Chu Daolin defeated Ji Xuanye in a hundred moves and drifted away, leaving behind the grievously wounded, blood-coughing Ji Xuanye and a battlefield shrouded in deathly silence.
The news spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire Central Region at astonishing speed before rapidly reaching the four domains and eight wastelands.
“The Great Zhou Prince, Ji Xuanye, has been defeated!”
“A hundred moves! Only a hundred moves! He was one of the most outstanding young talents of the current age, a powerful Saint!”
“Chu Daolin—the Chu Clan! That family, which has remained silent for tens of thousands of years, actually still has such a terrifying heir?”
“An ancient freak! He must be an ancient freak who has remained sealed until now!”
The entire world erupted in uproar, and all sides were shaken.
The impact of this battle far exceeded that of an ordinary clash between young talents.
Ji Xuanye represented one of the most powerful imperial dynasties of the current age. He was a young prodigy of immense importance in this Golden Age.
His crushing defeat was like a basin of ice water poured over the heads of many ambitious young talents of the present era. It also made the words “ancient freak” seem more frightening and oppressive than ever before.
Yet this was merely the prelude.
Before the shock caused by Chu Daolin had even subsided, another astonishing piece of news emerged from the Eternal Ice Plains of the Northern Expanse.
An ancient prodigy had awakened from within the profound ice. On the very day he left seclusion, he sought out Leng Qianqiu, heir to the Northern Expanse’s Ice Emperor Palace.
Leng Qianqiu possessed the Profound Ice Sacred Physique and wielded astonishing divine abilities. Hailed as the Ice Emperor Palace’s greatest genius in ten thousand years, he had already stepped into the Saint Realm.
The two fought atop a ten-thousand-zhang ice cliff for half a day, shattering the mountains and rivers across a hundred miles.
In the end, Leng Qianqiu was defeated and fled while vomiting blood. If not for the timely intervention of an ancestor of the Leng Clan, he would nearly have been slain on the ice plains!
When the news spread, the world fell silent once more.
“Even the bearer of the Profound Ice Sacred Physique has been defeated!”
“Another ancient freak!”
“Could it be that this era truly belongs to those ancient beings who have remained sealed away?”
Fear and oppression began to spread through the hearts of some of the young talents of the current age.
One event after another seemed to confirm a terrifying possibility.
The Golden Age had arrived, and opportunities were surging forth. Yet the first to enjoy these benefits and use them to crush the people of the present might very well be those ancient freaks who had accumulated power for countless years solely to compete in this era!
The young talents of the current age, all under a hundred years old, would likely be suppressed completely!
“Could it be that after cultivating bitterly for several decades, we cultivators of the present truly cannot compare to the ancients who slept for countless ages?”
Some contemporary prodigies roared in unwillingness, their Dao hearts shaken.
“No! We still have hope!”
Some clenched their fists, flames of defiance burning in their eyes.
“Don’t forget the Eastern Region! We still have Battle Asura! He’s capable of fighting above his level!”
At these words, hope rekindled in the eyes of many. Yet it was immediately extinguished by more rational voices.
“Battle Asura is indeed an astonishing talent, rare throughout history. But he has cultivated for far too short a time. He’s probably still hovering around the King Realm.
“Against these ancient freaks, who have already reached the Saint Realm—or even the middle and late stages of the Saint Realm—the difference in cultivation is like a heavenly chasm. It is by no means something talent can easily overcome.”
The atmosphere grew somber once more. The absolute gap in cultivation was a cruel reality.
Just then, a voice filled with reminiscence and trepidation rang out.
“Battle Asura may lack sufficient cultivation, but what about Cyan Rakshasa?”
Cyan Rakshasa!
The instant this name was mentioned, the surroundings fell completely silent. Deep awe—and even a trace of fear—appeared on the faces of many.
Back then, outside the Imperial Tomb, the mysterious Cyan Rakshasa had defeated the Saint King Zhan with a single finger before the eyes of the entire crowd!
She had done so with such ease, revealing such unfathomable depth, that the terror she inspired far surpassed the displays of ordinary ancient freaks!
“That’s right! We still have Cyan Rakshasa!”
“If she takes action, she may not be unable to contend with these ancient freaks!”
“And there’s Sword in White. His sword is just as terrifying!”
The flame of hope was rekindled once more.
These mysterious young prodigies had become the spiritual pillars supporting the contemporary cultivators in their struggle against the ancient freaks.
Yet before the shadow cast by the ancient freaks could dissipate, another piece of news once again set the world ablaze.
In an ancient thunder marsh at the border between the Central and Southern Regions, someone had witnessed a battle that shook heaven and earth!
A young man surrounded by indestructible battle intent, seemingly risen from an ancient battlefield—Qin Wuye—had engaged in a fierce clash with another youth who commanded ten-thousand-zhang bolts of lightning, as though he were a thunder god descended to the mortal world!
Thunder and battle intent collided, shattering a thousand miles of territory. In the end, neither side could do anything to the other, and both withdrew.
The result of this battle left everyone dumbfounded.
Qin Wuye was an ancient freak whose identity had long been confirmed, sealed away since the ancient era. His combat strength was unparalleled.
As for the lightning-wielding youth, some suspected that he too was an ancient being who had been sealed away. However, the strongest experts could sense that the Great Dao of Thunder he had summoned was brimming with the vigor of a new generation.
It was entirely different from the Dao aura of ancient sleepers, which had been tempered over countless ages and carried a faint air of decline.
This was something only a cultivator who had grown up in the complete heavens and earth of the present age could possess.
He was no ancient sleeper, but a true contemporary prodigy who had cultivated and grown in this era!
A young talent of the current age had actually been able to fight Zhan Tiange, a powerful ancient freak, for over a thousand exchanges without victory or defeat?
This news was even more shocking than Chu Daolin’s defeat of Ji Xuanye!
It was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, dispelling the gloom that had shrouded the hearts of contemporary young talents. It proved that even without the accumulation of countless ages, the people of the present could still produce supreme prodigies capable of contending with ancient kings!
“Who is he? Which sect or faction does he come from?”
“Why had someone like this remained unknown before?”
“We cultivators of the present may not be inferior to the ancients!”
The identity of the lightning-wielding youth remained a mystery. No one knew his origins.
But with one hard-fought battle, he had established himself as a powerful example for all contemporary young talents and made the situation of the Golden Age even more mysterious, filled with boundless possibilities.
The ancient freaks had emerged into the world and begun crushing the contemporary generation.
At Purple Bamboo Peak.
Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Fatty Wang stood to one side. Clearly, they too had learned of the news from the outside world.
“Master,” a flicker of battle intent appeared in Xiao Ruobai’s eyes.
“That Chu Daolin seems rather interesting.”
Gu Changge casually swept his gaze across his four disciples, the corners of his lips curving into an enigmatic smile.
“What is it? After watching the excitement outside, have you little rascals grown restless as well?”
The four wore different expressions. Xiao Ruobai grinned.
How could Gu Changge not know what they were thinking?
“Go,” Gu Changge said, waving his hand.
Very soon, four obscure streams of light left Purple Bamboo Peak without a sound, heading toward the Central Region.
Deep within the endless starry sky, the Nirvana Emperor, Xing Tian’ao, who had stabilized his Emperor Realm cultivation, slowly opened his eyes.
His imperial might was restrained, and his gaze was calm, yet it seemed capable of illuminating the myriad heavens.
He took one step forward. In the next moment, he had already appeared silently before an ancient mountain range filled with magnificent phenomena and permeated by endless fragrances of books and Dao aura.
This was none other than Dao Repository Academy.
Three days later, at the first light of dawn,
an ancient and vast Dao aura, seemingly originating from the source of the myriad Daos, rose into the sky from Dao Origin Mountain, located at the very heart of the Central Region, without warning.
The Dao aura was formless, yet it instantly spread to every corner of the Xuanhuang Great World.
Regardless of their level of cultivation or where they might be, the hearts of all living beings trembled ever so slightly, as though struck by the sound of the Great Dao at its very source.
Then, above the skies of the Central Realm, a scene that would shake the ages slowly unfolded.
Endless runes of the Great Dao emerged from the void, converging into a golden river that stretched across the heavens.
Within its currents, phantom scriptures rose and fell. The voices of ancient sages reciting the classics echoed through the air. At the far end of the river, three towering imperial silhouettes—blurred yet radiating supreme majesty—faintly appeared, gazing down upon the mortal world.
At the same time, a calm and boundless voice rang out, seeming to reach straight into the soul:
“May the Great Dao flourish, its sacred flame passed down through the ages.”
“The Dao Treasury Academy hereby reopens its gates.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
