Chu Daolin!
He was the first to step onto the eight-thousandth level, becoming the first prodigy of this generation to open the gate to true inheritance!
Immediately afterward, Qin Wuye’s figure appeared amid crimson light, red as blood and surging with battle intent.
Within the ice-blue radiance that froze the void, Xuanming stood proudly.
In the vast, profound glow where starlight flowed, Mo Xingyun stood shoulder to shoulder with the Frostmoon Fairy.
Within the golden radiance, whose blood vitality burned like a furnace and whose divine might was as oppressive as a prison, Jiang Ruofeng, the Divine King Physique, threw back his head and roared.
Finally, amid purple lightning radiance that tore through chaos and blazed with supreme yang and overwhelming power, the figure of the lightning youth Lei Dong stood proudly, surrounded by endless arcs of electricity.
Seven figures. Seven rays of light!
At Dao Zang Academy, only those who stepped onto the eight-thousandth level could summon the true-inheritance radiance.
And now, seven rays had lit up simultaneously!
This meant that all seven of them had obtained the qualifications to become true-inheritance disciples of Dao Zang Academy!
They were the absolute core disciples with the potential to reach the Great Sage realm—or even higher!
“Eight thousand levels! True inheritance!”
Those seven rays of light were like seven red-hot brands, searing themselves into the hearts of every prodigy still climbing!
Envy, yearning, unwillingness, and battle intent erupted all at once!
The second echelon was affected most of all.
They had just been provoked by the seven dark horses below, and now the true-inheritance radiance above scorched them anew!
“Roar! Open up for me!”
Shi Potian’s eyes were bloodshot. The ancient-bronze glow covering his entire body burned furiously as he braced himself against the pressure that nearly crushed his saintly body, as well as the demonic voices that struck directly at his Dao heart. Like a mad demon, he charged upward!
Every step he took left behind a blood-red footprint, the edges charred.
Ji Xuanye roared as sounds like the wails of a true dragon echoed from within his body. Yet his eyes shone with frightening intensity as he stared fixedly at the radiance above and dragged himself upward step by step.
The Golden Lion’s entire coat of golden fur stood on end, making it resemble a burning sun. Its ancient bloodline boiled to the extreme as it charged upward.
However, the natural moat at the eight-thousandth level was even more terrifying than they had imagined.
“Pfft—!”
A shrill, unwilling scream rang out.
Just as the heir of the Northern Region Ice Emperor Hall, Leng Qianqiu, was about to step onto the eight-thousandth level, the radiance of his Profound Ice Saint Physique could no longer withstand the pressure.
His entire body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, violently swept away by the overwhelming force.
“No! How can I stop here…”
He murmured as he violently spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs and shards of ice crystals. Then he fell toward the endless staircase below, his aura rapidly weakening.
This cruel scene was like a basin of icy water poured over the hearts of many prodigies who were likewise nearing their limits.
“Even Leng Qianqiu…”
“The eight-thousandth level is actually this difficult?!”
Despair and helplessness began to spread.
Several more renowned prodigies successively reached the steps before the eight-thousandth level. Some suffered the collapse of their Dao hearts and were devoured by inner demons, falling in madness. Others tumbled down in dejection, eliminated from the trial.
The scene was incomparably tragic.
In the end, approximately eight or nine people from the entire second echelon successfully made it up.
Shi Potian’s body was almost shattered from the waist down, yet he relied on his indestructible battle intent to remain standing.
Ji Xuanye’s imperial dragon aura had completely dispersed, leaving his face ashen, but the flame of obsession in his eyes had not gone out.
Xinglan’s aura had weakened to the extreme, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, yet his eyes remained clear and astute.
The Golden Lion’s golden fur had dimmed, its four legs trembled, and blood trickled from its mouth and nose. Even so, it still held its proud head high.
Yaoguang’s former Holy Son, the heir of the Lingxiao Sacred Land, and two or three other dark horses who had likewise exhausted every last ounce of strength and employed every possible method—
Once they reached the platform, they hardly had the strength to stand. One after another, they collapsed to the ground.
Some sat cross-legged, panting heavily. Others immediately took out pills and stuffed them into their mouths. Every one of them was wounded.
Their auras had weakened to the extreme, forming a stark contrast with the relatively composed bearing of the first seven.
But no matter what, they had made it.
They had crossed the threshold of true inheritance and become true-inheritance seeds of Dao Zang Academy’s current generation!
The entire Dao Origin Mountain had long since been battered nearly numb by one shocking sight after another.
In a single competition, more than fifteen people had actually climbed onto the eight-thousandth level and obtained true-inheritance qualifications!
This was a grand occasion never before seen in the history of Dao Zang Academy!
The Golden Age had arrived. Prodigies were springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, and at this moment, that fact was displayed to the fullest.
The Golden Lion forced its nearly shattered demonic body to keep moving. Its four legs trembled as it finally stepped onto the platform at the eight-thousandth level, sensing the dense true-inheritance Dao resonance that seemed almost solid.
Instinctively, it looked downward with the lofty, disdainful gaze of a victor.
Its eyes swept over the failed challengers below—those still struggling around the seven-thousand-nine-hundredth level, as well as those who had just collapsed from exhaustion.
Where was that Qilin who was willing to serve as a mount?
The Golden Lion sneered inwardly, its thoughts laced with pain and contempt.
It and Mo Yu were both prodigies of the Southern Region. Now that Mo Yu had chosen to follow a human, the Golden Lion felt that he had brought shame upon the demon race.
In its view, by choosing to submit to a human, Mo Yu had already lost his Dao heart and sullied his bloodline. Even if he possessed some strength, he could never possibly cross the threshold of true inheritance.
At this moment, he was probably gasping for breath somewhere below—or had already been eliminated, becoming yet another stepping stone beneath the Golden Lion’s glorious record.
A trace of delight appeared in its beastly eyes as it searched below for that red-gold figure it instinctively hated and despised.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Not at the seven-thousand-nine-hundredth level.
Not at the seven-thousand-eight-hundredth level either.
Still not at the seven-thousand-seven-hundredth level.
The Golden Lion snorted coldly.
“Did he fall? Was he eliminated? How boring!”
At that moment, its gaze inadvertently swept over the platform above.
Then its eyes abruptly froze.
It stared fixedly at the five figures—especially the red-gold figure behind and to the side of Xiao Ruobai.
Mo Yu.
He was actually standing at the eight-thousand-one-hundredth level!
And he was doing more than merely standing there.
Those five people, Mo Yu included, were continuing upward at a steady pace that made one’s heart tremble.
One step, then another.
They were not fast, but every step was as steady as a mountain, as though the staircase beneath their feet were not the natural moat that had nearly obliterated the Golden Lion, but merely an ordinary mountain path.
Mo Yu’s red-gold scales flowed with a warm luster beneath the radiance of the Dao resonance. His steps were unhurried, and his aura remained steady.
He had not even looked back at the battered figures on the platform below. He simply followed silently behind Xiao Ruobai.
“No… This is impossible…”
The Golden Lion’s beastly pupils trembled violently.
It had exhausted every ounce of strength and climbed to the eight-thousandth level in a state of near ruin.
Yet Mo Yu had not only arrived long ago with ease—he had already surpassed the Golden Lion’s current position and was continuing toward an even greater height!
When had this happened?
When the Golden Lion had been struggling and roaring on the seven-thousand-nine-hundredth level?
When it had been gnawed at by inner demons, howling in agony?
Or had it happened even earlier—so early that it had been completely unable to notice?
A wave of overwhelming absurdity and disbelief struck the Golden Lion, causing even its demonic soul to tremble.
It instinctively looked at its own bloodstained, violently shaking legs, then at Mo Yu’s steady, spotless hooves as he continued forward.
“Pfft—!”
Overcome by fury and aggravated by its already grievous injuries, the Golden Lion suddenly spat out a great mouthful of scalding demonic blood.
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."
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
