"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!
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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!
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.”
