Yuyu quickly nodded, flicking her tail to hide behind a massive reef, only peeking out with half her head as she nervously watched the scene unfold.
"It's... it's gonna be a fight."
The serpentine shadow finally revealed its full form—a colossal snake over five hundred zhang long, its scales etched with ancient patterns. A pair of small fleshy protrusions crowned its head, a clear sign it was on the verge of transforming into a flood dragon.
Its crimson eyes locked onto Ye Chuan, and its maw gaped open, revealing rows of needle-like fangs. "Brat, you dare kill in my domain? Today, you’ll learn what it feels like to be devoured by ten thousand serpents!"
With that, the giant snake lunged, its body churning the surrounding seawater into a swirling vortex spanning thousands of zhang. Countless toxic water arrows shot toward Ye Chuan from the whirlpool.
"Is this all a Dao Comprehension cultivator can do?" Ye Chuan scoffed, teleporting away from the vortex. With a swing of his spirit sword, countless sword energies surged forth, forming a torrent of spiritual power that slashed toward the serpent.
The snake’s eyes flashed with disdain as it whipped its tail, summoning a watery barrier to block the attack. "Fool!"
Chanting under its breath, the serpent caused the surrounding waters to boil. Dozens of spectral green snake phantoms emerged, swarming Ye Chuan from all directions.
Unfazed, Ye Chuan continued weaving his sword, slicing through the phantoms with precise strikes. Simultaneously, he teleported above the serpent’s head, channeling spiritual power into his blade before delivering a devastating slash toward the fleshy protrusions—its weak point.
"You seek death!" The serpent, caught off guard by Ye Chuan’s speed, barely raised its horns to block.
A deafening clash erupted, sparks flying as the serpent was forced back several zhang. A gash split open on its protrusions, oozing black blood.
"A mere Spirit Manifestation human cultivator... actually wounded me?!" The serpent seethed, its killing intent intensifying.
It abruptly spat a beam of destructive green light, lancing toward Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan stood motionless, allowing the beam to strike him—only for the attack to be completely absorbed by his Indestructible Chaos Body, vanishing without a trace.
"What?!" The serpent recoiled in shock. Even Dao Comprehension cultivators wouldn’t dare take that attack head-on, yet this Spirit Manifestation human had nullified it effortlessly.
Impossible!
This had to be a joke!
Ye Chuan teleported behind the serpent in an instant, his sword aiming for its vital spot once more.
The serpent writhed in agony, thrashing violently to shake him off.
The battle between man and serpent turned the seabed into a turbid battlefield, reefs shattering under the force of their clashes.
From a distance, Yuyu watched with bated breath, her tiny fists clenched in worry for Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan only grew fiercer, realizing that while the serpent’s cultivation surpassed his, its speed and agility fell short. Exploiting his teleportation, he relentlessly ambushed the beast, his sword leaving countless wounds across its body.
"Foolish human, do you even have enough spiritual power to last in the Demon Sea?" The serpent’s eyes gleamed with cunning.
Most cultivators expended energy resisting the demonic miasma here, while sea-dwelling demons like itself thrived in their home terrain. Many powerful humans had been worn down and slaughtered in these very waters by weaker demons.
"Enough spiritual power?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting you can outlast me?"
"Hah! Whatever freakish physique lets you fight me toe-to-toe won’t save you. In half an hour, you’ll be drained dry!" The serpent sneered, confident in its assessment.
Ye Chuan burst out laughing.
The serpent’s massive eyes narrowed. "What’s so funny?"
"You ask me that?" Ye Chuan sheathed his sword, his aura skyrocketing.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I haven’t even used a tenth of my strength yet. Hell, I haven’t even bothered with techniques."
The serpent stiffened. "You—you’re lying! A Spirit Manifestation cultivator, holding back against a higher realm?!"
"I just needed a Dao Comprehension punching bag." Ye Chuan crooked a finger.
"Killing you? One move is enough."
"Arrogant worm! I’ll make you regret those words!" Enraged, the serpent unleashed its full Dao Comprehension aura, shaking the abyssal depths.
"Die!"
It spat another beam—this one magnitudes more devastating than before.
Yet Ye Chuan merely lifted a hand.
"Primordial Surge—"
A pale gray beam erupted, colliding with the green light. But instead of an explosion, the gray energy disintegrated the attack entirely before engulfing the serpent.
"N-no! This can’t—!"
The serpent shrieked as its body began dissolving under the beam’s power, movements slowing to a crawl.
Seizing the moment, Ye Chuan teleported before it, sword flashing. A single slash—and the serpent’s head tumbled free.
Its fleeing soul was promptly captured by Ye Chuan’s Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
[Dao Comprehension soul absorbed. Banner’s attributes +100%.]
The banner’s crimson glow intensified, its power surging once more.
Ye Chuan stowed it away, musing to himself.
Am I... too strong?
Wait, no—it’s Lilith’s buffs that are broken. Infinite mana plus percentage-based true damage?
Terrifying.
Shaking off the thought, he waved at Yuyu behind the reef. "Oi, let’s go."
Yuyu darted out, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "You’re amazing, Savior! You even beat a Dao Comprehension serpent! That was one of the Serpentfolk’s elders!"
So cool!
Ye Chuan shrugged. "It was alright. Are there stronger Serpentfolk?"
"Um... I dunno, but I think they have beings way beyond Dao Comprehension?" Yuyu tapped her chin, tail swishing thoughtfully.
"Way beyond?" Ye Chuan pondered briefly. "Whatever. Onward."
"Okay!"
The two continued toward the Merfolk territory, with Yuyu playing tour guide, pointing out bizarre sea flora and glowing jellyfish drifting past.
"Savior, look! Those are glow-weeds. They shine brighter at night—we Merfolk use them to light our way!"
Her tail flicked as she twirled around a translucent seaweed, her scales scattering flecks of light in the dark waters.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?!
