Gu Changge slowly closed his eyes, sensing the pure intimacy and gratitude emanating from the will of the world. A faint smile curled at the corners of his lips.
He could clearly sense that the world origin, now merged into heaven and earth, was flowing into the Great Xuanhuang World like a trickling stream joining the sea—slowly, yet with unwavering determination—repairing the hidden wounds in its origin and nourishing every inch of land and every law.
This was no transformation accomplished overnight, but a prolonged process of sublimation. As time passed, the world origin would continue to merge with the Great Xuanhuang World.
The concentration of spiritual energy would steadily rise, the laws would grow increasingly complete, and the world might even give birth to more ancient divine materials and unlock more sealed secret realms. In the end, this world would reach a level of splendor surpassing even that of the ancient golden age.
Meanwhile, within the Azure Profound Sect, everyone had long since been left utterly stunned by this tremendous upheaval of heaven and earth.
This was especially true of those cultivating deep within the Cangyun Secret Realm.
The secret realm had already been transformed by Gu Changge through supreme means, making it virtually a paradise blessed by heaven.
Now, drawn and empowered by the vast force of the world origin outside, the spiritual energy within the secret realm instantly grew so dense that it turned into a drizzle of spiritual liquid. Golden lotuses blossomed in the void, golden springs surged from the earth, and the rhythms of the Great Dao became so distinct that they seemed almost within reach!
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”
Several mighty and boundless auras successively shot into the sky from the deepest part of the secret realm, causing the laws within it to resonate!
They were none other than several of the sect’s ancestors!
Nourished by the dual blessings of the vast world origin and the profound Dao rhythms within the secret realm, the bottlenecks that had held them at the Saint King Realm actually shattered as naturally as water follows its course.
Their auras surged wildly, and all of them stepped into the Great Saint Realm—the realm countless cultivators dreamed of reaching!
“The Great Saint Realm! We actually broke through to this realm on the very same day?!”
The two ancestors’ voices trembled with excitement as they sensed the unprecedented power within their bodies, feeling as though they were in a dream.
And they were not the only ones to benefit. Every elder and disciple within the secret realm, regardless of cultivation level, gained tremendously.
Breakthrough phenomena appeared one after another, while cries of astonishment and shouts of wild joy echoed throughout the secret realm.
At that moment, the overall strength of the Azure Profound Sect experienced an explosive surge!
Gu Changge smiled faintly, understanding everything in his heart.
This was no coincidence. After awakening, the will of this world had sensed his existence and instinctively gathered even more favor and spiritual energy toward the Azure Profound Sect, which was most closely connected to him.
As a result, the Azure Profound Sect had become the place with the greatest fortune in this golden age.
Just then, a streak of escaping light descended somewhat hurriedly upon Purple Bamboo Peak, revealing the figure of Xuanyangzi.
His face held a mixture of overwhelming excitement and bewilderment. He hurried over to the stone table.
“Changge! You felt it too, didn’t you? This upheaval of heaven and earth…”
Xuanyangzi spoke rapidly, his eyes burning as he stared at Gu Changge. “What exactly is going on? Do you know the reason behind it?”
Gu Changge remained calm. He raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea, then said indifferently, “There’s no need for Senior Brother to be so surprised. The workings of heaven and earth follow their own laws.
“This is the sign that the Great Xuanhuang Era has begun. Everything is proceeding as it should. Just keep the disciples in order and have them cultivate in peace.”
Xuanyangzi accepted the teacup. Looking at Gu Changge’s calm, unfathomable gaze, he swallowed back the countless questions that had risen to his lips.
Steadying himself, he drained the spirit tea in a single gulp. The gentle spiritual energy eased the turmoil in his heart somewhat.
“I understand, Junior Brother. I’ll return at once and make the necessary arrangements. I certainly won’t let the disciples grow complacent.”
Xuanyangzi cupped his fists, suppressing the tumult in his heart, then turned and departed in a streak of light.
Yet after flying away from Violet Bamboo Peak, he could not help but look back once more at the cloud-wreathed summit.
An absurd thought, one he could not dispel, kept circling in his mind.
“Such an earth-shaking transformation, yet Changge is actually this calm?
“Could it be…? No, impossible. That’s far too preposterous…”
He shook his head, forcing down the impractical notion, and focused only on returning to the main peak as quickly as possible.
He needed to properly digest the successive shocks and ensure that the sect could advance steadily amid the tide of this Golden Age.
As the power of creation permeating heaven and earth gradually settled and fully merged with the Xuanhuang Great World itself, the world’s overall order did not immediately descend into chaos.
On the contrary, after the initial shock and elation had passed, an unprecedented sense of urgency and a fervor for cultivation swept through every corner of the world, from the sacred lands to the wandering cultivators.
Everyone realized that this was an opportunity rarely seen in countless ages. A single step ahead now meant staying ahead at every step!
Those who slackened at this moment might well be swallowed whole by the tide of the Golden Age.
For a time, thunderclouds began gathering frequently across the Xuanhuang Great World, and peals of thunder resounded without end.
Wandering cultivators who had long been stuck at the peak of the King Realm or at the threshold of Sainthood began attempting breakthroughs. Many survived the Sacred Tribulation and became lofty Saints, while others perished beneath the tribulation, reduced to a handful of dust.
The various sacred lands and ancient clans brought out every last reserve they possessed, pouring resources accumulated over countless years into the cultivation of their core disciples and the pillars of the younger generation without the slightest hesitation.
Although the Xuanhuang Great World appeared relatively peaceful on the surface, beneath it, the entire world was operating and strengthening itself with unprecedented efficiency.
And beneath this cultivation frenzy sweeping across the age, even older and more profound presences began to stir faintly throughout heaven and earth, eventually breaking free from their seals.
In the Central Continent, at the heart of an ancient battlefield designated as a forbidden zone, the ground suddenly split apart. A bronze coffin wreathed in chaotic energy slowly rose from the earth.
The coffin lid slid open, and a young man clad in battered ancient armor stepped out. His features were as cold and stern as ten-thousand-year-old black ice.
There was not the slightest joy in his eyes at the sight of this newly reborn world. Only the vicissitudes of countless ages and an icy indifference toward all things remained.
He raised his head and drew in a deep breath of the unprecedentedly dense spiritual energy.
“The Golden Age has finally arrived. I, Zhan Tiange, have returned.”
Deep in the boundless sea of the Eastern Region, beneath a forgotten immortal island, the vortex of a sealed sea-eye suddenly fell still. A woman in an azure immortal dress stepped across the waves, emerging from the depths.
A faint aura of innate water spirit energy swirled around her. Wherever she passed, the seawater parted of its own accord, and all living things flourished.
She gazed toward the continent of the Eastern Region and murmured softly, “The Water Origin Dao Body has finally found an era suited to its emergence.”
In the deepest reaches of the Northern Domain’s Eternal Icefield, inside a crystalline palace of profound ice, the frozen layers began to melt. A silver-haired man with hair trailing to the ground slowly opened his eyes, an ice-crystal mark gleaming between his brows. In his gaze, glaciers that had endured for ten thousand years seemed to flow.
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Each of these ancient prodigies and monstrous talents awakened from the dust of ages possessed an aura of unfathomable depth.
They might once have been the supreme figures of their respective eras, sealing themselves away for one reason or another before awakening upon sensing the surging presence of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Their return to the world did not cause any widespread commotion. Yet their very existence was like massive stones cast into a tranquil lake, stirring layer upon layer of hidden currents among the powerful and the circles of the most exceptional young talents.
A true Golden Age was more than merely an era of flourishing spiritual energy. It was a brutal age in which the prodigies and heroes of every era gathered together to contend for the sole path to imperial ascension!
Beneath the calm surface, a storm had already begun to gather.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
