"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Perfected Wucang's Dao heart, cultivated over tens of thousands of years, was violently shaken at this moment!
He simply couldn't figure out how his intrinsic divine ability, as an almighty Ascension Realm expert, could be so effortlessly neutralized by a mere junior in the Tribulation Crossing Realm!
But shock aside, he was ultimately an old monster who had lived for over ten thousand years. He instantly suppressed the tremor in his heart. The golden-red light around him flared up again, and countless fire feathers condensed from the Parasol Tree Sacred Fire shot toward Ye Chuan like a torrential downpour!
Each fire feather contained his origin Dao principles, powerful enough to pierce mountains, boil seas, and incinerate rivers!
Yet Ye Chuan remained standing in place, not moving an inch. He merely lifted his eyes, and the chaotic vortex in front of him expanded once more.
The sky full of fire feathers crashed into the vortex, and without making a single sound, they were swallowed clean.
Ye Chuan simply looked down at him.
Pressure!
Perfected Wucang's face turned ashen, but he didn't stop attacking.
For a time, within the Chaos Domain, the golden-red sacred fire and the black chaotic mist clashed madly. The shockwaves from the Ascension Realm Dao principles wildly reverberated. If it were an ordinary Mahayana Realm cultivator, just these shockwaves would be enough to crush them into ash.
However, this great battle lasted for several whole hours.
Of the divine abilities, sacred flames, and Dao principles unleashed by Perfected Wucang, nine out of ten were swallowed entirely by Ye Chuan's chaotic power.
The remaining tenth couldn't even touch the edges of the Chaos Domain before being crushed by the domain's rules.
But he also realized that while Ye Chuan could devour his power, the junior couldn't break through his Ascension Realm Dao principle defenses in a short time. For a moment, the two actually fell into a stalemate.
Perfected Wucang gasped for breath. Looking at Ye Chuan opposite him—whose aura remained steady without the slightest sign of spiritual energy depletion—his wariness reached its peak.
Continuing to fight was completely meaningless!
This Chaos Domain was too bizarre. Not only did it seal his Dao principles, but there was also a sinister power within it that was silently eroding his divine soul.
It was causing his cognition to deviate, and even the circulation of his Dao principles was becoming increasingly sluggish. If this dragged on, he would sooner or later fall here!
Most importantly, ever since entering this place, he had been experiencing a stomachache.
It felt as though he could have explosive diarrhea at any moment.
Thinking of this, Perfected Wucang suppressed the anger in his heart, softened his tone a bit, and spoke to Ye Chuan in a deep voice:
"Junior, if we continue this stalemate, neither of us can do anything to the other. It's just a vain waste of spiritual energy."
"Why don't we both take a step back." He looked at Ye Chuan and threw out his terms,
"As long as you retract this bizarre domain and let me out, I will not pursue the matter of you slaughtering the disciples of my Parasol Tree Sacred Land. From now on, we will mind our own business. How about it?"
He was already old.
His lifespan was nearing its end, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life trapped here.
Because Wucang knew very well that if they kept dragging this out, Ye Chuan could easily seal him for over a thousand years. Such a span of time meant nothing to Ye Chuan, but for Wucang, he would literally die of old age here!
In his view, he had already given this junior enough face.
An Ascension Realm almighty bowing his head to ask for peace—any other cultivator would be overwhelmed by the favor and quit while they were ahead.
However, upon hearing this, Ye Chuan was a bit speechless.
"Old thing, is your brain fried by the sacred fire?" Ye Chuan crossed his arms, looking at him carelessly,
"Let you out? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Just spend the rest of your life here."
Let the tiger return to the mountain?
Might as well just exhaust you to death.
"You dare, brat!!" Perfected Wucang was thoroughly enraged, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
"Do you really think this old man is afraid of you?! I want to see just how big of an appetite your bottomless pit has!"
The moment his voice fell, the golden-red light around his body surged to the extreme!
He actually directly triggered his Ascension Realm origin!
The sky-filling Parasol Tree Sacred Fire swept out like a tsunami, instantly filling more than half of the Chaos Domain!
"Be destroyed!!"
Perfected Wucang shouted furiously. The sky full of sacred fire crushed toward Ye Chuan like a tidal wave, aiming to completely incinerate him along with that chaotic vortex into nothingness!
Yet, looking at this overwhelming sacred fire, Ye Chuan didn't have a shred of fear in his eyes; instead, he was overjoyed.
Nourishment delivered right to his door—how could he refuse?
"Good timing!" Ye Chuan laughed heartily. The chaotic black mist around him instantly surged, opening a massive vortex large enough to cover the entire domain, like a giant beast opening its bloody maw to meet the sky-filling sacred fire.
The boundless Parasol Tree Sacred Fire crashed into the chaotic vortex and was madly devoured without even the slightest room for resistance.
And as the sacred fire was devoured, a vast and pure origin power continuously poured into Ye Chuan's body through the chaotic force!
His aura, which had just broken through to the early stage of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, was actually climbing madly at a visible rate!
Perfected Wucang's face was full of madness at first, but as the fight went on, his face grew paler and paler, and the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by horror.
Something is wrong!
Very wrong!
The sacred fire he unleashed by triggering his origin didn't harm Ye Chuan in the slightest; instead, it was like he was feeding the other party experience!
Ye Chuan's aura wasn't bursting from the overload; rather, it was growing stronger and more intense!
And as for himself, due to continuously triggering his origin, the spiritual energy in his body was already starting to show signs of depletion.
His divine soul was also being eroded more and more severely by the cognitive pollution, and he even started seeing hallucinations!
"No... impossible!!" Perfected Wucang instantly withdrew the sky-filling sacred fire, not daring to output another drop of power.
He finally understood. If he kept fighting, Ye Chuan wouldn't even need to lift a finger; he himself would be drained dry of all his origin by this bizarre devouring power!
Perfected Wucang formed a hand seal, erecting an indestructible golden barrier around his body to firmly protect himself within.
As the Dao principles circulated, a completely sealed origin space was formed, thoroughly cutting off connection with the outside world and blocking even the erosion of the Chaos Domain.
He completely abandoned the offense and switched to defense!
He was going into seclusion!
He refused to believe it!
This junior's domain had to run out of energy eventually!
"Old thing, planning to be a coward hiding in your shell?" Seeing this scene, Ye Chuan tilted his head and thought for a moment. Fighting a war of attrition like this wasn't entirely impossible.
It was just that his spiritual energy was nearly infinite.
But Ye Chuan didn't want to waste eighty or a hundred years with the other party here. He was still young and hadn't even married a wife yet.
Thinking of this, Ye Chuan pondered for a moment and suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Heh."
Ye Chuan summoned Della, and after giving her an instruction, Della left the domain.
Not far away at this moment, Wucang didn't understand what Ye Chuan was trying to do. He merely restrained his aura and constructed a barrier to resist the erosion.
However, right at this moment, a voice made him freeze.
"Ancestor!"
Perfected Wucang was stunned for a moment. He saw that not far away, Su Yao from the Parasol Tree Sacred Land had actually appeared within the domain.
"Since we're just killing time anyway, how about I show you a little discipline session?" Ye Chuan said to the old man while pulling Su Yao's wrist.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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.
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."
