"Did he... just break through?"
"Golden Core?"
Watching Ye Chuan's cultivation realm continuously ascend as effortlessly as drinking water, the elders and Qin Tianya found it hard to believe.
"Impossible! Just days ago, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage! How could he reach Crystallization and then achieve Golden Core in such a short time?!" Elder Ziyun, already severely injured by the heavenly lightning, could no longer hold himself together. After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood and shouting in fury, he collapsed amidst the rubble.
"Master!"
After breaking through to Golden Core, Ye Chuan sensed the spiritual energy within his body and silently surveyed the surrounding ruins—the heavenly lightning had been blocked by the Qingyun Sect's protective formation.
But the power had exceeded his expectations. After all, this was the Qingyun Sect's life-saving formation, yet even it had been shattered by the lightning. Ye Chuan could already imagine how terrifying the heavenly tribulations would be with each major breakthrough in the future.
And this was just the Golden Core tribulation.
Not far away, seeing Zi Ning'er weeping, Ye Chuan hesitated for a moment before turning away. "Time to leave."
"Where do you think you're going?!" A furious roar echoed as if from the heavens.
Ye Chuan was stunned to find his teleportation magic failing!
He realized the entire space had been sealed with restrictions!
Though Ye Chuan himself wasn't affected by the restrictions, his techniques weren't immune to magic suppression. As his spell failed, he barely had time to react before a flying sword shot toward him!
So fast...
His hand barely twitched.
The sword was impossibly quick—in the blink of an eye, it pierced straight through his chest!
"Ugh—" Ye Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, crimson droplets splattering onto the sword embedded in his chest.
His consciousness began to blur instantly.
Lifting his gaze weakly, he saw an elderly man slowly emerging from the ruins, his golden eyes seeming to pierce through heaven and earth.
"Ancestor!" Qin Tianya immediately bowed in reverence, and the other elders followed suit.
"Hmph. How long have I been in seclusion?" The old man snorted coldly, his gaze settling on Ye Chuan. "And now the Qingyun Sect has been reduced to this wretched state!"
Qin Tianya didn't dare speak, silently lowering his head.
"Who are you?" The old man looked down at Ye Chuan, his voice filled with authority.
Ye Chuan's expression remained calm, though his eyes narrowed slightly. "Heh."
The old man suddenly spoke again, "I see no fear of death in your eyes. Do you have some means of cheating death?"
He continued indifferently, "If so, you're mistaken. I will imprison your soul."
"Death will not grant you release!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuan fell silent, staring at the old man with uncertainty. Those sharp eyes seemed to see right through him.
The next moment, Ye Chuan suddenly smiled, his aura surging violently as if compressing all his spiritual energy within.
"He's going to detonate his soul!" One sharp-eyed elder cried out in alarm.
"Hmph. No one dies without my permission." The old man unleashed his divine sense, but when it touched Ye Chuan, it dissipated like mud sinking into the sea.
What...?
The old man frowned, but before he could react, golden light erupted from Ye Chuan's body, followed by a violent explosion of energy!
"BOOM!"
With a deafening blast, Ye Chuan's body was utterly obliterated.
......
......
[Adventure concluded. Retrievable items: 477]
[Due to prolonged survival, all tenants have received realm advancements]
[...]
Ye Chuan felt as if his body had sunk into quicksand, his consciousness fading further.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually regained awareness. Opening his eyes, he was met with a familiar ceiling—
"......"
Staring at the ceiling of his room, Ye Chuan instinctively touched his chest, where a phantom pain lingered.
"I thought I might make it out alive," he murmured, though deep down, he had never truly believed he could escape the Qingyun Sect unscathed. After all, a single physical attack was enough to finish him.
"Ugh..." Slowly sitting up, Ye Chuan's face was pale.
Compared to the deaths in text-based adventures, the full immersion of this experience made it feel as though he had genuinely died once.
"Next entry is in two weeks." He checked the revival timer for the Tianxuan Continent. Perhaps because he had reached the Golden Core realm, dying now required a two-week cooldown before resurrection.
"That old man... the Ancestor..."
Leaning back against the headboard, Ye Chuan felt dizzy and nauseous.
He sat there motionless for a full hour before finally recovering.
"Finally at late-stage Golden Core. Caught up to Qian Shuang's progress." He marveled at his rapid advancement before turning his attention to his spoils.
His inventory was packed with flying swords—likely part of the sect leader's collection.
"These are all high-quality." Ye Chuan examined them one by one. Most were at least mid-grade weapons, suggesting the sect leader had spent considerable time gathering them.
His gaze eventually settled on one particular sword—not the one Qin Tianya had wielded.
It must have been taken along when he stripped the man of his belongings.
[Item: Qingyun Sword (Gold)
Supreme-grade artifact
The ancestral sword of Qingyun Sect leaders. Doubles the effectiveness of Qingyun Sword techniques.]
A treasure indeed!
But what truly interested Ye Chuan wasn't the swords. Soon, he found an icon resembling a mirror.
[Item: Heavenly Water Divine Mirror (Red)
Peerless artifact
A divine relic capable of glimpsing past and future. Accidentally fell into Qingyun Sect's possession. Currently damaged.
Repairable.]
Peerless?!
"That stab was worth it—another peerless-grade item." Though unsure of its exact effects, anything involving time manipulation couldn’t be useless.
But repairing it...
"It’s unusable in this state. How do I fix it?"
After searching fruitlessly for repair methods, Ye Chuan stored it away and closed his eyes.
For now, sleep was the priority.
He was utterly exhausted.
The night passed without incident.
......
"Ye Chuan! I bwoke thwough!" A voice jolted him awake after what felt like an eternity. Something cold and soft pressed against him.
Opening his eyes, Ye Chuan was met with a pair of massive mounds nearly blocking his vision. Lan Xiaoke shook him vigorously. "Wake up, Ye Chuan! I think I’ve reached late-stage Foundation Establishment! I’m gonna break through!"
"Late-stage Foundation Establishment, huh?" Ye Chuan, still groggy, pulled Lan Xiaoke down and buried his face into her like a water pillow.
"Stop bothering me. Let me sleep."
Lan Xiaoke blinked, her cheeks flushing as he held her tightly. "I’m not a pillow, you know."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
