Day after day.
In the Prodigy Tower, light and shadows flickered. Fatty Wang's figure was miserably "spat" out time and time again, only to be healed by Gu Changge with a wave of his sleeve and ruthlessly "thrown" back in.
This almost cruel cycle of tempering was initially pure pain and torment, but gradually, a transformation began to brew within the agony.
Through countless life-and-death struggles with the projections of ancient and modern prodigies, Fatty Wang's robust foundation, which had been reshaped by Gu Changge using supreme methods, finally shifted from a state of mere possession to a state of complete mastery.
The majestic spiritual power was no longer just energy stored in his body; rather, it was directed as easily as his own arm, released and retracted at will.
His combat instincts had been honed to extreme sharpness. From initially being dazzled and almost incapable of fighting back, he had progressed to being able to accurately predict and skillfully maneuver.
He could even rely on tricky talisman combinations and increasingly ruthless close-quarters surprise attacks to catch his opponents off guard, ultimately emerging victorious!
However, when encountering the projections of truly top-tier Great Emperors, a clear gap could still be felt.
Just like this, another ten days passed.
On this day, when Fatty Wang was once again "sent" out from the Prodigy Tower, although his aura was still unstable and he bore injuries, his eyes were sharp. His movements faintly carried an air of composure and ferocity forged through a hundred battles.
Gu Changge did not immediately "throw" him back as usual. Instead, his calm gaze fell upon him, and he gave a slight nod.
"Your foundation is solidified, and your battle intent is newly formed. Your combat awareness has been tempered to a decent level."
Hearing this, Fatty Wang felt a surge of joy in his heart. He hurriedly steadied his body and bowed respectfully. To receive a "decent" evaluation from his master was already an immense affirmation for him.
"The Dao of Talismans is your foundation, but how can a disciple of mine, Gu Changge, only excel in talismans and be ignorant of close combat?"
Gu Changge flicked his finger, and a stream of light once again submerged into the center of Fatty Wang's brow.
"This is the Nine Tribulations of God Slaughtering, a method of combat. This technique is fierce and overbearing, integrating offense and defense. When cultivated to a profound level, your vitality will be like a dragon, and every movement will possess immense power, enough to handle the vast majority of close-quarters combat situations."
Fatty Wang only felt a loud rumble in his mind as a majestic sense of battle intent and power surged into his heart. The body-refining methods, force-exerting techniques, and offensive and defensive moves contained within were all exquisitely brilliant. It was an upright yet infinitely powerful combat scripture!
He seemed to see a vision of his own vitality surging like a river, with his fists and palms containing the might to shatter mountains and split seas, and his heart was filled with excitement.
However, Gu Changge's voice did not stop: "Oh, right, there are also a few minor tricks. You should learn them as well."
Before his voice had faded, three more strands of intent, as thin as gossamer yet containing infinite profundity, quietly flowed into the depths of Fatty Wang's mind.
"Can't See Through Me, Can't Catch Me, Can't Beat Me?"
Before Fatty Wang had time to digest these outrageous yet inexplicably overbearing names, Gu Changge raised an eyebrow, a trace of knowing amusement and anticipation flashing through his eyes.
"Is he finally going to break through? Fatty Wang, cultivate these few cultivation methods well. Your master has something to attend to and must head out for a bit!"
After speaking, Gu Changge's figure flashed, vanishing from his original spot and silently appearing in the center of the small world.
Although this realm was nominally called a small world, under his nurturing, its vastness and stability had long surpassed the Xuanhuang Great World.
Here, the Great Dao laws were as clear as the lines on one's palm, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was so rich that it liquefied and flowed like spiritual springs. It could simultaneously support the existence of multiple Great Emperors without seeming cramped in the slightest.
At this moment, this peaceful and tranquil fairyland was shrouded by an indescribably terrifying coercion.
In the core region of the world, the void that was originally filled with primal chaos was now replaced by endless black clouds.
Those were no ordinary dark clouds, but were formed from the purest laws of destruction and the tribulation power of heaven and earth, so heavy that they seemed capable of crushing the eternal blue sky.
Within the cloud layer, billions of dark purple lightning dragons shuttled and roared, each containing destructive energy sufficient to easily tear apart an ordinary Quasi-Emperor.
This was no ordinary lightning tribulation, but the ultimate interrogation for those who defied the heavens: the Emperor Dao Tribulation!
Beneath the tribulation clouds, a colossal black dragon stretching for ten thousand miles raised its head toward the sky. It was precisely Little White!
Its naturally profound and domineering black scales now reflected a gloomy luster. Profound Great Dao runes naturally surfaced on every scale, frantically absorbing the inexhaustible source energy around it.
Its massive dragon eyes were filled with incomparable resolve, fanaticism, and a thirst for a higher realm!
Roar—!!!
A dragon's roar shook the entire world!
The sound was filled with a challenge to the heavenly might and absolute confidence in its own Dao fruit!
As if enraged by this dragon's roar, the myriad-zhang tribulation clouds suddenly rotated, forming a massive vortex in the center. Like the Eye of the Heavenly Dao, it coldly gazed at the tribulation transcender below.
Boom crack—!!!
The first tribulation lightning descended! It was not a single flash of electricity, but a vast sea of purple lightning. Like the Milky Way pouring down from the Nine Heavens, it instantly submerged Little White's enormous dragon body completely!
The lightning ravaged, its destructive power frantically eroding, seeking to grind its flesh, bones, and even its divine soul into fine powder!
Roar!
Little White roared. The runes on its scales erupted with radiant divine light, forming a massive black light barrier to forcefully withstand the sea of lightning. It did not retreat; instead, it proactively devoured the power of the lightning tribulation, using it to temper its dragon body and forge its Emperor Dao laws.
Dragon blood splattered and scales cracked, but the light in its eyes grew increasingly blazing.
The lightning tribulations were stronger with each wave!
The second wave was the Taiji Divine Lightning, containing the strangling power of Yin and Yang!
The third wave was the Primal Chaos True Fire Tribulation, capable of incinerating stars!
The fourth wave was the Nine Nether Soul-Eroding Wind, targeting the divine soul!
The fifth wave was the Inner Demon Tribulation, evolving into countless phantoms of ancient gods and demons!
Every kind of tribulation could be called a world-destroying disaster.
Little White's enormous dragon body was struck until it was a bloody mess time and time again, and even its dragon bones let out groans of being overwhelmed, but it always held its unyielding head high.
Relying on the robust foundation laid by the supreme resources bestowed by Gu Changge, as well as its own tenacious will, it forcefully withstood the ordeal. It continuously experienced rebirth amidst destruction, its dragon body transforming toward a higher level.
Finally, the ninth wave of tribulation lightning finished brewing. The laws of the entire small world seemed to freeze, and all light was devoured by a point of ultimate darkness in the center of the tribulation clouds.
That was no longer lightning, but a ray of Dark Oblivion Divine Light symbolizing "the end"!
Wherever it passed, even the concepts of space and time seemed to be erased!
Facing this final strike, a flash of resolve crossed Little White's eyes.
It no longer defended passively, but fused its lifelong cultivation and all its comprehensions into a single strike!
"The Exalted One helped me achieve the Dao. Today, Little White will definitely not disappoint his great expectations! Emperor Path, open!"
It soared into the sky, going against the Oblivion Divine Light! Its dragon mouth opened wide, and a dragon pearl, condensing all of its life essence and Heavenly Dao laws, shot out, crashing fiercely into that Oblivion Divine Light!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
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.
