"God?"
"Hahahaha!"
Xu Zhu burst into mad laughter.
"Gods are beings of legend—perhaps not even real!"
"Stop with your scare tactics!"
His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at the black-robed figure before him, roaring, "If you're truly a god, then prove it! Make the Moonlit Isle collapse before my eyes!"
The black-robed man looked at him as if he were a fool.
With a mere flick of his hand—
BOOM!
A deafening roar erupted across Moonlit Isle.
The Moonlit Tower crumbled instantly, and as it fell, enormous fissures—like gaping chasms—spread across the island, swallowing the land at terrifying speed.
At the same time, towering tsunamis, as high as the heavens, surged from all directions like crushing mountains.
It was as if a colossal beast had emerged from the depths, intent on devouring Moonlit Isle whole.
The island shattered into ruin.
"What?!"
Xu Zhu’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
The elders of Moonlit Sect scrambled like ants on a hot pan, desperate yet helpless, their hearts drowning in despair.
"It’s a god… It really is a god!"
The crowd wailed in terror.
For Moonlit Isle to fall into such calamity in an instant—only a god could wield such power with a mere gesture.
Even a Sage’s influence over the world would take time to manifest.
"My lord, spare us! Have mercy!"
The people of Moonlit Isle knelt, weeping and begging like madmen.
Bai Ji, now reduced to nothing but a flickering Dao Heart, darted around in panic, his mind on the verge of collapse. "Father! Aaaaah! Save me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I’m the next island lord of Moonlit Isle!"
Xu Zhu, still on his knees, trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot.
He seethed with resentment.
An unbearable, suffocating resentment.
He couldn’t fathom how things had come to this.
Lifting his crimson gaze, he snarled, "So what if you’re a god? Does that give you the right to slaughter the innocent?"
"Moonlit Isle has never crossed you! What ‘defiance of the God’s will’? This is just an excuse for your wanton killing!"
"Yes! Exactly!" Bai Ji, now just a Dao Heart, chimed in frantically. "You’re murdering innocents! Even gods will face divine retribution for this!"
Father and son, knowing they stood no chance, resorted to provocation—a desperate bid for survival.
The black-robed man’s lips curled in mockery.
"Very well. Let you die with clarity."
He waved his hand.
An image materialized above the crowd.
The moment they saw it, everyone froze in shock.
Xu Zhu and Bai Ji turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.
"Him?"
"It’s him… How could it be him?"
The father and son muttered in horror.
The figure in the vision was none other than Yi Feng.
Now, they understood why these black-robed men had come—it was all because of Yi Feng.
"My master personally appointed Feng Qianyue as island lord and commanded you to support her."
"Yet you defied his decree and conspired against her the moment he left. Tell me—do you deserve death?"
"Since my master has no time to deal with you, it falls to his servants to settle this matter."
As the voice spoke, Lu Benwei took a single step forward.
With that step—
BOOM!
The bodies of Moonlit Sect’s fleeing elders exploded into bloody mist.
From the carnage, countless Dao Hearts wailed and scattered like frightened locusts, each bearing a tiny, terrified face.
But the sky ignited with towering flames, trapping them all.
In that moment—
The Dao Hearts contorted in agony, their spectral faces twisting as they fled in vain through the inferno. The fire licked at their souls, reducing them to ash.
A symphony of screams filled the air, chilling to the bone.
Soon, the elders of Moonlit Isle—bodies and Dao Hearts alike—were erased from existence.
Of the once-mighty Moonlit Sect, only Xu Zhu and Bai Ji remained.
Xu Zhu’s heart twisted with regret.
He had assumed Yi Feng would never learn of their betrayal.
He never imagined it would bring such annihilation.
Nor had he ever guessed Yi Feng’s true nature.
No wonder… No wonder Yi Feng had effortlessly obtained the Death Legacy, untouched for countless ages.
Had he known, he would have gladly served Feng Qianyue. Perhaps then, the future might have been—
A single misstep had doomed them all.
"Mercy! Spare me, my lord!"
Bai Ji’s Dao Heart darted forward, his spectral face contorted in desperation. "This wasn’t my fault! I wanted Feng Qianyue as island lord! It was this old fool! He poisoned my mind! Without him, I’d never have made such a grave mistake!"
Xu Zhu spat blood.
"You—!"
"You ungrateful wretch!"
He never dreamed his own son would betray him at the end.
Though his path had been misguided, everything he’d done had been for Bai Ji. He didn’t regret it—only that fortune had not favored him.
But Bai Ji’s betrayal shattered his last shred of resolve.
His Dao Heart collapsed.
Though his body, soul, and mind remained, he was now little more than a hollow shell.
"You old bastard! You dare scold me? If not for you, I wouldn’t be in this hell!" Bai Ji’s Dao Heart flared with hatred. Seizing the moment, it shot forth like a blade—
THUD.
Xu Zhu’s forehead was pierced.
His life force drained rapidly.
His dying eyes fixed on the Dao Heart hovering before him.
He had never imagined his own son would kill him.
But the Dao Heart didn’t spare him a glance, still pleading for its life:
"My lord! Look! I killed him! I killed this old fool! See? I’m not with him! You have to spare me now!"
Behind him, Xu Zhu’s pupils dilated.
He collapsed, his eyes wide open—unable to close even in death.
The black-robed man observed coldly, his amusement laced with scorn.
A skeletal white hand reached out, and Bai Ji’s Dao Heart was yanked into its grasp.
"Spare you?"
"You weren’t so humble earlier."
"Besides… shouldn’t you experience firsthand what you inflicted on others?"
Beneath the hood, a sinister smirk formed.
With a flick of the wrist, an invisible domain enveloped Bai Ji’s Dao Heart.
Inside, lightning crackled, flames roared, and chaotic energies raged.
"No! My lord! You promised! I killed my father! You have to let me go—!"
Bai Ji’s voice, shrill with terror, echoed from within.
Then—
"AAAAAH!"
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air as the forces within the domain consumed him.
"Help!"
"Help!"
"I was wrong, I’ll never do it again—let me out…"
"Let me out… I swear I’ll never dare again…"
"It was all my fault, I beg you, spare me…"
Pleas and cries filled the air.
At this moment, he was like a pitiful insect trapped in a cage, engulfed in flames and frozen in ice, yet utterly powerless to break free.
Until, at last, the entire Isle of Moon and Wind fell, and in unbearable agony and torment, he sank into the depths of the sea alongside it.
The sky held nothing but the retreating silhouette of a figure clad in black robes.
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.
【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.)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
