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.
Many of them had already traveled through the Nine Realms and were well aware of the level of power there.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that even if everyone in the Nine Realms combined their strength, they still couldn't touch Zhao Gu. The difference in power between them was simply too vast.
"Could there be some dangerous place in the Nine Realms that trapped Zhao Gu, preventing him from escaping?" another person speculated.
"That's also unlikely."
Everyone shook their heads. "Since this is a place for nurturing yang energy, its level is already determined. It's unlikely to have any extremely dangerous areas that could render Zhao Gu helpless."
"Perhaps he simply chose not to respond?"
This speculation gained some traction among the group.
After all, everyone knew that Zhao Gu and Bai Jun didn't get along. In fact, Zhao Gu openly defied Bai Jun, so it seemed more plausible that he was deliberately ignoring him.
Of course, many of them also harbored some resentment toward Bai Jun. They had all come from major factions, with similar backgrounds and strengths, so why should Bai Jun be the one in charge?
However, as long as their interests weren't directly threatened, they wouldn't openly confront Bai Jun.
"Let's set up the teleportation array!"
Bai Jun made no comment regarding Zhao Gu's disappearance and instead directly issued the order.
The spirit ship.
It soared through the sky at breakneck speed.
Everywhere it passed, chaos ensued.
For the Nine Realms, and especially for the factions and individuals of the Immortal Realm, this event was undoubtedly a massive upheaval.
The spirit ship eventually came to a halt at the very center of the Immortal Realm.
"Let's begin immediately."
Bai Jun spoke indifferently, then descended to the ground and took his position at the very center.
"He really thinks highly of himself."
A tall, alluring woman clad in black armor crossed her arms, her red lips curling into a disdainful sneer.
"Keep your comments to yourself."
Another woman beside her whispered, "Before we left, the elders of our respective sects instructed us to follow his lead. Let's just do as we're told. It's not like we're losing anything."
"Hmph!"
The alluring woman let out a cold snort but eventually followed the others as they descended to their designated positions.
Before long, with Bai Jun at the center, everyone had formed a circular formation.
At the same time, each of them held a red talisman in their hands.
"I know many of you dislike me, and I don't mind. However, I must remind you."
"When it comes to the task at hand, give it your all. Don't let your personal feelings ruin the mission."
After saying this, he glanced at everyone with an expressionless face, then channeled his dense spiritual energy into the talisman in his hand. A beam of light instantly shot into the sky.
Many of them wore unpleasant expressions, but they didn't dare delay. They all activated their talismans in unison.
In an instant, countless beams of light shot into the sky, converging with Bai Jun's beam to form a massive runic symbol in the heavens.
Then, the runic symbol transformed in a mysterious manner, forcefully tearing a terrifying rift in the azure sky.
The rift was bottomless, and its destination was unknown.
Beneath the rift, Bai Jun slightly raised his head.
"Alright, everyone can go about their business now. In about half a month, the people from the other side should be able to teleport over."
Without waiting for a response, Bai Jun returned to the spirit ship, sat down, and began brewing tea.
Far away, near the boundary of the formation.
Elder Zhen and the others looked up at the rift in the sky and shook their heads, their expressions filled with indescribable complexity.
"What's done is done."
"No one knows what the future holds."
"I just hope I won't become the great sinner of the Nine Realms."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
【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.)
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.
