Ye Chuan's figure teleported back and forth among Mo Chen, Xuanfeng, and Chiyan.
Every time the demonic sword Bellana fell, it brought the agonizing pain of tearing at their divine souls. However, the divine souls of Tribulation Transcendence realm mighty figures were ultimately incredibly tyrannical.
Even though they were plagued by the negative effects of cognitive corruption, and even though Ye Chuan's demonic sword could directly strike their divine souls, the three of them still relied on their profound soul foundations to forcibly withstand it. As they dodged wretchedly, they could even occasionally counterattack once or twice.
Are the divine souls of the Tribulation Transcendence realm really this strong?
Ye Chuan gradually fell silent. Although the demonic sword's power to strike the divine soul was strong, facing the divine souls of three old monsters still required a lot of effort.
And the duration of his intangibility was about to pass.
This won't do. I need to single one out and beat him.
Ye Chuan took a look and found that Chiyan was the most severely injured. Since his weakness to physical attacks was already known to them anyway, he slashed directly at Chiyan!
Why are you only hacking at me?! Chiyan also noticed this and immediately glared.
Take a guess.
Ye Chuan tore at Elder Chiyan's divine soul time and time again, finally seizing an opening. Then, he ruthlessly thrust the demonic sword into the center of his brows, thoroughly shattering his already fragmented divine soul!
No—!
Elder Chiyan let out a final, mournful shriek as his divine soul completely dissipated into heaven and earth. Losing the support of his divine soul, his physical body instantly turned into a pile of flying ash, scattering with the wind.
Chiyan?!
Old Fire!
Xuanfeng and Mo Chen widened their eyes, finding it somewhat unbelievable that their old friend of thousands of years had perished just like that in a small place like the Yuxu Sect!!!!
Ye Chuan put away the demonic sword. Right at this moment, the translucent state surrounding his body suddenly faded, and his figure became solid once more—
The time for his intangibility was up.
I knew it!
Seeing this scene, Mo Chen was momentarily stunned. The fear and wretchedness originally on his face were instantly replaced by wild joy, and his eyes were filled with gloating.
Huang Haotian! I knew it! This bizarre ability of yours definitely couldn't last for long! Let's see how arrogant you can be now!
Xuanfeng also breathed a sigh of relief. The tension all over his body instantly dissipated, replaced by resentment and viciousness. He stared fixedly at Ye Chuan and said through gritted teeth:
That's right! Because of Chiyan's death, I will have your divine soul tortured for ten thousand years!
The psychology of the two underwent an earth-shattering change in an instant. The despair and fear of being chased and hacked at by Ye Chuan just a moment ago had all vanished into thin air, leaving only endless resentment.
They were certain that Ye Chuan's intangibility technique was his trump card. Now that his trump card was exhausted, and he had just slain Chiyan at a massive cost of energy, he definitely wouldn't be able to block their combined attack!
Brat, die!
Killing intent surged in Mo Chen's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he gave a low shout, and the ink-colored rainbow light around him surged again. Countless lustrous white spiritual swords once again soared into the air from his body—
This time, he used all his mana. The number of spiritual swords was even greater than before, and their might was even more intense. The densely packed spiritual swords blotted out the sky and the sun, and the sword qi tore through heaven and earth. It was several times more terrifying than the myriad swords returning to their origin from just now!
Spiritual Swords Destroying the World!
Mo Chen pointed his fingertip, and the countless spiritual swords all locked onto Ye Chuan. Carrying a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might, they shot ruthlessly toward Ye Chuan like a torrential downpour!
He had calculated perfectly. Ye Chuan no longer had his intangibility and was afraid of pure physical piercing. This time, he would definitely be able to pierce through him and scatter his soul!
Xuanfeng also attacked at the same time. The magical treasure spiritual whip in his hand tore through space and struck toward Ye Chuan!
However, facing the densely packed, unstoppable spiritual swords, Ye Chuan did not dodge in the slightest. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand.
Collect.
As his voice fell, a bizarre scene occurred.
Those spiritual swords carrying heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might all vanished. In almost the blink of an eye, it was as if they had never appeared at all.
Heaven and earth instantly fell into a dead silence.
Mo Chen maintained his posture of controlling the spiritual swords, his eyes wide open and his face full of disbelief. His mind went completely blank, leaving only one thought:
Wait, where are my spiritual swords?!
Xuanfeng also discovered that his spiritual whip had vanished along with them. Wh... what's going on?! Where are those spiritual swords?! Where is my Nine Souls Whip? They disappeared?!
Is... is this a spatial technique?!
Mo Chen finally came back to his senses. But even a top-tier spatial technique couldn't possibly lack the slightest spatial fluctuation. This is simply impossible!
His spiritual swords were all his natal spiritual swords, slowly nourished over a thousand years of cultivation, and were connected to his divine soul.
But just now, he could clearly feel the connection between himself and all the spiritual swords instantly being severed. Those spiritual swords were like stones sinking into the ocean; he could no longer sense the slightest aura from them!
This was simply not something a spatial technique could achieve!
Even if they were separated by ten thousand miles, he should still be able to sense the location of his spiritual swords!
Spatial techniques are pretty amazing, right? Ye Chuan silently glanced at the spiritual swords in his inventory.
Hmm...
It's full again. I'll trade them for points later.
Ye Chuan was indeed afraid of physical attacks, but he wasn't afraid of magical treasures.
Because with just a thought, Ye Chuan could use his inventory to directly confiscate those magical treasures.
This was considered a clever application; an ability meant for storage was being used by Ye Chuan as a defensive skill.
Xuanfeng stared fixedly at Ye Chuan. Huang Haotian, stop playing tricks! If you have the guts, fight us head-on!
Although he said this, his heart had long lost the confidence from a moment ago.
Ye Chuan's methods were too bizarre, exceeding all his understanding!
Ignoring spells, turning intangible against physical attacks, a demonic sword that slashed the divine soul, and now being able to confiscate magical treasures out of thin air—this young man was truly too terrifying. He simply wasn't someone they could contend with!
He had far too many methods! And they were completely unheard of!
Playing tricks? Fight head-on? Ye Chuan smiled. Does you guys coming over to gang up on me count as a head-on fight?
He silently glanced at the flying ships not far away. His avatars had already boarded the flying ships. There were almost no body cultivators among those cultivators, and facing avatars that ignored spells, they simply couldn't hold their ground!
Della was already smashing those flying ships to pieces, hammering away relentlessly blow after blow.
Della, leave the flying ships intact. These things are expensive.
Hearing this, the flames in Della's eyes burned fiercely, and she took her giant hammer, which was dozens of meters tall, to go smash those cultivators instead.
Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes falling on Xuanfeng and Mo Chen not far away. The so-called Wutong Holy Land is nothing more than this in my eyes, huh?
Arrogant!
Come, I'll give you a chance to fight me head-on. Ye Chuan raised his demonic sword. As time passed, the two opponents had been almost completely eroded by the cognitive corruption, while on Ye Chuan's side, he had been constantly stacking buffs.
With one weakening and the other growing, Ye Chuan's strength was actually becoming stronger and stronger.
Hmph. Mo Chen once again took out a magical treasure spiritual sword, and Xuanfeng did the same.
But this time, the two of them noticed something was wrong.
Because—
The surrounding wind seemed a bit chilly.
Mo Chen and Xuanfeng looked down, only to see themselves stripped as bare as plucked white chickens in the wind.
My...
Where are my clothes?!!!!!
Ye Chuan silently glanced at the extra robes that had appeared in his inventory space. In the next second, he teleported right next to them, taking out a new sword to pair with the demonic sword, one ethereal and one solid!
Eat my sword.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
