Radiant light swirled around them as the Great Dao resonated, giving rise to countless wondrous phenomena.
The phantom of a War God towered into the heavens. Sword intent split the sky with its sharpness, while a black hole rose and fell, returning all things to nothingness.
It was as if the heavens and earth themselves were waiting for them to take that final step and accomplish a feat the ages had never witnessed.
Yet, astonishingly, the three of them stopped in unison.
They did not immediately take that final step. Instead, they turned slightly as one and cast their gazes downward.
Toward Fatty Wang and Mo Yu, who were slowly climbing upward from the 9,970th step.
“What are they waiting for?”
“Why aren’t they reaching the summit? They’re only one step away!”
“Are they looking at that Fatty and the Qilinzi?”
“Could they be waiting for their companions?”
“Are they insane? This is an opportunity to reach the absolute peak! Being one step ahead or behind could mean the difference between success and failure!”
“Perhaps, in their eyes, the meaning of walking alongside their companions surpasses the order in which they take that final step?”
After a brief silence, an uproar of incredulous discussion erupted below the mountain.
Countless cultivators were shaken to their cores. Some were baffled, while others were deeply moved.
The leaders of the ancient orthodox lineages, meanwhile, wore complicated expressions.
Waiting for their companions?
They had to withstand that extreme pressure every moment. The longer they waited, the more strength they would consume.
In the face of such a once-in-an-eternity opportunity, what kind of courage and conviction did that require?
At this moment, Fatty Wang was drenched as if he had just been pulled from water, while the runes across his body flickered erratically.
He sensed the three calm gazes from above, each containing boundless power.
“First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Sister!” He grinned.
“You’re waiting for me? That’s a lot of pressure.”
He took a deep breath. Suddenly, unprecedented ferocity erupted from his eyes.
“Damn it, climbing this heavenly ladder is really killing me! Lord Fatty is going all out!”
The instant his voice fell, something within his body seemed to explode with a thunderous boom!
The Myriad Runes Physique erupted for the first time in its true form.
Buzz—!!!
It was not a deafening sound, but a violent hum that originated from the very source of the Great Dao.
In an instant, countless profound and unfathomable runes, glittering with golden light, surged into existence around Fatty Wang!
These runes were no longer a single blood-red color. Instead, they appeared in crimson, gold, cyan, blue, violet, white, black…
They were dazzlingly multicolored. Each rune contained an entirely different Dao essence, yet all of them blended together with perfect harmony.
They were not merely arranged or combined. They seemed to possess lives of their own, weaving, spinning, colliding, annihilating, and reforming madly around Fatty Wang.
In the blink of an eye, they evolved into thousands upon thousands of rune phantoms in countless different forms.
There were “Suppress” characters as weighty as mountains, “Slay” characters as sharp as heavenly blades, “Life” characters brimming with endless vitality…
They encompassed everything and contained the myriad laws!
How could these even be called talismans?
They were practically a living Dao canon of the myriad laws, constantly evolving without end!
“How can he evolve so many origin runes at once, even those with completely different or mutually opposing attributes?”
Someone cried out in alarm, their voice filled with terror.
“Impossible! What cultivation level is he even at?”
“What kind of terrifying control over the soul is required for this?!”
“He’s using his body as the furnace and his soul as the guiding force, evolving myriad runes to withstand the might of the heavens!”
Under countless stunned gazes, the myriad rune phantoms suddenly expanded.
They formed a brief yet dazzling domain around Fatty Wang, a realm composed of countless Great Dao runes!
“Boom!”
The tangible chaos pressure slammed viciously into the rune domain, unleashing a deafening roar.
Countless runes shattered in an instant, but new ones immediately emerged from Fatty Wang’s body and from the fragments of the annihilated runes, creating an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth!
Amid this cycle of collapse and renewal, the terrifying pressure was actually forced open by that frenzied rune domain, creating a narrow gap for a brief moment!
“Now! Go, Lord Fatty!”
Fatty Wang let out a roar that no longer sounded human. His body exploded forward with astonishing speed.
With the rune domain constantly shattering and reforming around him, he followed the gap that had been forced open and charged upward, rolling and scrambling as he went.
With every step he took, an ocean of runes was annihilated. His face grew paler, and his aura weakened further.
But he ignored it all. His eyes held only the staircase that was so close above him.
One step, two steps, three steps…
The runes danced wildly, annihilated and reborn.
Fatty Wang burned, roared, and climbed.
That sight was forever etched into the eyes of every spectator.
At last!
Fatty Wang stepped onto the 9,998th stair.
He panted heavily. “Lord Fatty’s exhausted…”
Almost at the exact moment Fatty Wang erupted, Mo Yu let out a heaven-shaking roar from the other side!
“Roar—!!!”
It was no longer a suppressed grunt, but a sacred and majestic qilin roar that originated from the depths of his bloodline!
Brilliant crimson-gold light suddenly erupted around him. Within that radiance, wondrous flowers seemed to bloom, golden lotuses surged forth, and phantoms of auspicious beasts circled him.
Mo Yu’s red hair whipped wildly in the air. His eyes shone crimson-gold, burning with an unyielding flame.
Unlike Fatty Wang’s explosive burst of speed, he relied on the power of his ancestral bloodline and the blessings of auspiciousness.
Every step was unbearably heavy, yet every step was unwavering. He, too, climbed onto the 9,998th stair.
Although Mo Yu was slower than Fatty Wang, the sight was no less soul-stirring.
“My heavens! They actually made it up!”
“That Fatty! What kind of monster is he? I’ve never heard of rune techniques like that!”
“The Myriad Runes Physique! It must be the legendary Myriad Runes Physique! Evolving myriad runes to resist the might of the heavens—this is simply inconceivable!”
“The Qilinzi is no less remarkable! His bloodline has returned to its ancestral origin, and auspicious signs have gathered around him! These are all phenomena rarely seen even once in countless ages!”
The mountain below erupted into complete chaos!
Shouts of astonishment, cries of admiration, and incredulous screams rang out together.
Fatty Wang’s resplendent and frenzied manifestation of the myriad runes, along with Mo Yu’s solemn and sacred empowerment by auspicious signs, deeply shook everyone present.
Beneath the absolute peak, on the 9,998th and 9,997th stairs, Fatty Wang and Mo Yu had each completed an almost impossible ascent in their own way.
Above the absolute peak, Xiao Ruobai and the other two quietly watched the scene unfold.
A trace of imperceptible approval flashed through Xiao Ruobai’s eyes.
Who could have imagined that Fatty possessed such strength?
“That’s right. He’s always been quietly following behind Battle Asura. We knew he was strong, but no one expected him to be this powerful!”
“Who could have imagined that this hidden powerhouse had been staying at the back all along? Once he erupted, his strength was actually this terrifying!”
“This is what a true dark horse looks like! Silent until the moment of eruption, then astonishing the heavens!”
“Even Wang Zhan is moving with such difficulty on the 9,800th stair, yet Fatty Wang managed to rely on a single explosive burst to charge all the way up!”
The discussions below voiced the thoughts of countless people, including many of the young prodigies present.
Contempt, misjudgment, and disbelief ultimately transformed into overwhelming shock.
On the 9,800th stair, Wang Zhan was shaken more deeply than anyone.
He watched his own feet move with agonizing difficulty, then looked toward Fatty Wang’s figure as he surged upward with the explosive power of his runes. A complicated mixture of emotions welled up within him.
“I always thought my true opponents were ahead of me—Battle Asura, Sword in White, and even the Divine King Physique…”
Wang Zhan’s gaze was deep and somber.
“I never imagined that this Fatty, who had always followed behind Battle Asura and seemed utterly harmless, was hiding his true depths so well. I had completely misjudged him.”
The overturning of his perception left him even more wary than the shock itself.
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
