"Stop!"
At that moment, Sun Li suddenly halted his movements, raising his palm and shouting loudly.
With an excited expression, he continued, "Do you feel it? The pulse of a treasure!"
Hearing this, the others quickly stopped what they were doing and focused intently, sensing the surroundings.
Soon, their eyes lit up one after another.
"I—I feel it!"
"Yes, yes! I feel it too!"
Excited voices rose among the group.
"Hahaha!"
Sun Li laughed heartily, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Judging by the intensity of this pulse, we’re only a few zhang away now."
"Last time, that black box was snatched by some freak who showed up out of nowhere. Now that the freak’s gone, I refuse to believe another one will pop up."
"Regardless, this treasure beneath us—the Three Lives Sect will claim it without fail!"
"The Three Lives Sect will claim it!"
"Without fail!"
The crowd echoed in unison, their morale soaring.
After the rallying cries, they resumed their work with even greater fervor.
Before long, the last few zhang of earth were cleared away.
By now, the pit stretched over two hundred zhang deep. Looking up, only a sliver of sky was visible.
Elder Sun Li himself took up a shovel.
With one decisive strike, a sword hilt was unearthed.
"Hiss—"
The moment the hilt was revealed, Sun Li sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock.
The others also dropped their tools, staring intently at the partially exposed hilt.
"Such—such an overwhelming aura!"
"Indeed! This must be a peerless divine sword. I can’t even bring myself to look at it too closely."
"Exactly. It radiates an indescribable pressure."
As they murmured among themselves, their gazes turned to Sun Li. Unable to hold back, they asked, "Elder Sun, can you tell what rank this sword is?"
Sun Li studied it with grave focus.
Though he desperately wanted to identify the sword’s rank, he soon realized its power surpassed his knowledge.
He shook his head.
Seeing that even Sun Li couldn’t recognize it, the group felt a mix of disappointment and even greater excitement.
"Though we don’t know what sword this is, one thing is certain—this blade is the reason this area remains untouched by the Black Domain’s influence!"
Sun Li declared with delight. "And once the Three Lives Sect possesses it, the Black Domain will be nothing to us!"
Hearing this, the group grew even more exhilarated.
Even disregarding the sword’s combat potential, its ability to repel the Black Domain alone made it a supreme treasure for any sect.
After all, the Black Domain, shrouded in dark mist, concealed countless ruins of former sacred grounds—along with untold treasures buried within.
Yet for these hidden sanctuaries and relics, most sects could only fantasize.
Even a supreme expert at the Dao-Proving Realm couldn’t fully resist the Black Domain’s corruption. At best, they could endure slightly longer within its bounds.
Though spirit ships could traverse the Black Domain, the cost of doing so was exorbitant.
Take Zhao Qi and his group, the first to discover the Nine Realms—their spirit ship’s journey was only possible because the major sects of the Heavenly Domain pooled their resources to sustain it.
But with this sword?
No need to worry about the Black Domain’s hazards or resource consumption. They could assemble elite teams and plunder any corner of the Black Domain at will.
"Hahaha! With this sword, the Three Lives Sect will endure eternally. Forget this backwater—soon, the entire Heavenly Domain will bow to us!"
"And with enough resources, our sect could even give rise to a Saint!"
Sun Li’s excitement grew as he threw his head back in laughter, his hands raised triumphantly.
The others, too, grinned from ear to ear.
"Elder Sun, in that case, let’s claim the sword at once!"
"Yes, yes! We must take it now—no time for delays!"
Impatience burned in their voices.
"Good! I’ll draw the sword now!"
Sun Li understood the risks of delay. Channeling his vital energy, he stepped cautiously toward the hilt.
His expression solemn, he reached out and grasped it.
The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, the terrifying power within surged against his palm, deepening his grin.
"Sword—come forth!"
Planting his feet firmly, he roared and yanked with all his might, attempting to pull the sword free from the earth.
"Huh?"
"Why won’t it budge?"
His face flushed red with exertion, veins bulging—yet the sword remained immovable.
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.)
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
