“Hum!”
In Fang Hanyu’s hand, the long sword finally let out a clear, resonant cry. A chaotic sword intent, as if it had come from before the heavens and earth were formed, from the return of all things to nothingness, slowly awakened within him.
He said no more. He simply stepped forward.
With that single step, the sword qi surrounding him was no longer incomparably sharp. Instead, it transformed into a hazy gray domain.
Within that domain, the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind vanished. The laws and order of the world ceased to exist. Only the most primordial chaos flowed there, slowly returning to stillness!
The Radiant Tiger Emperor’s dharma manifestation began to sizzle the instant it touched the Chaotic Sword Domain. Its radiance visibly dimmed and melted away at an astonishing speed.
“Impossible! My imperial radiance!”
Bai Hao’s pupils contracted violently, and he let out an incredulous shriek.
He could feel his power, his bloodline, and even the resonance he shared with the legacy of his forefathers rapidly draining away within that gray domain—being assimilated, annihilated, and reduced to nothing!
“What kind of monster are you?!”
Bai Hao completely lost his composure. He unleashed one secret imperial technique after another. Holy light transformed into swords, spears, and colossal towers, all crashing toward Fang Hanyu.
Yet they were like mud oxen sinking into the sea. Every one of them was swallowed and disassembled by the Chaotic Sword Domain!
Fang Hanyu moved with his sword, transforming into a streak of gray chaotic light. Ignoring all holy-light techniques, he pierced through Bai Hao’s layers of defenses and appeared directly before his true body.
The long sword gave a soft hum and thrust forward!
“No! I’m the son of an Emperor! I…”
Bai Hao’s roar came to an abrupt halt.
That streak of chaotic sword qi seemed to ignore all his defenses and the protection of his imperial bloodline, striking him directly between the brows.
Behind him, the Radiant Tiger Emperor’s dharma manifestation let out a mournful cry before shattering with a boom.
The dazzling holy light surrounding Bai Hao instantly went out. It was as though all his vitality and spirit had been drained away.
His eyes dimmed, and his body plummeted stiffly from the sky. With a heavy thud, he crashed onto the arena platform and fell unconscious, his aura weakened to the extreme.
Instant kill!
It had been a clean, decisive instant kill—one that could even be described as an overwhelming crushing defeat!
And the one who had been slain in an instant was the legitimate son of a Great Emperor!
The son of a Great Emperor!
He was no ordinary prodigy!
The entire world fell into a terrifying silence.
Even the sound of the wind could be heard clearly.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, as if they had been turned to stone.
Whether they were members of the present-day demon races, the Ancient Demon Court, or the human spectators watching the battle—even the Ancient Imperial Princes seated on the high platform—all of their expressions changed!
Shock! Fear! Disbelief!
Everyone was utterly numb.
Sword in White had not merely won. He had crushed the son of an Ancient Emperor with overwhelming force!
This was no longer a matter of victory or defeat. It was a battle that had completely overturned their understanding of what a prodigy was capable of!
They could accept someone defeating the son of an Ancient Emperor.
But to kill him in an instant—what kind of monster was this?
Even the distant bronze ancient city stirred with an obscure fluctuation.
Fang Hanyu paid no attention to the reactions around him. He slowly withdrew his sword, drawing the Chaotic Sword Domain back into his body.
His gaze swept across the Ancient Demon Court’s side, lingering for a moment on the grim-faced Ancient Imperial Prince and the other two figures shrouded in mist. Then he stepped down from the arena.
“Seventh match: victory to the present-day demon races.”
The Ancient Demon Court’s Great Saint made the announcement. His voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, breaking the silence.
In the next instant, the ranks of the present-day demon races erupted into earth-shaking cheers. The waves of sound seemed almost capable of overturning the heavens!
The Ancient Demon Court’s side, meanwhile, was shrouded in utter gloom.
The Ancient Imperial Prince stared fixedly at Fang Hanyu on the arena, his expression incomparably dark.
Who exactly was this man?
How could such an heaven-defying existence possibly appear?
Four to three!
The deathly silence brought about by Fang Hanyu’s overwhelming defeat of the Radiant Tiger Emperor’s son in the seventh match had yet to dissipate. The frozen air seemed to have turned into a heavy mass of lead, weighing down the hearts of everyone who had witnessed it.
Their breathing was being strangled by an invisible hand, and even their thoughts seemed to have stopped turning.
Then, amid this extreme silence, the voice of an old Great Saint from the present-day demon races exploded like thunder. It carried the exhilaration of finally venting his pent-up frustration, along with a faint tremor.
“Eighth match! The side that rotates goes first! Present-day demon races, send out your next fighter!”
“Whoosh!”
Almost without a pause, a cool, graceful figure condensed like a phantom and silently appeared at the center of the arena.
Cyan Rakshasa, Ling Xi.
Her elegant dress was immaculate, untouched by even the slightest speck of dust. The aura around her was restrained to the utmost degree, forming a stark contrast with the surging demonic aura of the Ancient Demon Court’s side, which seemed almost powerful enough to overturn the heavens!
This extreme stillness instead exuded a heart-pounding, unfathomable majesty.
A suppressed commotion spread through the Ancient Demon Court’s ranks. Bai Hao’s crushing defeat had been like an icicle piercing through their former arrogance and fanaticism, leaving behind only cold fear and bewildered disbelief.
The Ancient Imperial Prince’s expression was dark enough to drip water, and the aura around him rose and fell erratically.
This time, before the Ancient Imperial Prince could make any indication, another figure cloaked in nine-colored radiance stepped forward of his own accord.
Mist flowed around him, sacred and ethereal. In an instant, it washed away the killing intent that had permeated the arena after their crushing defeat, replacing it with a pressure of a higher order.
The mist dispersed, revealing a handsome face. His skin was crystalline, while his pupils seemed to contain visions of galaxies dying and reborn, of all things passing through endless cycles of reincarnation.
He looked at Ling Xi, his calm eyes carrying a hint of detached scrutiny, as though he were surveying all things from above.
“I am Prince Tui, son of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
The son of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor!
The spectators below erupted in commotion once more!
The Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor was said to have attained the Dao after undergoing nine transformations, each one an ultimate leap in the level of his life.
His bloodline was mysterious and unfathomable, ranking among the most supreme existences in the demon race!
Prince Tui said nothing more. Nine-colored radiance flowed around him as his figure gradually blurred.
In an instant, he seemed to transform into nine phantoms, each both real and illusory, and each radiating a completely different aura.
One was as scorching as the blazing sun, another as cold as the lunar abyss. One brimmed with vigorous life, while another was as deathly still as the ruins of the void…
Nine entirely different law domains unfolded simultaneously, intertwining into a vast web of laws that spread across the heavens and earth and descended toward Ling Xi!
“Divine Silkworm’s Nine Transformations! One Thought, Ten Thousand Laws!”
An old antique cried out in shock. This was the supreme divine ability of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor—evolving the myriad laws and restraining the countless Daos. Its profundity was boundless!
Yet its true terror lay in the fact that the nine seemingly separate phantoms of law were actually connected to one another. In the end, the myriad laws would return to unity.
The power of nine ultimate laws would be twisted together into a single force, erupting with a killing blow powerful enough to pierce through the myriad Daos and shatter all techniques!
Clearly, he had learned from the Radiant Emperor’s son’s instant defeat. He was giving the mysterious woman before him the highest level of attention.
The moment he attacked, he used the true trump card of his bloodline—a killing move capable of deciding the outcome in a single strike. He intended to rely on the invincible art of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor to crush Ling Xi through a storm of ever-changing laws and turn the tide for the Ancient Demon Court, whose fortunes had collapsed like a mountain!
Facing this all-encompassing, ever-changing law domain, which concealed a devastating attack that would ultimately return all things to unity, Ling Xi’s expression did not change in the slightest.
Just as she had calmly observed Wang Zhan’s earth-shattering punch, she simply looked over Prince Tui’s nine phantoms one by one.
The bloodline of the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor and the Dao of the Nine Transformations were indeed profound.
Unfortunately, he possessed only the form, not the essence.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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.
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."
