Accompanied by this furious roar, a stooped figure exuding a suffocating coercion seemingly appeared out of thin air, blocking directly between Xiao Ruobai and that lethal short spike!
The newcomer's figure was not particularly tall, even somewhat hunched, but a terrifying aura permeated from him—like a volcano that had been dormant for eons, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas once it erupted!
The sheer intensity of his might firmly overpowered everyone present!
He did not even spare a glance at the ambushing assassin. He merely raised a withered, bony palm casually and gave a gentle flick toward that black spike, which contained the full-powered strike of a peak Saint and was tearing through the void!
Yes, just a flick! As effortless as brushing away dust!
Pop.
A crisp sound, so faint it was almost inaudible.
That exceptionally high-grade black spike, condensed with Elder Ying's will to kill, shattered inch by inch the moment it touched that withered palm, like fragile glass crashing against divine iron!
The dense aura of death and terrifying holy power wrapping around it seemed to have met their absolute nemesis, instantly melting, annihilating, and vanishing into nothingness!
Throughout this entire process, there were no earth-shattering explosions, no violent energy shockwaves, only an absolute, crushing mastery of power!
What?!
Elder Ying's pupils shrank drastically, stormy waves of shock surging in his heart!
His certain-kill strike had been erased so easily?! The other party had not even used any magical abilities, just a casual flick of the hand?!
He felt his gathered power vanish without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body!
Only then did the blurry, hunched figure slowly turn his head to look at Elder Ying.
Although his gaze could not be seen clearly, Elder Ying felt as if he were being stared down by a prehistoric behemoth, his blood freezing in his veins!
In the distance, all the spectating cultivators were completely petrified!
The air seemed to solidify, and even their breathing halted.
Another... another... another one?!!
Just what kind of day was it today?! Were the Saints holding a tea party?! Popping out one after another?!
My God! This aura, it is terrifying! Stronger than all the previous ones!
Someone squeezed out this sentence with a hoarse voice, as if exhausting all their strength.
Numb. They were truly numb.
From the appearance of the first, Venerable Kuxuan, to the second mysterious body-cultivating Saint who annihilated a Saint with one punch, and then to the third, the Netherworld Palace assassin's sudden strike...
In such a short span of time, three Saint-level existences had taken the stage one after another. It had already stretched their nerves to the absolute limit, leaving them shocked to the point of numbness.
But before they could even catch their breath, a fourth! A fourth Saint appeared! And it was a peak Saint at that! That terrifying, deathly quiet coercion made everyone's souls tremble!
Just as they thought this was the limit and their hearts were about to stop beating—
A fifth! A fifth Saint appeared! And this one... this one's aura. That effortless flick that annihilated a peak Saint's sure-kill strike, that terrifying coercion that seemed capable of freezing space-time and making all things submit...
This was no longer a matter of being strong or not; this was an entirely different level, an incomprehensible existence!
The crowd's minds went blank, their thoughts completely stalling.
What is wrong with the world? Since when did Saints become so cheap?
The situation before them had completely exceeded the scope of their understanding.
Seeing this figure appear, Shi Wanshan felt a sudden wave of relief in his heart, knowing that the Great Patriarch had made his move. On the surface, however, he cooperatively revealed a look of bewilderment and uncertainty, warily eyeing this newly emerged third party.
That spectral avatar retreated a distance, as if also evaluating this sudden variable.
Elder Ying was terrified to the extreme, knowing that the plan had been thoroughly exposed and the mission had already failed.
Just as he was about to flee, he heard an icy voice speak up first. It did not come from the hunched figure, but from the spectral avatar confronting Shi Wanshan to the side!
The avatar was no longer paying attention to Shi Wanshan. Instead, it stared dead at the suddenly appearing Elder Ying, its voice carrying undisguised questioning and icy killing intent.
Who are you? How dare you impersonate a member of my Netherworld Palace?!
As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was astounded!
Impersonate?!
The spectating cultivators in the distance felt their brains buzz as the sheer volume of information instantly exploded!
What? An impersonator? That assassin is a fake?!
The Netherworld Palace assassin said it himself! This... what is going on?!
My God! Could there be a third-party faction interfering?!
Elder Ying was also startled inwardly, but he reacted extremely fast, immediately arguing back fiercely with a hoarse voice.
Insolent! What do you know! The Palace Master was worried about you executing such a crucial task alone, so he specially ordered me to follow in secret, just in case! Our Netherworld Palace has always sought absolute perfection in handling matters!
He tried to use higher authority and a secret order from the Palace Master to suppress the other party and maintain his Netherworld Palace disguise.
However, upon hearing this, the face of the Netherworld Palace avatar, shrouded in deathly aura, seemed to twitch. In his heart, he wanted to curse out loud.
Bullshit! I am the Eastern Region Palace Master! When the hell did I send you?! Why did I not know about it?!
This clumsy lie completely infuriated him. Although his original intention was to put on an act, he absolutely refused to take the blame for someone doing dirty work under his banner in public!
Hmph! Full of nonsense! Since when did my Netherworld Palace have a figure like you? Hiding your head and tail, not even daring to show your true face!
The avatar sneered and wasted no more words. Taking advantage of the moment Elder Ying was intimidated by the Great Patriarch's figure and his mind was shaken, he suddenly attacked!
His figure moved like lightning. He did not attack Elder Ying himself, but went straight for the standard Netherworld Palace black robe he was wearing!
Deathly aura condensed into a blade at his fingertips, slashing out like lightning!
Elder Ying was filled with a mix of shock and fury! He never expected that this Netherworld Palace accomplice would suddenly turn on him, and with such a tricky target!
He subconsciously wanted to circulate his holy power to blast the other party away while swinging his palm to counterattack—
But at the exact moment his holy power surged!
An invisible, intangible, yet terrifying coercion that seemed capable of suppressing the heavens crashed down like a billion-foot-tall mountain, enveloping him with absolute precision!
It was that hunched figure!
Elder Ying only felt his entire body sink as if he had plunged into a boundless quagmire. The holy power he had just gathered stagnated instantly, and even lifting a single finger became incredibly difficult!
He felt like a mosquito trapped in amber. Despite having the cultivation of a peak Saint, he could not mobilize a single trace of power!
He could only watch helplessly as the Netherworld Palace avatar's finger blade struck!
This absolute suppression made monstrous waves of despair surge in his heart!
Riiiip!
The crisp sound of tearing fabric seemed especially piercing in the deathly silent valley!
Under the avatar's incredibly precise attack, that specially made black robe was torn and shattered without any suspense, turning into pieces of flying rags!
Beneath the black robe, Elder Ying's original attire was shockingly revealed—an inner dharma garment flowing with pure radiant light and embroidered with the unique cloud pattern insignia of the Glazed Holy Land!
The simulated netherworld death aura around him also instantly dissipated, revealing the pure and vast holy power fluctuations unique to cultivators of the Glazed Holy Land!
The evidence was conclusive! Irrefutable!
The entire valley plunged into a deathly silence. Everyone who saw this scene understood exactly what it meant.
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
