Crack!
A crisp shattering sound suddenly rang out as Su Yao ruthlessly crushed the translucent white jade pendant in her hand.
The moment the jade pendant exploded, a blinding pillar of golden light shot up into the sky, instantly tearing the entire heavens apart!
The originally clear firmament suddenly churned. Winds and clouds rolled backward, and the sun and moon lost their light. A terrifying coercive pressure that transcended the rules of heaven and earth poured down from the pillar of light like the collapse of the nine heavens, enveloping an area of ten thousand miles!
This coercive pressure was in a completely different dimension from the Tribulation Transcendence realm!
No matter how strong the pressure of the Tribulation Transcendence realm was, it only mobilized the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, this aura directly controlled the rules of heaven and earth!
The surrounding space completely solidified, spiritual energy was tightly locked, and even time seemed to slow down.
Below, whether it was the disciples of the Wutong Sacred Land, or the cultivators of the Yuxu Sect and the Absolute Beginning Sacred Land, everyone was ruthlessly pressed to the ground by this pressure. Their legs bent uncontrollably, their bones creaking under the overwhelming weight, and they didn't even have the courage to lift their heads.
Mo Chen and Xuan Feng instantly knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the earth. Not daring to breathe heavily, they shouted with trembling voices:
Respectfully welcoming the Patriarch!
Su Yao's eyes also turned red. She bowed deeply toward the pillar of light, her voice thick with tears:
Patriarch! I beg you to seek justice for the Wutong Sacred Land! Avenge the dead elders and disciples!
Even Ji Lingxuan on the distant flying ship turned deathly pale. She had to push her spiritual power to its absolute limits just to barely resist the pressure and keep herself from kneeling.
Beside her, Elder Ling and Elder Zhao were already trembling all over, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads, their eyes filled with extreme awe and terror.
Ascension realm... Is this the power of the Ascension realm? Just a wisp of aura is actually terrifying to such an extent...
A chasm! This is the insurmountable chasm between the Tribulation Transcendence realm and the Ascension realm!
Within the pillar of light, an aged phantom slowly condensed.
It was a white-haired old man wearing a golden robe embroidered with parasol tree patterns. His face was ancient, his eyes closed, and faint golden Dao principles lingered around his body.
Even if it was just a phantom condensed from a wisp of aura, it was still as majestic as an eternal divine mountain. Every breath he took caused the rules of heaven and earth to tremble along with it.
He merely stood there quietly, yet the spiritual energy of the entire world submitted to him. Even the chaotic black mist around Ye Chuan involuntarily surged violently under this pressure.
For the first time, Ye Chuan's brows furrowed tightly.
Just a single wisp of an Ascension realm aura caused his Chaotic Indestructible Body to automatically operate at its peak, and the spiritual power within his body was slightly trembling.
This is the Ascension realm?
Just a wisp of aura from a remnant soul was countless times stronger than the combined might of four Tribulation Transcendence realm elders. It was like an uncrossable ravine.
The Ascension realm was equivalent to an earthly immortal; Ye Chuan only now had a rough concept of it.
It was indeed very strong.
Speaking of which, could this thing be sucked into the Human Emperor Banner?
The old man slowly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his gaze, only the indifference of looking down upon all living beings. His eyes swept over the kneeling Su Yao and the elders as he spoke faintly, his voice seeming to come from eons ago:
Yao'er, speak.
Patriarch! Su Yao immediately replied.
This boy, Huang Haotian, killed a Tribulation Transcendence realm elder and hundreds of core disciples of our Sacred Land. He ruined our Sacred Land's reputation and even threatened to trample the Wutong Sacred Land flat! I beg the Patriarch to take action, slay this villain, and protect our Sacred Land's legacy!
The old man's gaze finally fell upon Ye Chuan.
That gaze was calm and rippleless, yet it seemed able to pierce through the soul and see through the past and future. However, as his gaze swept over Ye Chuan's body, his brows slowly furrowed, and his tone carried a trace of imperceptible doubt:
Hmm? Strange... I actually cannot see through you.
When did a figure like you appear on the Profound Sky Continent? Your physique, your cultivation method, your soul, none of them are within the rules of this realm. Who exactly are you?
Ye Chuan suppressed the shock in his heart and said indifferently, Who I am, you are not worthy to know.
As soon as these words came out, the entire scene fell dead silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Ji Lingxuan gasped. That was the Ascension realm Patriarch of the Wutong Sacred Land!
The most pinnacle existence on the Profound Sky Continent! Ye Chuan actually dared to speak to him like that?!
Mo Chen and Xuan Feng were frightened out of their wits and roared:
Huang Haotian! You are presumptuous! How dare you disrespect the Patriarch! You are courting death!
The old man's expression instantly turned cold.
The golden Dao principles around his body suddenly surged, and the coercive pressure multiplied several times over. The entire world began to tremble violently, and the ground cracked open with densely packed ravines.
Presumptuous!
The old man's voice carried anger, exploding like a clap of thunder. My Wutong Sacred Land has a legacy of one hundred and twenty thousand years. It is an orthodox Sacred Land of the Profound Sky Continent!
You, a mere junior, slaughter the innocent, commit boundless sins of murder, and disrupt the order of the Eastern Brilliance Divine State. Yet you still dare to spout arrogant words at me. You truly have no regard for law and heaven!
He looked down at Ye Chuan from above, his tone carrying an unquestionable arrogance, as if pronouncing the life or death of an ant:
Considering that your cultivation was not easy and that you possess extraordinary talent, I will give you a chance.
Hand over your cultivation methods and secret techniques, surrender without resistance, and follow me back to the Wutong Sacred Land to receive punishment.
If you do so, I can spare your life, leaving you a wisp of a remnant soul to enter our Sacred Land's Repentance Cliff to face the wall for ten thousand years. Otherwise, today, I will destroy your body and soul, ensuring you never reincarnate for all eternity!
In his eyes, his willingness to give a chance was already a monumental blessing.
Crippling one's own cultivation and handing over the origin of one's cultivation methods was, in his view, the greatest leniency toward Ye Chuan.
But when Ye Chuan heard this, it was as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and he laughed out loud right there.
Old thing, did your brain go stupid from being in secluded cultivation?
Ye Chuan stopped laughing, his eyes suddenly turning icy cold as he pointed at the old man's phantom.
Sins of murder? When the people of your Wutong Sacred Land marched grandly to the gates of my Yuxu Sect, shouting about trampling the sect and leaving neither man nor beast alive, why didn't you come out and talk about sins of murder? Now that they can't win, they call you, this old thing, out to pretend to be a saint?
After passing down a legacy for so many years, you just taught a bunch of trash who call for backup when they can't win? You've completely thrown away your face!
And you want me to cripple my own cultivation? Hand over my cultivation methods? I think you've lived too long and become a senile fool! Let alone the fact that you're just a wisp of a remnant soul phantom, even if your true body came in person, if you want to touch me, you'd have to see if you have the teeth for it!
The chaotic power around Ye Chuan instantly surged, forcefully withstanding the old man's Ascension realm pressure. The demonic sword Beiyana suddenly appeared in his hand. The power of the soul on the blade churned madly, pointing straight at the old man's phantom in midair.
Everyone present was scared out of their wits by Ye Chuan's words.
Arrogant!
Truly too arrogant!
He actually dared to say such things to the face of an Ascension realm Patriarch!
He actually dared to challenge the Ascension realm!
The golden Dao principles on the old man's phantom flickered madly, and the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed:
Good! What a junior who does not know the immensity of heaven and earth! I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years and have never seen such an arrogant fool as you!
Die!

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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?!