Three figures stood suspended in mid-air, their robes fluttering without any wind. Iridescent light flowed around them, and a terrifying pressure descended like a physical weight. They were the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures leading the expedition from the Wutong Sacred Land.
The person on the left wore a crimson and black robe. Though his face was aged, his eyes burned like torches. Searing fluctuations of spiritual energy lingered around him. This was Elder Chiyan, who oversaw the Sacred Land's punishments and possessed the most fiery temper.
The person in the middle was dressed in an ink-black Daoist robe, his expression indifferent. His aura was as heavy as a mountain. He was Elder Mochen, a veteran powerhouse who had lived in seclusion in the Sacred Land for many years.
The person on the right had a gaunt figure and wore a gray robe. Eerie purple light twisted around his fingertips. This was Elder Xuanfeng, a master of various mystical arts.
Every Tribulation Transcendence realm expert was a renowned figure on the Profound Sky Continent. After all, only Sacred Lands could possess powerhouses of such a caliber.
The three of them swept their divine sense outward, instantly enveloping the entire mountain peak of the Yuxu Sect. They frowned slightly but didn't take it to heart—
They clearly sensed that apart from the few people before them, there were no other auras left within the Yuxu Sect. Evidently, most of the people had already evacuated.
"Quite clever, knowing to dismiss the disciples ahead of time."
Elder Chiyan sneered, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong. His gaze locked onto Ye Chuan, brimming with killing intent.
"But it's useless. Huang Haotian, since you are still here, you won't be able to escape today even if you had wings! We have come solely to take your wretched life and seize the secret realm key. As for those fleeing ants, we will settle the score with them later!"
From beginning to end, their only target was Ye Chuan—
In the eyes of the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures, the disciples and elders of the Yuxu Sect were nothing but ants. Only by slaying Huang Haotian and seizing the secret realm key could they complete their mission and appease the wrath of the Sacred Land.
Hearing this, Ye Chuan stood with his hands behind his back. His pitch-black eyes swept over the three of them, and a mocking smile curled on his lips:
"My, my, what a grand lineup. The Wutong Sacred Land is truly wealthy and imposing, actually sending out three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures all at once just to deal with someone from my little sect. If word gets out, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the other Sacred Lands?"
"So weak."
"Laughed at?" Elder Mochen's eyes turned cold, his tone biting and icy.
"You slew three of our Sacred Land's Mahayana realm elders and humiliated our Sacred Land. Today, it is only natural and justified for us to flatten the Yuxu Sect and execute an arrogant fool like you!"
"Huang Haotian, if you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the secret realm key and cripple your own cultivation. Perhaps this venerable one will leave you with an intact corpse!"
"Cripple my cultivation? Hand over the key?" Ye Chuan acted as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Aren't you overestimating yourselves a bit too much? Just the three of you, you think you're worthy of making me do that?"
"Arrogant and conceited!" Elder Xuanfeng finally spoke, his voice sinister as the purple light around him grew denser.
"Huang Haotian, do you really think that with just the few people beside you, you can withstand the army of my Wutong Sacred Land? That you can contend against the three of us in the Tribulation Transcendence realm? Let me tell you, even if the people from the Taichu Sacred Land came today, they wouldn't be able to save you!"
In their eyes, Ye Chuan's confidence might have stemmed from the Taichu Sacred Land. After all, they had found out that Ye Chuan had deep ties with them.
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept over the densely packed disciples of the Wutong Sacred Land below, and he merely shook his head:
"Contend against you? It might be a little troublesome, but to say I can withstand this so-called army of yours, well, that's not hard at all."
He paused and continued, "When high-level cultivators clash, the number of low-level cultivators has never held any meaning."
"Let alone the people you brought, even if there were twice as many, they would just be here to throw their lives away—of course, that statement includes the three of you as well."
"Insolent!"
Before his words even faded, the disciples of the Wutong Sacred Land instantly exploded in an uproar, angry shouts rising one after another.
The weakest among these accompanying disciples were at the Spirit Transformation realm, and there was no lack of Dao Comprehension realm experts among them!
Outside, many of them were sect masters and elders of small and medium-sized sects, revered and respected by others. When had they ever been so belittled?
From Ye Chuan's mouth, they had actually become meaningless ants who were only fit to throw their lives away!
"This Huang Haotian is too arrogant! How dare he insult us like this!"
"The Holy Maiden has ordered to slay this beast and leave no one alive! We request to do battle and butcher him right now!"
"He dares to look down on the experts of our Wutong Sacred Land. Today, we must thoroughly destroy his soul, grind his bones, and scatter his ashes!"
The disciples all glared with wide eyes, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. They tightly gripped their magical artifacts, itching to charge forward immediately and tear Ye Chuan into ten thousand pieces.
The faces of the three Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures also thoroughly darkened. The pressure around them grew even more terrifying. Elder Chiyan shouted angrily, the killing intent in his eyes surging:
"What an arrogant Huang Haotian! Today, this venerable one will let you witness the power of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, so you can die understanding why!"
Saying that, Elder Chiyan prepared to strike. The crimson iridescent light around him flared up, and searing flame power gathered as the temperature between heaven and earth instantly skyrocketed!
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan slowly raised his hand. A cold smile curled on his lips, and his tone was indifferent:
"What's the rush? It's not like you're the only ones with people."
As his voice fell, dense black chaotic power suddenly erupted around Ye Chuan. The chaotic power surged and churned, sweeping across the entire mountain peak like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky and the sun.
Immediately after, figures condensed from the chaotic power—each surrounded by an aura equal to Ye Chuan's, all at the peak of the Dao Comprehension realm!
One, two, three... A full hundreds of chaotic avatars were formed in the blink of an eye, neatly lining up behind Ye Chuan.
There were animals, armored giants, and the shadows of various bizarre monsters that Ye Chuan had once subdued. Chaotic power intertwined around them, forming a black canopy in the sky. Their imposing manner was majestic, not losing out in the slightest to the army of the Wutong Sacred Land!
Ye Chuan turned his head and looked at Bai Qianshuang and the several Dao Comprehension realm elders behind him.
"Qianshuang, and elders, step back a bit. I can resolve the matters here alone; there is no need for you to intervene."
Although Bai Qianshuang was already at the Mahayana realm, they were facing the Tribulation Transcendence realm, after all. Ye Chuan was afraid that Bai Qianshuang might lose her life here.
As for those elders, their role was more or less just to warm up the crowd.
Bai Qianshuang looked at the hundreds of chaotic avatars with terrifying auras behind Ye Chuan. A trace of shock flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded, speaking softly:
"Ye Chuan, be careful."
The elders also bowed one after another, their tone firm: "We obey the Grandmaster's orders!"
They also knew clearly that they couldn't be of much help.
After speaking, Bai Qianshuang led the elders and slowly retreated far behind Ye Chuan.
Meanwhile, on the Wutong Sacred Land's side, seeing the hundreds of avatars surrounding Ye Chuan, they seemed to realize that something was amiss.
"Are you ready to dance?" Ye Chuan grasped at the empty air, and the demonic sword Beiyana appeared in his hand.
"Cognitive Contamination, Domain Expansion."
The next moment, an invisible power spread outward, enveloping everyone from the Wutong Sacred Land.
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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.
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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.”
