A chilling wind howled through the pitch-black valley.
Ye Chuan formed a hand seal, and hundreds of sword shadows materialized from his peachwood sword, shimmering with an eerie blue glow. They trembled slightly in the wind, poised like dragons ready to strike.
To avoid damaging the terrain, he refrained from using large-scale magical attacks. Instead, he wielded his sword with precision—each shadow slicing through the air like a scythe, swift and deadly.
Wherever they passed, the swarming spirits dissipated into nothingness, as if harvested like wheat.
At the same time, Ye Chuan’s spiritual sense expanded outward from his core.
Breaking through to the Crystallization Realm had its advantages—his range far surpassed what it had been during his Foundation Establishment days. Though he couldn’t cover the entire valley, searching was effortless now.
His senses combed through every inch of the valley, leaving no suspicious corner unchecked.
Behind him, Tian Xiaotian and Susu followed closely, their eyes brimming with admiration.
The translucent sword shadows weaved through the hordes of spirits, reducing them to ashes and leaving behind clusters of soul essences.
Tian Xiaotian couldn’t help but mutter, “If I had this kind of power, I wouldn’t have to be so cautious in dungeons anymore.”
Hell, she could even braid a Ghost King’s hair if she wanted.
Susu nodded slightly, though she said nothing. Her envy was plain to see.
Time slipped by unnoticed. After over an hour, Ye Chuan glanced at his backpack, now filled to the brim with soul essences, and felt a flicker of satisfaction.
Then, his spiritual sense suddenly detected something—a downward-leading cavern, oozing with a palpable darkness. A faint but unmistakable sense of danger prickled at his awareness.
“There…” Ye Chuan paused, finally spotting something unusual.
“Let’s go. Found something interesting.”
Hearing the faint excitement in his voice, Tian Xiaotian and Susu exchanged a nervous glance but followed without hesitation.
As they approached, a massive cavern entrance loomed before them.
The mouth of the cave was lined with dark-red moss, radiating an icy chill.
Just standing near it sent a bone-deep cold rushing over them. Tian Xiaotian shivered violently, hugging herself as her teeth chattered.
“S-so cold!”
Susu frowned, her expression grave. “It’s freezing inside… and there’s something unnerving about it.”
Ye Chuan studied the cavern’s depths for a moment before turning to them with a smile.
“Wait here. I’ll go in alone.”
Tian Xiaotian and Susu paled, their faces twisting with unease.
Tian Xiaotian rubbed her hands together. “B-boss, we know we’d just slow you down, but staying out here…”
After the relentless waves of spirits, their stamina and spiritual energy were nearly depleted. Even a single stray spirit could be deadly now.
They’d die. Absolutely.
Ye Chuan chuckled reassuringly. “Of course I’ll keep you safe.”
Before they could react, an inky surge of chaotic energy erupted from the ground. The earth trembled slightly as a massive Blood Wolf Demon emerged—its crimson eyes gleaming, its oppressive aura thick with the metallic scent of blood.
“Eek?!” Tian Xiaotian and Susu screamed, clinging to each other in terror.
Ye Chuan patted the wolf demon casually. “Relax. With it here, nothing will get close.”
Tian Xiaotian stared at the creature—more terrifying than any spirit—and forced a trembling smile. “H-have a safe trip, Boss…”
Noticing her expression, Ye Chuan added offhandedly, “Don’t worry. It used to eat people, but it doesn’t anymore.”
Tian Xiaotian: “?”
Wait, what?!
That did nothing to reassure her. If anything, she was now even more terrified of the wolf demon.
Without another word, Ye Chuan turned and strode into the cavern.
The moment he stepped inside, an icy chill enveloped him. The ancient peachwood sword in his hand glowed faintly, pushing back the darkness.
The tunnel twisted like a giant serpent, descending deeper with every step. The cold grew more intense, until even his breath crystallized in the air. The temperature had long since dropped below freezing.
But thanks to his Chaotic Immortal Body, the biting cold was nothing more than a mild discomfort.
“Can’t even see my own hand,” Ye Chuan mused, eyeing the dim glow of his sword. He realized he lacked proper illumination magic.
After a moment’s thought, he extended a hand. Spiritual energy surged at his fingertips, coalescing into a blazing fireball the size of two fists. The orange flames roared to life, casting light on the moss-covered walls and strange carvings.
With a flick of his will, he sent the fireball floating beside his shoulder like a miniature sun.
Satisfied, he pressed onward.
The deeper he went, the heavier the sense of danger became—as if unseen eyes watched from the shadows.
Strangely, not a single spirit or monster crossed his path. The unnatural silence only heightened his wariness. His steps grew lighter, his spiritual energy coiled tightly within him.
Too many monsters were predictable. But a place where none appeared? That was far more unsettling.
After what felt like an eternity, a towering stone gate materialized before him.
The gate stood several meters high, its surface etched with ancient, cryptic runes. A faint blue radiance pulsed from the cold stone, as if harboring some primordial power.
“A door? Seriously?” Ye Chuan arched a brow, intrigued. He ran his fingers over the surface—icy to the touch, the grooves rough with age.
He pushed against it with all his strength, but the gate didn’t budge, as if fused with the mountain itself.
“Not that easy, huh?” Ye Chuan stepped back, stroking his chin as he studied the gate.
Should he force his way in? Or attempt a spatial leap?
To be safe, he first tried probing beyond the gate with his spiritual sense—only for it to rebound as if striking solid metal.
Blocked?
That meant spatial leaps were off the table too.
“Then brute force it is.” Ye Chuan channeled spiritual energy into his peachwood sword. The blade blazed with light as power condensed along its edge.
“Clear Breeze Sword Art—Sever!”
Dozens of wind blades, sharp and unrelenting, shot toward the stone gate like arrows loosed from a bow. The sound of their passage echoed through the silent cavern, shaking loose fragments of rock from the walls.
Yet, despite the barrage of sword energy, the stone gate remained unmoved.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
