The glacier, eternally frozen across countless miles, should have been an endless expanse of white, pristine and crystalline in its chill.
Yet now, it was dyed crimson.
As far as the eye could see, across those endless miles, not a speck of white remained.
Like blood-red mandrakes blooming along the paths of the underworld, they covered every inch of the land.
It was the red of blood seeping into ice.
The stench of piled corpses hung thick in the air, and floating remains drifted in the frozen rivers.
Bodies lay strewn in their millions.
At a glance, it almost resembled the neighboring realm of Infernal Flames.
Both were the same fiery red.
A single look was enough to convey the brutality and sorrow of this war.
Only one or two out of ten had survived.
Yet those who remained wore smiles that seemed utterly out of place on this battlefield.
They had won this war.
Even if it was a narrow victory, it was still a victory.
The Sovereign had said that once this war was won, they could go home!
Countless soldiers clad in battle robes darted through the icy skies, spreading word of the Sovereign’s decree to withdraw.
Laughter and cheers spread across the glacier, so much so that the blinding crimson before them almost seemed like the red silk their families would drape over them in celebration upon their triumphant return.
Some were already preparing to depart at their encampments.
A young man in silver armor hurried through the air before landing swiftly on a patch of ice.
The frigid cold of the Endspirit Frost had turned his face red, but despite rubbing his hands and breathing warm air into them, his expression was brighter than ever.
The moment he landed, his general turned to him with a hearty grin.
"Yun Chu, come! Have a drink of General’s Return to warm yourself!"
The youth was but a lowly soldier under the general’s command, and hearing his name called, he flushed slightly before stepping forward shyly.
"Here, take a sip!" The general boisterously handed him the flask.
"Once we finish this wine, we set off for home!" The general’s weathered face broke into an unrestrained smile.
At his words, the men around them erupted in cheers, shouting and roaring in delight. Even the high-ranking cavalry, who rarely had mounts, soared into the sky in excitement, circling and whirling in jubilation.
Yun Chu accepted the flask and grinned broadly before raising it high and downing it in one go.
"Home!" His excited cry pierced the heavens.
"Home!!" The general’s troops echoed instantly.
"Home!!!" The entire army roared in response, their voices trembling with emotion.
The deafening cheers shot straight into the firmament, as if trying to shatter the barrier sealing away this frozen realm beyond the galaxy.
The soundwaves struck the few figures standing high above—even they were stunned into silence by the sight.
The scene was so overwhelming that even Nightwind, who was usually quick with flattery and empty boasts, stood solemnly in awe.
Before long, the army below had gathered their belongings, ready to leave this place.
The general soared higher, his voice booming as he rallied his men.
"The Sovereign has spoken—once this war is over, we return home."
"Now that the battle is won, we depart at once!"
"However, to leave this Dual-Forbidden Cosmos, we must first cross the Infernal Flames ahead!"
The Dual-Forbidden Cosmos was the battlefield they had fought upon.
One half was the Frozen Cosmos, a realm of endless ice; the other was the Infernal Cosmos, a land of scorching flames.
The Infernal Flames the general spoke of lay within the latter.
The Infernal Flames—also known as the fires of hell.
Beneath the Infernal Flames lay the turbulent Convection Layer of the Scorching Crown, a seething mass of radiation. Within that layer resided energy capable of annihilating entire star systems.
For countless millennia, the convection layer had remained stable, never once erupting.
But… when excess energy occasionally leaked from it, even the slightest wisp was enough to unleash cataclysmic flares upon them.
These were the Infernal Flames.
The fires of hell.
To traverse this forbidden land… everyone knew it would be no easy feat.
If luck was on their side, they might reach the end without encountering a single flare.
If not, even one brush with the Infernal Flames could reduce them to ashes.
Yet now, none of them cared.
Their hearts and minds were fixed on just two words—
Home.
How long had they fought in this war? A thousand years? Ten thousand?
It had lasted so long that they could barely remember the faces of their homeland.
They were the one or two who had survived the slaughter.
Nine deaths for every life spared.
But they had lived.
Compared to the countless comrades buried on this battlefield, their lives were nothing but borrowed time.
And now, against all odds, they had hope—hope of returning home. How could they not be elated?
Even if it meant braving the Infernal Flames, even if it meant walking through hell itself, they would press on!
Because beyond it lay the path home.
The biting cold of the Frozen Cosmos suppressed their cultivation, yet despite their weakened state, their eyes burned with determination as they gazed up at their general.
The general looked down at his men.
He knew their hearts yearned for home.
And was he any different?
His gaze swept over the army below.
Though battered and broken, nothing could dim the light in their eyes.
"The Sovereign also said," the general continued, his deep voice resonating across the vast expanse, "that he will send someone to meet us at the edge of the Infernal Flames."
"And then… he will lead us home."
The Sovereign—the supreme being they served. The focus of their loyalty, their faith, their unshakable devotion.
Hearing that the Sovereign himself had spoken, the men erupted in fervor.
Every last one of them trembled with excitement.
He was their light. Where the light led, they would follow!
For it was the path to their homeland.
As his words faded, the battlefield erupted in a deafening roar.
"Through the Infernal Flames, the Sovereign leads us home!!!"
"Through the Infernal Flames, the Sovereign leads us home!!!"
"Through the Infernal Flames, the Sovereign leads us home!!!"
"..."
Wave after wave of voices rose, stirring the winds of the Dual-Forbidden Cosmos—a thunderous, ecstatic cry that shook the heavens.
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
