The figures of Shenyan Supreme and Yangzhu Supreme emerged from the void.
Their expressions were calm as they gazed at the restrained Gu Qingfeng, devoid of any joy or sorrow.
It was as if they had merely accomplished an insignificant task.
"Shenyan, my friend, I had assumed this elusive trickster would be far more troublesome to deal with. Yet, he turned out to be utterly feeble. I can’t fathom how he managed to escape under the noses of the Holy Lord and the Mansion Lord back then."
"Haha, you’re mistaken, Yangzhu. Though the Heavenly Teleportation Array is indeed miraculous, it requires time to activate. That day, the Holy Lord and the Mansion Lord never imagined this insignificant ant would possess such an array, so their oversight was only natural.
But beyond that, as long as we strike first and deny him the chance to activate it, a mere insect like him is nothing before us Supremes."
Yangzhu Supreme nodded coldly. "What a pity, though—wasting an entire squad of elites for nothing."
"No matter. As long as we recover the treasuries of our two factions, a few lives are inconsequential. The Holy Lord and the Mansion Lord won’t hold it against us."
Then, their indifferent eyes turned to Gu Qingfeng, like deities towering above, ready to pass judgment on a mere mortal.
"Gu Qingfeng, if you wish to spare yourself the agony of having your soul extracted and refined, hand over the treasuries at once—"
"What the hell are you two mutts yapping about?" Gu Qingfeng glared at them with impatience, his eyes brimming with utter disdain, as though speaking another word to them would be a waste of time.
Shenyan and Yangzhu’s expressions darkened slightly.
They exchanged a glance.
"Yangzhu, my friend, shall you handle this, or shall I?"
"I’ll take care of it. After all, my Netherworld is most adept at refining souls."
BOOM!
Before their conversation even concluded, Gu Qingfeng exploded with a deafening blast, dissolving into a cloud of black mist that scattered into the heavens and earth.
Shenyan and Yangzhu’s faces twisted in horror.
"Damn it! The brat actually self-destructed! How are we supposed to explain this to our superiors now?"
"Wait—that can’t be! He was under our seal—he shouldn’t have been able to muster even a sliver of divine power. How could he self-destruct?"
"Exactly! If he could use divine power, he could’ve just activated the Heavenly Teleportation Array and escaped. Why self-destruct? This must be a trick!"
The two quickly pieced together the truth and immediately unleashed their supreme arts to scour the surrounding space.
Yet, at that very moment, a wisp of black mist coalesced before them—Gu Qingfeng, standing there once more.
"No need to search. I’m right here," Gu Qingfeng said flatly.
"You dare?! Having an escape method yet refusing to flee—you truly hold us in no regard!"
"Gu Qingfeng, your little illusion may have fooled us once, but now that you’ve foolishly reappeared… Hmph! Let’s see how you plan to escape the encirclement of two Three-Star Supremes this time!"
Gu Qingfeng shook his head at their overconfidence.
"How utterly boring. Only now do I truly understand what it means to stand at the peak and feel the chill of solitude. Before two Three-Star Supreme ants like you, I can’t even muster the slightest interest in showing off.
It seems only the Holy Lords of the great sacred lands can pique my curiosity now."
Shenyan and Yangzhu burst into laughter as if they had heard the most ludicrous joke.
"Shenyan, old friend, did I hear that right? A brat who hasn’t even reached the Supreme Realm dares to call us Three-Star Supremes ants?"
"Hahaha! Amusing, truly amu—"
Shenyan’s words abruptly froze in his throat. Not just his speech—his entire expression stiffened, his eyes widening as if he had witnessed something unimaginable.
Beside him, Yangzhu Supreme was equally petrified, standing rigid like a stone statue.
"Go. Show these two ants who’s really surrounding whom," Gu Qingfeng said with a yawn.
"As you command, Supreme One!"
A thunderous roar erupted from behind Gu Qingfeng as 108 Heavenly Supremes answered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, 108 shadowy figures encircled Shenyan and Yangzhu completely.
At that moment, all confidence and composure drained from the two Supremes.
Cold sweat trickled down their foreheads as they stared in abject terror at the overwhelming presence of so many Supremes. The sheer pressure of their auras alone was suffocating.
"This… this can’t be real!" Shenyan’s lips trembled uncontrollably, his face a mask of disbelief.
"Illusion! It must be an illusion!" Yangzhu was no better, his face deathly pale.
"You’re right! Even our Celestial Court can’t muster 108 Supremes—how could a mere Sword Sect possibly do it? This brat must be casting some grand illusion! Break it!"
With a furious roar, Shenyan Supreme lashed out at the nearest Supreme, summoning a radiant seven-story pagoda of divine light to crush his foe.
The 108 Supremes watched indifferently. Among them, a Five-Star Dao Slave—being the closest—merely flicked his hand.
CRACK!
The pagoda shattered into countless fragments of light.
Gulp.
The sound of Shenyan and Yangzhu swallowing hard in unison echoed faintly.
They exchanged another glance, their faces twisted in horror.
"N-Not an illusion?!"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could anyone in this world gather 108 Heavenly Supremes?! Not even the Celestial Court and Netherworld combined have that many!"
"Which factions have allied against us? Is this a deliberate plot targeting the Celestial Court and Netherworld?!" Shenyan demanded, his voice strained as he glared at the Dao Slaves.
The Dao Slaves remained expressionless.
Stare.
Their orders were to encircle—so they merely encircled.
Even as Three-Star Supremes, being stared down by over a hundred Supremes—most of whom far surpassed them, with five even reaching the Eight-Star level—was a nightmare beyond comprehension.
Shenyan and Yangzhu felt their bladders nearly give way.
When the Dao Slaves remained silent, their panic only grew. Desperate, they turned back to Gu Qingfeng.
"Just which forces stand behind you?! Do you intend to wage war against both the Celestial Court and Netherworld simultaneously?!"
Gu Qingfeng waved a hand dismissively. "I alone am the greatest power in this world. Why would I need allies?"
"You—You’re spouting nonsense! How could one man command 108 Supremes?!"
"With the bearing of a Heavenly Emperor, isn’t it only natural to have a mere 108 Supremes as followers?"
Natural?!
Shenyan and Yangzhu nearly choked on the word. Were it not for the overwhelming numbers against them, they would have cursed aloud.
You call 108 Supremes natural?!
And bearing of a Heavenly Emperor?!
Even the Heavenly Emperor’s own son wouldn’t have 108 Supremes as followers!
"Ah, right." Gu Qingfeng suddenly snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot—it’s not 108. It’s 110."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
