"Glazed World-Cleansing, All Manifestations to the Ruin!"
Following his words, the Glazed Dharma Idol behind him suddenly radiated blinding light. Countless profound runes emerged from the void and merged into the blade of his sword!
At the tip of the sword, a point of absolute darkness spread out, as if it could devour all light, all energy, and all laws!
That was the ultimate power of annihilation, evolved by reversing the Glazed World-Cleansing Holy Power!
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the space of the entire battlefield to collapse inward!
This was a forbidden technique secretly passed down in the Glazed Holy Land. Its power was immense, but it was also extremely dangerous and would not be used lightly!
Li Wuya's action was both an all-out effort and a final probe! He wanted to see exactly how many trump cards the other party still had!
On the opposite side, the First Patriarch felt the terrifying darkness coalescing at the tip of the sword, seemingly capable of devouring everything. The boiling vital energy and blood around him did not restrain itself, but instead became even more violent!
"A bit interesting! Now this looks more like it!"
He laughed wildly, slowly retracting his fists to his waist. His aura skyrocketed, as if a slumbering primordial behemoth was awakening!
Facing the darkness of the Ruin that devoured all manifestations, the First Patriarch did not dodge or evade. Instead, a burning will to fight ignited in his eyes.
"Bring it on!"
With a loud shout, the fists retracted at his waist suddenly blasted out! Wherever his fists passed, space shattered inch by inch like fragile glass, revealing the chaotic void behind it.
That darkness of the Ruin, capable of annihilating laws, was forcefully blasted into violent tremors by his bare fists, and its spreading momentum stagnated!
"What?!"
Li Wuya's pupils shrank abruptly. He couldn't believe that the forbidden technique he was so proud of was resisted by the other party in such a brutal manner!
However, this was only the beginning.
The First Patriarch was no longer what he used to be. Ever since Gu Changge had completely transformed him with supreme methods and reforged his foundation with Great Emperor essence blood, his physical body and potential had transcended the mundane.
Usually, there was Enlightenment Tea to cleanse his divine soul and clarify his Dao Heart, and he comprehended the Dao on the Enlightenment Platform in the secret realm...
The stacking of various peerless serendipities had long since consolidated his foundation to be as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss. Now fighting with full strength, his might was naturally earth-shattering!
The First Patriarch pressed his advantage, his figure tearing through space like a phantom, instantly appearing before Li Wuya's Dharma Idol.
His attacks were simple, direct, and brutal. Every punch and kick contained the power to shatter stars, pouring down on the Glazed Dharma Idol like a violent storm!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Deafening explosions resounded through heaven and earth! That indomitable Glazed Dharma Idol, in this storm of pure power, was actually beaten until its light flickered wildly and cracks faintly appeared!
Li Wuya only felt streams of savage and tyrannical force transmitting through the Dharma Idol, shaking him until his vital energy and blood churned, and the circulation of his Holy Power became sluggish.
He desperately pushed his sword incantation, constantly sweeping the power of All Manifestations to the Ruin toward the First Patriarch, but it was forcefully scattered time and time again by the chaotic twisted light and shadows and the majestic vital energy and blood around the other party!
"How is this possible?! How can he be this strong?!"
Li Wuya was horrified in his heart. He found that he had completely fallen into a passive state.
The First Patriarch grew braver as he fought, blasting out a punch, pressing forward with indomitable will, as if opening up heaven and earth!
Li Wuya's Glazed Holy Sword let out a mournful cry, being smashed until it bent into a thrilling arc, sending him flying backward like a meteor, shattering a distant mountain range to dust!
Signs of defeat had emerged!
"Li Wuya! Is this all you are capable of? You truly disappoint this old man!"
The First Patriarch laughed wildly, his fist momentum rising again, constantly blasting out, as if carrying the weight of an entire galaxy!
"Pfft—!"
Li Wuya could no longer resist, being blasted flying ten thousand miles away by a single punch. He spewed holy blood wildly, the holy light around him collapsing, looking utterly wretched!
"Holy Lord!"
In the distance, several elders of the Glazed Holy Land cried out in horror, simply unable to believe their eyes!
All the onlookers also held their breath. The Glazed Holy Lord... had actually lost?!
In a head-on confrontation, he was completely suppressed, even injured and coughing up blood!
Li Wuya steadied his figure, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face gloomy enough to drip water, his eyes filled with humiliation and madness.
"You forced me!"
Li Wuya let out a low and crazy roar, the last trace of reason in his eyes completely submerged!
As the Lord of a Holy Land, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? If he couldn't suppress this beast today, where would the majesty of the Glazed Holy Land be!
"Om—!"
A buzzing sound, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, rang out from within his body!
A brilliant scar of light split open between his brows, and a long spear, seemingly carved entirely from glaze but entwined with countless dark red blood threads, slowly emerged!
The moment the spear body appeared, the light of the entire heaven and earth distorted for it. A terrifying aura of slaughter soared into the sky, tearing the clouds to shreds!
A point of cold light at the spear tip seemed to condense all the despair and deathly stillness in the world. Just a glance at it would make one's divine soul feel like splitting apart!
"Quasi-Emperor Weapon! Weeping Blood Glazed Spear!"
In the distance, a Saint cried out involuntarily, his voice filled with horror.
"Rumor has it that this spear is incomparably fierce, containing a trace of incomplete Emperor Dao killing laws. A Sage King would die upon touching it!"
Beside him, an experienced old cultivator heard this, fear flashing in his eyes, and added in a lowered voice: "It's more than just fierce! Do fellow Daoists know the origin of this spear?
It is said that this spear was the natal divine weapon of an astonishingly brilliant ancestor of the Glazed Holy Land—'Quasi-Emperor Blood Glaze'!"
"Quasi-Emperor Blood Glaze?"
The surrounding people immediately pricked up their ears.
"Exactly!" The old cultivator looked solemn. "Rumor has it that this Quasi-Emperor Blood Glaze rose out of nowhere tens of thousands of years ago. His talent was peerless, but his temperament was extreme, and he was decisive in killing.
He took a different approach, using his own 'Glazed Holy Body' as the foundation, integrating the essence blood of thousands of fierce beasts and the evil aura of slaughter on the battlefield, wanting to walk a heaven-reaching path of proving the Dao through killing!"
"This spear is the foundation of his Great Dao. The spear seals a trace of incomplete Emperor Dao killing laws condensed from Quasi-Emperor Blood Glaze's lifelong cultivation. Let alone touching it, ordinary Sage Kings would have their divine souls eroded by that killing intent just by getting close!"
"Unfortunately, Quasi-Emperor Blood Glaze ultimately failed to take that last step, and eventually his body died and his Dao vanished.
But this Weeping Blood Glazed Spear was passed down, becoming one of the sect-suppressing killing weapons of the Glazed Holy Land, never to be moved lightly unless it's a matter of life and death.
I never expected that Holy Lord Li would be forced to this step today, even bringing out this fierce weapon!"
Hearing this, everyone gasped. When they looked at that dark red long spear again, their eyes were filled not only with horror but also with deep dread.
A fierce weapon tainted with the secret of a Quasi-Emperor's fall and endless sins of slaughter, its power and ominousness could be imagined!
The Quasi-Emperor Weapon appeared, its killing intent locking onto the universe!
Li Wuya held the long spear, the Holy Power in his body pouring into the spear body like a burst dam. Those dark red blood threads instantly squirmed like living creatures, letting out bursts of bloodthirsty hisses!
"To die under a Quasi-Emperor Weapon is your glory! God-Slaughtering Strike!"
The muscles in his arms knotted as he poured all his strength into it, fiercely throwing the Weeping Blood Glazed Spear!
"Sizzle—!"
The moment the long spear left his hand, it seemed to transform into a world-destroying blood dragon. Wherever it passed, space didn't shatter, but directly turned into nothingness!
A pitch-black trajectory of death pierced through heaven and earth, the tip of the spear aimed directly between the First Patriarch's eyebrows. The incomplete imperial laws of slaughter contained within it completely sealed off all his avenues of retreat!

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."

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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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.