To return to the peak—this temptation was simply too great for an existence who had fallen from the Emperor Realm and struggled bitterly in annihilation for eons!
It was great enough to crush all pride!
He dreamed of returning to his former peak state, but the damage from severing his own Dao Foundation was like maggots attached to the bone. Having stolen the residual rhymes of heaven and earth for ten thousand years, he only dared to hope to delay the decay of his Dao, never daring to imagine a complete recovery.
Gu Changge's tone was too certain, and the confidence in his eyes made him involuntarily want to believe it.
Yet, his reason was screaming madly: how could this be possible?!
A severed Dao Foundation was like shattered porcelain; even with heaven-defying divine objects, it was difficult to restore it to its original state!
Although this person was unfathomable, a heaven-defying promise like returning to the peak was simply too unimaginable...
His eyes were filled with extreme longing and deep suspicion. The two emotions intertwined fiercely, making it difficult for him to decide.
The pride of an Emperor made him unwilling to bow his head easily, and his instinctive doubt toward impossible things made him afraid to easily believe this seemingly illusory hope.
Gu Changge seemed to see through his inner struggle. Without another word, he slowly raised his right hand.
Above his palm, an object silently emerged.
It was not some dazzling divine weapon, but an irregularly shaped stone about the size of a fist.
Above his palm, an object silently emerged.
This was the Heaven-Mending Stone that Gu Changge had obtained from a previous sign-in. It looked ordinary, but it actually contained the supreme power to reverse imperfections. Its core function lay in the word mending, and it covered all existences at or below the Emperor level, including Great Emperors.
The stone presented a grayish color of primordial chaos. Its surface was covered with incredibly profound natural patterns, seemingly encompassing the flow of galaxies, yet also seeming to contain a wisp of vitality from the dawn of heaven and earth.
It did not emit any powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. Instead, it had a simple, unadorned charm of returning to the origin, as if it had existed there since antiquity, sharing the lifespan of heaven and earth.
However, the moment this stone appeared, the entire divine soul of the Lord of Annihilation trembled violently!
His body, condensed from the death aura of annihilation, could barely maintain its form!
He felt an indescribable aura of the source!
Within that stone seemed to lie the most fundamental power of creation and mending. It was the exact opposite of the Dao of Annihilation he cultivated, yet like the two poles of Yin and Yang, they served as each other's source.
Just by sensing that aura, deep within his divine soul—which had been deadly silent for eons, like a dry well—a faint trace of vitality uncontrollably surged forth!
This feeling... this feeling far exceeded any heavenly divine object in his cognition! This was absolutely not something that should exist in this realm!
This... what is this...?!
The voice of the Lord of Annihilation carried an uncontrollable tremble. All his doubts vanished into thin air at this moment.
To be able to bring out such a heaven-defying divine object that surpassed his understanding, the methods of the person before him were already beyond his ability to fathom!
Returning to the peak... perhaps it truly wasn't empty talk!
The hall once again fell into a deathly silence, but this time, the breathing of the Lord of Annihilation became heavier, a manifestation of extreme excitement and longing.
Gu Changge's voice remained calm, yet it acted as the final decisive weight: You only need to serve me as your master for a hundred years. After a hundred years, I will return your freedom.
Trading a hundred years of freedom for the hope of returning to the peak, or even touching a higher realm?
At this moment, all anger, humiliation, and pride completely crumbled before the shock and hope brought by that mysterious stone.
After struggling for a long time, the figure of the Lord of Annihilation, condensed from death aura, slowly bowed down. His head, representing the pride of an Emperor, was finally lowered at this moment.
A hoarse and strained voice echoed in the silent palace, carrying endless complexity and a rekindled, extreme thirst for life.
...Annihilation... is willing to serve Your Lordship as master.
Gu Changge looked at the Lord of Annihilation, who had finally lowered his arrogant head, and gave a slight nod.
Good.
Before his voice faded, he flicked his finger. The Heaven-Mending Stone in his palm transformed into a stream of chaotic light, silently plunging into the core of the Lord of Annihilation's divine soul, which was formed of death aura.
Calm your mind and focus your spirit. Guide the origin source within the stone to reforge your Emperor Foundation.
Gu Changge's voice echoed directly in the depths of the Lord of Annihilation's divine soul.
The Lord of Annihilation did not dare to be negligent. He immediately circulated the Annihilation Emperor Sutra, which had been silent for eons, with all his might.
At first, the power of the chaotic Heaven-Mending Stone was incompatible with his own death aura of annihilation, even generating a violent rejection. It was like ice and fire intertwining, causing him unbearable pain.
But soon, guided by a wisp of Gu Changge's invisible Qi, the Dao rhyme contained within the chaotic aura began to seep into his long-dried and shattered Great Emperor Dao Foundation like a warm spring.
Om—!
An indescribably majestic vitality suddenly erupted from the core of the Lord of Annihilation's divine soul!
The originally deadly silent and decaying aura rapidly melted and transformed, like frozen earth swept by a spring breeze!
The Dao injuries he had sustained over eons from severing his foundation and the erosion of his annihilation intent began to heal rapidly under the nourishment of the Heaven-Mending Stone's origin source.
What was even more shocking was that his Dao Foundation, which had fallen from the Emperor Realm and was in ruins, actually emitted cracking Dao sounds. It was as if shattered porcelain was being reassembled and smelted by an invisible giant hand, becoming even firmer and more perfect!
An Emperor's might, far vaster and more terrifying than before his slumber, uncontrollably permeated from his body. It began to impact this black palace that had existed for eons, even penetrating the palace and spreading toward the entire Ancient Abyss of Annihilation, and even to the distant outer world!
At the same time, deep within several of the oldest and most mysterious forbidden zones in the Black Yellow Great World.
A few ancient existences who were similarly lingering on their last breaths in slumber were awakened almost simultaneously!
Hmm? This aura... is it that old fellow from the Ancient Abyss of Annihilation?
Such violent fluctuations... vitality and death aura intertwining in such chaos... It seems he finally cannot hold on any longer and is about to completely return to annihilation.
Hmph, back then, we invited him to emerge with us and devour the essence of living beings to extend our Emperor lives. He fancied himself aloof and said he was unwilling to be tainted by great karma.
Looking at it now, it was nothing but a pedantic view! If he had been willing to act alongside us, how could he have ended up with his oil exhausted and lamp extinguished like today!
What a pity... A generation's Great Emperor of Annihilation is ultimately going to undergo Dao Dissolution. If his entire origin source of annihilation scatters away, it would truly be a waste.
Let each rest in their own fate. He chose the Dao of Annihilation, and this is his destination.
Incomparably tyrannical wills intertwined and collided between the forbidden zones, filled with apathy, mockery, and a faint trace of sympathy for their own kind.
They all thought this was the final flash of lucidity before the Lord of Annihilation's fall, a sign of his Dao Foundation collapsing and his Emperor body undergoing Dao Dissolution. No one thought in the direction of a revival.
After all, for a severed Emperor Foundation, there had never been a precedent of true restoration throughout the eons!
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?
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
