The Wutong Holy Land, a top-tier sanctuary in the Beihua Divine Continent with a legacy spanning ten thousand years, was now shrouded in a lingering, deathly silence.
Ever since Holy Maiden Su Yao led four Tribulation Crossing Realm elders out in full force, only a few short days had passed before the Life Tablet Hall received one piece of bad news after another.
From top to bottom, the entire Holy Land was in a state of panic.
The few remaining elders guarded the Life Tablet Hall day and night. They stared at Holy Maiden Su Yao's life tablet—which was still lit but had dimmed to the absolute extreme—not even daring to breathe too loudly.
Everyone knew that the Holy Land had completely and utterly fallen this time. Their ten-thousand-year legacy had never suffered such a devastating blow.
Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Holy Land, the core of Wutong, a secluded cultivation realm protected by ancient formations was experiencing an earth-shattering disturbance.
Inside the secret realm, there were no unnecessary furnishings, only an Innate Ancient Wutong Tree that stood a thousand zhang tall. Sitting cross-legged on its trunk was a white-haired old man.
The old man wore a simple Daoist robe. His hair and beard were completely white, and his face was ancient and weathered. His eyes were tightly shut, and faint golden Daoist principles lingered around him. Every breath he took caused the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to rise and fall like the tide.
He was the founding patriarch of the Wutong Holy Land, Perfected Wucang—one of the few surviving Ascension Realm almighty experts on the Tianxuan Continent, and the true foundation that allowed the Wutong Holy Land to stand tall for ten thousand years.
He had been in secluded meditation here for thirty thousand years. With his lifespan nearing its end, he was charging at the final threshold to ascend to the upper realm. His divine soul had long since merged with heaven and earth. Unless an event occurred that threatened the very foundation of the Holy Land, he would absolutely not stir.
But on this day, Perfected Wucang's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!
Boom!
Two rays of golden divine light shot out from his eyes, instantly tearing through the secret realm's layers of formation patterns and piercing straight into the nine heavens!
He clearly sensed that the wisp of aura connected to his own divine soul had been forcibly devoured and crushed by someone, leaving not even a trace of a remnant soul mark behind!
Who is it!!!
The ancient voice, carrying monstrous rage, exploded within the secret realm. The entire Innate Ancient Wutong Tree trembled madly, and thousands of wutong leaves let out sharp shrieks in unison. The spiritual energy across the entire Wutong Holy Land instantly became violent!
Perfected Wucang formed hand seals, and the power of his divine soul instantly unfurled, covering the entire Donghua Divine Continent. Following the trajectory of that dissipating aura, he traced back everything that had happened.
Scenes flashed rapidly before his eyes: Ye Chuan obliterating a Tribulation Crossing Realm elder with a single punch, devouring his remnant soul aura, forcefully resisting his Ascension Realm Daoist principle attack, and completely swallowing his origin aura.
The Holy Land army led by the Holy Maiden was entirely wiped out, and all four Tribulation Crossing Realm elders were dead.
Then came Su Yao's capture. She was locked in an iron cage for public display, forced to kneel and call someone master, suffering endless humiliation...
!
Perfected Wucang was overcome by extreme fury. He violently spat out a mouthful of golden origin essence blood, spraying it onto the trunk of the Innate Ancient Wutong Tree.
Since founding the Wutong Holy Land ten thousand years ago, he had never suffered such a bizarre and utter humiliation!
The Holy Land's elites were nearly wiped out, the four Tribulation Crossing Realm elders had all perished, and his origin aura had been devoured. Even his personal disciple, the Holy Maiden, the future heir of the Wutong Holy Land, was being treated as a plaything, locked in a cage for public display and subjected to endless humiliation!
Good! Very good!!!
It has been a long time since this old man has seen such an arrogant younger generation.
Perfected Wucang laughed out of extreme anger. The Ascension Realm pressure around him completely erupted. The formations of the secret realm instantly shattered, and the entire ancestral Wutong forest swayed wildly. The ten-thousand-year-old Wutong trees all ignited with golden holy fire, and the sky over the entire Beihua Divine Continent was dyed a crimson-gold by this terrifying pressure!
He already had little lifespan left, and taking the final step to impact ascension was extremely dangerous to begin with. Now, with his divine soul damaged and rage attacking his heart, he could no longer care about his secluded meditation and breakthrough.
With the sect suffering such great humiliation and the Holy Maiden degraded to this extent, if he continued his secluded meditation, the Wutong Holy Land would probably be completely erased from the Tianxuan Continent!
Secluded meditation?! What secluded meditation!!!
Perfected Wucang's figure flickered, instantly vanishing from atop the ancient Wutong tree. The very next second, he appeared on the main peak of the Wutong Holy Land.
The moment he appeared, the heaven and earth of the entire Wutong Holy Land suddenly changed color!
The originally clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Golden lightning rolled madly within the clouds. The ground of the entire Holy Land trembled violently, and the beams and pillars of all the palaces let out creaking sounds, unable to bear the heavy burden.
Whether it was the remaining elders or the outer sect disciples, all of them instantly fell to their knees under this pressure that transcended the rules of heaven and earth. Their foreheads were pressed tightly against the ground, lacking even the courage to look up, their bodies trembling like a sieve.
Respectfully welcoming the Patriarch out of seclusion!!!
The sound of kneeling and bowing echoed like a tsunami.
The Patriarch had come out of seclusion! The sky of the Wutong Holy Land would not collapse!
Elder Li of the Life Tablet Hall stumbled and crawled out of the hall, crawling all the way to Perfected Wucang. Tears and snot flowed down his face, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:
Patriarch! You have finally come out of seclusion! The Holy Land... the Holy Land is finished!!!
Perfected Wucang looked down at him, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice. Tell me everything you know.
Elder Li did not dare to hide anything and recounted the entire sequence of events.
With every sentence he spoke, the pressure surrounding Perfected Wucang surged by a fraction.
By the time Elder Li finished speaking, the sky above the entire Wutong Holy Land was completely covered by pitch-black thunderclouds. Golden lightning roared through the clouds like angry dragons, and the ground cracked open with densely packed, massive ravines, as if it would shatter at any moment.
My Wutong Holy Land has been established for ten thousand years, and we have never suffered such utter humiliation!!!
Perfected Wucang's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Holy Land. Every word carried world-destroying rage, making all the kneeling disciples and elders afraid to even breathe loudly.
A junior possessing demonic arts dares to bully my Wutong Holy Land, thinking we have no one?!
Slaying my elders, destroying my elites, devouring my origin, and humiliating my Holy Maiden!
Do you really think I, Wucang, am old and can no longer lift my blade?!
Boom!
As his voice fell, the golden holy fire surrounding Perfected Wucang instantly shot into the sky, igniting the sky full of thunderclouds. The entire Beihua Divine Continent could see this golden pillar of fire piercing through heaven and earth!
Perfected Wucang's voice, carrying unquestionable killing intent, resounded through the clouds:
I will personally grind that Huang Haotian's bones to dust and scatter his ashes, and cast his divine soul into the Nine Netherworlds, never to be reincarnated for all eternity!
He abruptly raised his hand and ruthlessly tore at the direction of the Donghua Divine Continent in the east!
Boom!!!
The void between the Beihua Divine Continent and the Donghua Divine Continent was actually forcefully torn open by this rip, creating a pitch-black rift over a thousand zhang long!
Perfected Wucang stood with his hands behind his back. Golden Daoist principles circulated around his body, blocking all the spatial fragments outside.
His gaze was as cold as frost. With a flicker of his figure, he stepped directly into the void rift, his silhouette instantly vanishing. Ascension Realm almighty experts had long transcended the restraints of this realm's rules; crossing the void was merely a matter of a single thought.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
