In that moment of imminent crisis!
"Still."
A clear, calm female voice rang out.
Yaochi Sovereign Ji Qingyi had risen to midair at some unknown time, her moon-white celestial dress flowing without wind.
Above her head, the Western Emperor Tower burst forth with unprecedented sacred light, transforming into streams of liquid light as real as quicksilver, carrying the supreme intention of calming chaos and protecting all living beings.
Striking before the spread, it instantly expanded outward like the gentlest embrace, quietly enveloping and dissolving the out-of-control destructive energy storm into nothingness.
A deathly stillness of having survived a calamity settled over the entire scene.
Then, a deafening storm of curses and wailing erupted!
"Damned demon race! Are you trying to bury us all here?!"
"Thank you, Yaochi Sovereign, for saving our lives!"
"Such behavior by the demon race is no different from the demonic path!"
Countless cultivators, their faces pale and hearts still racing, cast grateful looks toward the Yaochi Sovereign while glaring at the demon race’s war chariot with eyes full of fury and hatred.
Several human sovereigns also wore grim expressions, their icy gazes piercing like swords toward the South Domain Demon Lord.
The South Domain Demon Lord, however, paid them no heed. Instead, he burst into loud laughter as a massive rift was forcibly torn in the imperial tomb’s forbidden seal.
"The passage is open! Let each fend for themselves! If you hesitate, how can you seize the fortunes? Let’s go!"
With that, he took the lead, driving his demon cloud into the rift.
The crowd erupted into chaos once more, abandoning their curses and scrambling to rush toward the rift.
In the midst of this pandemonium, no one noticed two seemingly ordinary Heavenly Man Realm rogue cultivators in the crowd communicating via telepathy.
"Little Ling, find a chance to teach those demon whelps who disregard others’ lives a harsh lesson."
Xuanyangzi’s voice rang directly in Ling Canglan’s mind.
Ling Canglan, who was just about to enter the Great Emperor’s tomb, felt his mind shake violently!
That voice was Xuanyangzi, the Sect Master?! He’s here?
Suppressing his excitement, he sent out a thread of spiritual sense, following the faint telepathic fluctuations to secretly track them, instantly locking onto those two ordinary-looking figures in the crowd.
It was the disguised Xuanyangzi Sect Master, and the one beside him—could it be Honored Master Gu Changge?
"Honored Master is here too!"
A towering wave of emotion surged within Ling Canglan, his excitement barely containable, but his face showed no sign as he gave an almost imperceptible nod in that direction.
Then, a reverent telepathic message was sent back: "Ling Canglan, obeys the Sect Master’s decree! I will not fail the trust of Honored Master and Sect Master!"
He took a deep breath, and when he looked again toward the direction of the rift where the demon race had vanished, his eyes were filled with an icy killing intent.
With Honored Master here to hold the line, not a trace of hesitation remained in his heart.
"The passage is open! Enter!"
"Let each fend for themselves, and each accept their fate!"
Seeing the passage open, the crowd could no longer hold back and rushed forward, scrambling to get in.
First went the elderly eccentrics at the end of their lifespans, nearly insane with desperation, along with hordes of rogue cultivators blinded by greed.
Like moths diving into flames, they transformed into countless streaks of light, plunging recklessly into the deep darkness.
Then came the disciples of the great holy lands and the prodigies of noble families, moving under the guidance or orders of their elders.
They maintained basic formations, their auras linked and protective artifacts shielding them, appearing much more orderly—yet the fervor and determination in their eyes was no less intense.
For a moment, the sky was filled with flowing light like rain, a spectacular sight.
Just as countless cultivators were flooding in like locusts, several familiar figures quietly gathered from different directions at the outer edge of the imperial tomb.
They were Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang.
"Senior Brother! Second Senior Brother! Third Senior Sister!"
Fatty Wang spotted them first, twisting his body through the crowd with surprising agility, waving excitedly.
His scorched, hole-ridden Daoist robe hadn’t been changed, and his face was streaked with unwashed soot—he looked exactly like a mud monkey just crawled out of a stove, making nearby cultivators sidestep to avoid him.
Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu stood shoulder to shoulder, their auras steady and restrained. After their recent cultivation and consolidation, their power had clearly improved further.
Ling Xi stood slightly apart. Her aura had grown even deeper, as if she were surrounded by a sense of nothingness that devoured everything, making it hard for anyone to look at her for long.
"Xiao Pang, what kind of mess did you cook up this time to end up like this?"
Xiao Ruobai couldn’t help but smile at Fatty Wang’s sorry state.
"Heh, don’t ask. I was drawing talismans and almost sent myself off."
Fatty Wang grinned sheepishly, then his eyes darted around and were immediately drawn to the towering, mountain-like figure behind Xiao Ruobai.
Qilinzi Mo Yu!
At that moment, he had reverted to his true form—a horse-like shape but far more divine and martial, a head like a dragon, covered in fine red scales. His entire body was sheathed in palm-sized, ruby-like scales, with faint golden light flowing through the gaps.
Beneath his four hooves, faint clouds gathered. Though he stood silently, a faint pressure of an ancient divine beast exuded outward, keeping ordinary cultivators at a distance.
"Wow! Senior Brother, is this your mount? A Qilin! A living Qilin! How impressive!"
Fatty Wang’s eyes sparkled as he circled around Mo Yu several times. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch the flame-like crimson mane.
Mo Yu’s brow furrowed slightly, and an invisible pressure radiated from him, stopping Fatty Wang’s hand mid-air.
He glanced coldly at this loudmouthed little fatty with chaotic energy—if not for sensing his close bond with his master, he’d have already lashed out.
"Little Qilin, you’ve got great insight! Stick with us, and I guarantee you’ll eat well and drink well. Resources for cultivation will be abundant, and in no time, you’ll crush Wang Zhan underhoof with ease!"
Fatty Wang showed no sign of discouragement, patting his chest confidently. Then, blinking his tiny eyes, he gave what he thought was an innocent, wide-eyed smile—one that was actually quite sly.
"So, to show how sincere I am, can I take a ride on you? Just once!"
His eyes glimmered as his little plan clicked audibly in his mind. This was a Qilin!
A living divine beast!
If he could ride it for a spin, how awesome would that be?
At these words, the corner of Fang Hanyu’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
Even Ling Xi cast a slightly odd glance in his direction.
Mo Yu’s red-gold pupils contracted briefly, and he snorted two streams of hot breath laced with embers, hitting the ground in front of Fatty Wang with a soft "sizzle."
He slowly raised his massive head, looking down at this conceited little fatty beneath him, and let out a deep, warning growl from his throat.
If not for the circumstances and his master, he’d really have wanted to swat this clueless idiot flying with one paw.
"Show some respect."
Xiao Ruobai gently tapped Fatty Wang on the head. To Mo Yu, he said, "This is my fourth junior brother. His temperament is a bit flighty, but he means no harm."
Only then did Mo Yu retract his aura, responding in a muffled voice, "Yes, Master."
But when his gaze swept over Fatty Wang, it was still filled with undisguised disdain.
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?
