Recalling the attack on his respawn point, Master Wucang let out a furious roar. His spiritual power instantly swept through the entire Chaos Domain without any reservation!
That terrifying aura, capable of crushing mountains and rivers and boiling oceans, made Ji Lingxuan, who was watching from the sidelines, turn pale, even though it had been mostly suppressed by the chaotic mist.
Is this the terrifying strength of the Ascension Realm?
Although she was the Holy Son of the Taichu Holy Land and a genius, she was still like an ant in front of a true Ascension Realm mighty figure, barely able to withstand his coercive pressure.
Seeing this, Ye Chuan casually waved a wisp of chaotic black mist, wrapping a thick protective shield around her. Ji Lingxuan immediately felt the pressure around her plummet, and the look she gave Ye Chuan was full of shock.
Only then did she completely understand just how heaven-defying Ye Chuan's Chaos Domain was.
No wonder it could trap that guy, Wucang.
"Stop twisting the truth! Regarding what happened back then, you were clearly the despicable one first!" Hearing this, Master Taichu laughed out of extreme anger. The azure Taichu Sword in his hand hummed incessantly, and the heaven-opening Dao principles flowing along the blade grew increasingly fierce.
"Today, we will settle both old and new scores together. I'd like to see what face you still have to argue!"
Before his voice faded, the two Ascension Realm mighty figures instantly made their moves!
Master Taichu's figure moved to the extreme, leaving behind only an azure afterimage. He slashed out horizontally with the Taichu Sword, and the sword light, like an inverted galaxy, shot straight toward Wucang's face.
Wucang did not dare to be careless. He formed hand seals with both hands, and the sky-filling Parasol Tree Holy Fire instantly condensed into a fire phoenix several zhang tall. The phoenix's cry echoed through the domain, carrying the momentum to burn mountains and boil seas as it directly met the azure sword light!
"Boom——!!!"
The Dao principles and the Holy Fire collided with a bang. The loud noise made one's soul tremble, and the terrifying shockwaves frantically spread in all directions. If this were in the outside world, this strike would be enough to turn Xuanjing City and the surrounding hundred thousand miles into scorched earth, plunging all living things into misery.
However, within Ye Chuan's Chaos Domain, these apocalyptic shockwaves had just begun to spread before they were instantly swallowed by the surging black mist. They couldn't even stir up the slightest ripple, and the entire domain remained firmly under Ye Chuan's control.
Magic immunity!
The two were entangled in combat in the blink of an eye. Their moves were so fast that the naked eye couldn't see them clearly. Azure Dao principles and golden-red Holy Fire frantically intertwined and collided in the chaos. Every exchange of blows was accompanied by the sound of Dao principles shattering and space trembling.
But as they fought, Wucang's face grew increasingly ugly!
He clearly sensed that the circulation of spiritual power within his body was becoming more and more sluggish. The Parasol Tree Holy Fire and origin Dao principles he conjured would have a portion swallowed by the surrounding chaotic mist as soon as they left three feet from his body!
He could exert at most three parts of his full ten parts of strength!
What was even more fatal was that Ye Chuan's bizarre cognitive pollution had been silently eroding his soul. Previously, when he sealed his senses, he could barely suppress it. Now that he had unsealed his six senses in a fit of rage, the pollution instantly swept through his entire body.
The abdominal pain was killing him!
On the other hand, Master Taichu suffered no suppression at all in the Chaos Domain. Instead, because Ye Chuan had given a heads-up beforehand, his body was protected by the power of chaos. His spiritual power circulated incredibly smoothly, and the execution of his Dao principles faced no obstacles. He fought more courageously as the battle progressed, completely suppressing Wucang.
"Unfair!!" Master Wucang could no longer hold back and roared out loud.
"You insidious and cunning brat! Using the domain to favor him and suppress my cultivation, how is this a fair and square duel!!"
He clutched his wound, his face ashen—half from the pain of the wound, and half from holding in the unbearable abdominal pain. His appearance was wretched to the extreme, lacking even a shred of the majesty of an Ascension Realm mighty figure.
Seeing this, Master Taichu threw his head back and laughed heartily. His laughter was full of vindication. His sword moves didn't slow down in the slightest as he aggressively attacked once more:
"Unfair? Back when you spread rumors to ruin my reputation, why didn't you say it was unfair?"
"When you destroyed the foundation of my sect, why didn't you mention being fair and square? Winners are crowned kings and losers are vilified as bandits. Your skills are inferior, and you've fallen into my young friend's domain. You deserve to suffer!"
"You!! Taichu, you old dog, you push people too far!!" Wucang was left speechless by the retort. Angry and anxious, his abdominal pain grew even stronger, making him unable to even stand steadily. His Dao heart was completely in turmoil.
He knew that if this continued, he would undoubtedly lose. Steeling his heart, a trace of madness flashed through his eyes.
"Since that's the case, let's perish together! Even if my soul scatters, I will drag you down to be buried with me!!"
As soon as his voice fell, Master Wucang fiercely bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of his lifeblood essence. His hands formed seals to trigger his own Ascension Realm origin!
The golden-red Holy Fire around him instantly surged ten times over, and the color of the flames became even deeper. His entire person seemed to transform into a blazing sun. Terrifying origin power surged frantically; he was actually going to burn his life's cultivation to launch a mutually destructive fatal strike!
"You want to perish together? That depends on whether you have the ability!" Master Taichu's expression turned stern. He fully activated the azure Dao principles around him, and the blade of the Taichu Sword shimmered with a brilliant azure light, ready to meet the fatal strike head-on.
Right at this moment, Ye Chuan slowly stepped forward.
The surging chaotic mist instantly became violent, wrapping around Master Wucang's limbs and dantian in a flash, firmly locking down his burning origin power!
"Cognitive pollution." Ye Chuan controlled the cognitive pollution, focusing more heavily on causing diarrhea.
Since poisoning and the like had little effect on an Ascension Realm mighty figure anyway, diarrhea was a better choice. It wouldn't kill him, but it would make him suffer.
Wucang felt his mind explode with a boom. The abdominal pain instantly multiplied several times over, and the meridians throughout his body ached unbearably. His burning origin was instantly scattered by the chaotic mist, and his fatal strike was forcefully interrupted. He slumped to the ground, unable to muster even a fraction of his strength.
"You... you demonic heretic!!" Wucang lay sprawled in the chaotic mist, his entire body twitching. Painful and stifled, humiliation and anger intertwined within him. Yet, he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He could only stare fixedly at Ye Chuan, his eyes full of monstrous hatred and unwillingness.
He simply hardened his heart, no longer caring about his dignity. Letting out a series of splattering noises, he directly mobilized his spiritual power once more!
However, Ye Chuan's power of chaos had completely locked him down, frantically extracting the spiritual power from Wucang's body!
Seeing this, Master Taichu's figure flashed, and he instantly arrived in front of Wucang, pointing his sword at his throat. "Wucang, our ten-thousand-year grudge ends today."
Master Taichu's tone was icy cold, without a shred of pity.
"I am unwilling!! I am an Ascension Realm mighty figure! I have roamed the Profound Heaven unhindered for ten thousand years! How could I fall into your hands!! Fall into the hands of a demonic junior!!" Master Wucang roared madly, his voice hoarse and his eyes full of despair.
He had lived for ten thousand years and had endured patiently for many years because his lifespan was nearing its end. He originally intended to settle all scores after coming out of seclusion and reshape the glory of the Parasol Tree Holy Land. But he never expected to end up in such a state.
Trapped in a bizarre domain, suppressed by his old rival, and schemed against by a junior, even his last shred of dignity was completely gone.
Ye Chuan walked up to Wucang and looked down at him without a shred of pity.
He raised his hand and waved it. A flag shimmering with golden light yet entangled in pitch-black resentful energy instantly appeared. It was the Human Emperor Flag!
"Old thing, it ends here." Ye Chuan's tone was flat. As his voice fell, the devouring power of the Human Emperor Flag suddenly skyrocketed.
Chains flew out, instantly piercing through Wucang's body!
Master Wucang's soul was forcibly dragged out of his body. He struggled desperately and roared, but he simply could not resist the power of the Human Emperor Flag, nor could he escape the confinement of the Chaos Domain.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Finally, with a roar full of bitter unwillingness and venomous malice, his divine soul was completely sealed within the Human Emperor Banner, becoming the banner's primary soul.
[Absorbed Ascension Realm Divine Soul. Artifact amplifies all of the host's attributes by +9999%!]
At the same time, Ye Chuan's level was skyrocketing wildly!
[You have entered the mid-stage of the Tribulation Crossing Realm]
[You have entered the late-stage of the Tribulation Crossing Realm]
[You have entered the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm]
With this, the ten-thousand-year-old Ascension patriarch of the Wutong Sacred Land, Perfected Wucang, was completely annihilated.
Ye Chuan said indifferently, "I am now invincible in the Tianxuan world."
The next second, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, instantly shattering the Chaos Domain!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
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.”
