"Ah, aside from the teleportation array, the only other way is to cross the Endless Demon Sea," Elder Lingxu sighed, his tone laced with helplessness.
"As I mentioned yesterday, the Endless Demon Sea is far too perilous. Not only does it house powerful demonic beasts, but it’s also filled with miasma that corrodes the soul. Even Dao Comprehension experts wouldn’t dare venture through recklessly—most would likely perish midway, either from encountering formidable foes or exhausting their spiritual energy."
"Exhausting spiritual energy?" Ye Chuan mused upon hearing this.
What did that mean? If he wasn’t afraid of spiritual energy depletion, could he cross this so-called Endless Demon Sea?
"Indeed," Elder Lingxu nodded.
"The spiritual energy within the Endless Demon Sea is tainted with lethal toxins. Ordinary cultivators can’t absorb it to replenish themselves—only those demonic creatures naturally resistant to the demonic miasma can survive there."
"Without sufficient spirit stones to sustain oneself, attempting to traverse the Endless Demon Sea would be as difficult as scaling the heavens."
"What if—hypothetically—someone could teleport hundreds of miles and had infinite spiritual energy? Would that allow them to cross?" Ye Chuan glanced at Elder Lingxu and asked calmly.
"Ahaha, young friend, you jest," Elder Lingxu chuckled dryly, clearly amused by Ye Chuan’s words.
"If one truly possessed such godly abilities, not only could they cross the Endless Demon Sea, they could dominate the entire cultivation world without breaking a sweat."
"But in this world, where does one find a cultivator with infinite spiritual energy? Even those ancient monsters who’ve lived for tens of thousands of years couldn’t achieve such a feat."
"Hmm, then it’s settled." Ye Chuan gave a soft hum, as if he’d already made up his mind.
"…?" Elder Lingxu froze, his face blank with shock.
What did that mean?
Did he actually intend to take the Endless Demon Sea route?
That was a land of death even Dao Comprehension experts feared to tread!
Elder Lingxu opened his mouth, wanting to dissuade Ye Chuan further, but seeing the unwavering determination in his eyes, he swallowed his words.
Fine. If he wanted to go, let him. A young master like this was better left alone—his Phoenix Feather Sect couldn’t afford to provoke him.
"Where is the Endless Demon Sea located?" Ye Chuan inquired.
"It’s not far from here," Elder Lingxu replied. Seeing his resolve, he hesitated for a moment before retrieving a cyan jade pendant from his robes and handing it over.
"Young friend, this is my protective talisman. It can mitigate some of the demonic miasma’s effects—perhaps it’ll help you survive the ordeal."
Though wary of Ye Chuan, he couldn’t bear to see such a prodigy perish in the demonic sea.
Ye Chuan paused, giving the elder a long look.
Elder Lingxu coughed lightly. "We are both from the Donghua Divine Continent, after all."
"Thank you." Ye Chuan smiled.
[Item: Cyan Jade Pendant
Reduces the effects of negative statuses. Seems to be one of Elder Lingxu’s treasured possessions.]
Before setting off, Ye Chuan made sure to thoroughly loot the Liu family’s treasury, stuffing all the spirit stones, spirit crystals, cultivation manuals, and magical artifacts into his spatial storage. After filtering out the useless items and exchanging them for points, he ended up with a substantial reward.
"Not bad at all. With this many spirit stones, spirit crystals, and points, I’d say I’ve made a small fortune."
Ye Chuan briefly organized his spoils.
Having absorbed the souls of the entire Liu family, his amplification effects had skyrocketed by over tenfold. Given his already formidable base stats, even a single percentage increase was significant.
The spirit stones and crystals totaled in the tens of millions—Ye Chuan hadn’t bothered counting precisely. As for the manuals and artifacts, they were mediocre at best, so he’d exchanged them all for points.
"That should do it."
Ye Chuan glanced at the distant horizon, then turned back to Elder Lingxu. "Well then, Elder, farewell."
"Take care," Elder Lingxu said.
With everything prepared, Ye Chuan transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky, speeding toward the Endless Demon Sea.
Within a few breaths, he’d already traveled thousands of miles. Elder Lingxu stood amidst the ruins, staring blankly at the direction he’d vanished. "That… was spatial movement?"
……
"Qian Shuang, wait for me."
Ye Chuan continued using spatial jumps, but soon, a wave of dizziness struck him.
His spiritual energy might be infinite, but his mental energy wasn’t.
Consecutive spatial jumps were a tremendous strain on his psyche. Even with Ke Ning’s mental amplification, pushing himself this hard was taking its toll.
"Buzz—"
Ye Chuan steadied himself midair and rummaged through his spatial storage before pulling out a Soul-Nourishing Pill and tossing it into his mouth.
One didn’t seem enough, so he poured an entire bottle into his mouth, chewing them like candy.
"Mm… bitter. Bleh."
In the distance, however, he could already see a fog-shrouded expanse and a black coastline.
His divine sense couldn’t penetrate the mist, preventing further spatial jumps.
"Is that… the Endless Demon Sea?"
Ye Chuan flew closer, arriving at the edge of the Endless Demon Sea.
An endless black sea stretched to the horizon like spilled ink, its dark waves crashing against the void. The spray dissolved midair into wisps of black mist.
Above the sea hung thick, cotton-like gray-black miasma, blotting out the sunlight entirely. Only faint, sickly glimmers seeped through the gaps, casting an eerie, flickering glow on the water.
"Fitting name," Ye Chuan muttered. This environment…
Hm?
He suddenly recalled Bai Qianshuang’s memories—in them, the sea had been blood-red.
Compared to that, this black demon sea seemed slightly more tolerable.
"So this is the toxic miasma?"
The thick, tangible fumes carried a stench of decay and blood. A single breath sent a sharp pain through his soul.
"Plenty of monsters here, no doubt. With this environment, even my divine sense can’t penetrate…"
In the distance, massive shadows occasionally flickered beneath the waves—demonic sea beasts lurking in the depths. Now and then, a black mountain-like fin breached the surface before vanishing again, leaving only eerie ripples in its wake.
Giant creatures…?
Further into the miasma, distorted silhouettes flickered, as if illusions conjured by the fumes—or perhaps demonic entities lying in wait.
"If I can’t teleport, I’ll just fly through."
Without hesitation, Ye Chuan stepped into the mist. Instantly, the thick fog enveloped him completely.
His Primordial Immortal Body activated, devouring the invasive toxins and miasma effortlessly. They couldn’t affect him in the slightest.
"Pathetic."
Ye Chuan began flying forward.
But he hadn’t gone far when a powerful suction force erupted from the sea. Countless black, mucus-coated tentacles shot up, aiming to ensnare him!
"Demonic creatures?" Ye Chuan looked down coldly. "Then die here."
He raised a hand.
"Primordial Surge—"
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.”
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
