"Empress..." The unfamiliar term made Bai Qianshuang hesitate for a moment.
"Luo Xuan Empress?" Ye Chuan, standing beside her, was momentarily stunned. For some reason, the name carried an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Common folk only know of the ten realms of cultivation—Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Crystallization, Golden Core... Enlightenment, Great Ascension, Tribulation Transcendence, and Ascension..." Su Qinghan spoke calmly,
"But none know what lies beyond Ascension."
"And the Luo Xuan Empress is the supreme sovereign who stands above even those who have ascended."
"The Jade Void Sect was once a celestial-born immortal clan... but due to certain circumstances, it has declined to this state." Su Qinghan continued, "Though we have inherited legacies spanning countless millennia, we descendants no longer remember the events of those ancient times."
"Yet, we still preserve the inheritance of the Luo Xuan Empress."
"And this is the Jade Void Sect’s greatest secret."
As Su Qinghan finished speaking, she raised her hand and lightly waved her sleeve, sending ripples of pale gold spreading outward. The ripples ignored spatial barriers, instantly expanding across the entire dome of the secret realm.
The starlight embedded in the icy jade suddenly brightened, and countless thin strands of light rained down from the dome like a meteor shower, converging in her palm and gradually condensing into a radiant seal roughly three feet in size.
The moment the seal appeared, the temperature of the entire secret realm plummeted, as though space itself had frozen. Spiderweb-like patterns of frost spread across the jade floor, each vein shimmering with ancient runes.
The seal’s base was a deep, dark blue—like a compressed galaxy—while its surface swirled with layers of golden patterns. These patterns did not form ordinary runes but instead outlined the faint silhouette of a woman.
The figure wore an imperial robe adorned with frost motifs and a crown hung with dangling pearls. Though her face was indistinct, an aura of overwhelming majesty radiated from her, as though a mere lift of her hand could freeze the sun, moon, and stars.
The moment the silhouette appeared, her gaze fell upon Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang—so piercing it felt as though it could freeze their very souls.
Yet, for some reason, the phantom lingered a moment longer on Ye Chuan.
"This is the inheritance of the Luo Xuan Empress. For ten thousand years, no one has succeeded in inheriting its power."
Su Qinghan’s voice carried reverence, her spectral form slightly distorted under the seal’s oppressive might. "But Qianshuang, you are different. You are the Jade Void Sect’s last Holy Maiden, the favored child of Heaven’s Dao, and the master of the Innate Dao Body."
"Without question, you are the most gifted disciple the sect has seen in all these years."
Bai Qianshuang stared at the seal. The aura emanating from it felt like the very origin of all frost power, causing the spiritual sword in her hand to tremble uncontrollably, humming as if in worship.
Su Qinghan’s remnant gaze rested on her, filled with expectation.
"Will you accept it?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Qianshuang tightened her grip on her sword and stepped forward.
"For the Jade Void Sect, for my master, for all those who have perished—I will!"
Ye Chuan stood silently to the side. Faced with this situation, he knew he could not make this decision for her.
He could sense the terrifying power within the seal—far surpassing any realm he had ever encountered. Even its residual pressure weighed heavily on his soul. Just this alone would drive the cultivators of the Tianxuan Continent to madness.
"Good." Su Qinghan’s remnant nodded and pushed the seal toward Bai Qianshuang.
The seal rotated slowly in midair, its golden patterns growing increasingly radiant. The woman’s silhouette became clearer, the frost motifs on her robe flowing as though alive.
The moment the seal touched Bai Qianshuang’s forehead, she let out a muffled groan, her body shuddering violently.
Countless strands of gold and dark blue light surged from the seal into her brow, coursing wildly through her meridians.
The light carried an extreme coldness, yet it also contained an overbearing immortal essence. Wherever it passed, her meridians were forcibly expanded, her spiritual energy shattered and then purified, reforged into something far more potent.
The violent impact on her soul caused blood to seep from Bai Qianshuang’s seven orifices, yet she clenched her teeth, refusing to yield.
Ye Chuan watched with aching heart but did not interfere, silently standing guard.
An immeasurable time later, the seal’s glow began to fade, its golden patterns dimming. The woman’s silhouette dissolved back into threads of light, merging into Bai Qianshuang’s body.
Just as the final wisp entered her brow, Ye Chuan faintly heard a sigh—then, with a resonant hum, the seal shattered into motes of light, vanishing into the secret realm.
Bai Qianshuang slowly opened her eyes, a fleeting glimmer of gold and dark blue flashing within them before settling into calm.
Her aura had transformed entirely. Having broken through from Half-Step Enlightenment to full Enlightenment, her ice-attribute spiritual energy had condensed further, now carrying a faint trace of immortal essence.
She flicked her wrist, releasing a pale blue sword beam. Where it passed, space froze into a hairline fracture before slowly mending.
Her body swayed unsteadily.
"Qianshuang!" Ye Chuan rushed forward, catching her before she could collapse.
Bai Qianshuang smiled weakly. "Ye Chuan... I succeeded..."
Su Qinghan’s remnant gazed at her with a gratified smile, her form growing fainter.
"You have not disappointed me, Qianshuang. From now on, the path is yours to walk... Remember, inheritance is not just power—it is responsibility."
"The Jade Void Sect..."
"...is yours."
With those final words, the remnant dissipated entirely, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
Bai Qianshuang stood motionless for a long moment before dropping to her knees and kowtowing three times in the direction where Su Qinghan had vanished.
"The inheritance of an Empress... quite something," Ye Chuan remarked from the side.
Bai Qianshuang rose slowly, silent, her gaze fixed on her palm.
"You’ve reached Enlightenment. Any changes?" Ye Chuan asked.
"My body and soul have been tempered, and I’ve acquired a legacy cultivation method..." she murmured. "The Luo Xuan Empress was the supreme sovereign of ice-attribute power."
"Freezing time and space... incredibly strong..."
As the master of the Innate Dao Body, Bai Qianshuang could wield spiritual energy of all attributes, making her perfectly suited to inherit this ice-based legacy.
"Ice attribute, huh? Just like Luo Xi," Ye Chuan chuckled. "No matter. When Luo Xi trains later, see if you can teach her some of this legacy too."
"If she’s willing," Bai Qianshuang replied softly.
She had no intention of hoarding this inheritance. If possible...
Even Lan Xiaoke could share in it.
After all, she too was part of the Jade Void Sect.
Though Bai Qianshuang doubted Lan Xiaoke would be interested in learning it...
"Let’s go." Ye Chuan glanced around. Perhaps because Bai Qianshuang had inherited the legacy, the surrounding light was dimming rapidly, as though drained of energy.
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!
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)
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.
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?!
