Outside the altar, the figures of the law enforcement squad had already appeared at the edge of the barrier.
Gu Changge's avatar turned his head to glance at them, a cold sneer curving the corners of his mouth.
"Perfect timing. Let them know the price of touching my disciple."
Before his voice faded, Gu Changge used his finger as a sword. A streak of sword qi shot into the sky like a cascading waterfall, and screams instantly echoed one after another from outside the forbidden ground.
The three elders were frightened out of their wits and turned to flee, but they were pinned in place by the invisible sword qi, unable to move. As the sword qi swept past, their bodies instantly turned into nothingness.
The young man looked at the extended hand, then touched his healed chest. He suddenly clenched his fists and bowed deeply to the avatar.
On his bloodstained face, an inextinguishable sharpness ignited for the first time: "Disciple Fang Hanyu pays respects to Master!"
"Boom—!"
Outside the forbidden ground's barrier, which was shattering like glass, a figure dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe stepped through the air.
The oppressive aura of the Saint Realm surged like a vast ocean, causing crushed stones to levitate wherever he passed. This was precisely the Sacred Lord of the Great Yan Sacred Land.
He was followed by two grey-robed elders whose auras were equally unfathomable, clearly also in the Saint Realm.
"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my Great Yan Sacred Land!"
The Sacred Lord's gaze was like lightning, but when it landed on Gu Changge's avatar, his pupils suddenly shrank.
That azure-robed figure was clearly just an avatar, yet it made him tremble to the marrow of his bones, as if he were facing the primordial chaos that split the heavens and the earth.
Gu Changge's avatar didn't even lift his eyelids. With a light flick of his fingertip, a wisp of sword qi pierced through the void.
The defensive artifact "Heavenly Yan Shield" summoned by the Sacred Lord was instantly covered in cracks. He himself suffered a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood with a "pfft."
He was actually forced to retreat again and again by this invisible sword qi, eventually falling to his knees with a heavy thud, smashing two deep trenches into the ground.
"The, the Sacred Lord is kneeling?"
"That's the Saint Realm! How could..."
The law enforcement disciples who had rushed over were dumbfounded, the artifacts in their hands clattering to the ground.
They had never imagined that their usually invincible Sacred Lord would perform such a great bow to a young man.
Seeing this, the two Saint Realm elders who had followed him were scared out of their wits. Just as they were about to turn and run, they were locked onto by Gu Changge's divine sense.
That divine sense pressed down on them like billions of tons of boulders. The two fell to their knees with heavy thuds, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, lacking even the courage to raise their heads.
"The Great Yan Sacred Land only amounts to this much capability?"
Gu Changge's avatar slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three kneeling figures, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather.
"Indulging your elders in plundering the physiques of disciples, I'm afraid your seat as the Sacred Lord is not very stable."
The Sacred Lord trembled all over, his lips quivering, unable to speak a word.
He could feel that with just a single thought from the other party, his Saint Realm cultivation would be reduced to flying ash.
When did such a figure appear in this world? It felt as if he were facing a Great Emperor.
Gu Changge didn't look at him again, turning his head to Fang Hanyu, who had just stood up.
"These people, should I wipe them out for you now, or leave them for you to take your own revenge in the future?"
Fang Hanyu clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, the chaotic sword qi in his chest boiling with anger: "Master, this disciple wants to take this revenge personally! But they damaged my origin and humiliated my parents. Today's debt cannot go unsettled!"
"Ambitious."
The corners of Gu Changge's avatar's mouth curled up slightly.
"Since that is the case, your master will help you collect some interest first."
Right at this moment, the Sacred Lord of the Great Yan Sacred Land suddenly gave a loud shout.
"I request the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon!"
A humming sound suddenly resonated from the depths of the Great Yan Sacred Land—nine mountain-suppressing stone steles lit up simultaneously. The runes on the steles slithered like living creatures, drawing the Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon "Heavenly Yan Sword" hidden in the earth vein to slowly rise into the air.
The sword body was entangled with chains formed from the essence blood of Saints. Although not fully activated, it already exuded an oppressive aura capable of tearing heaven and earth apart.
"Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon?"
Gu Changge's avatar cast a glance upward and pressed down lightly with his fingertip.
That Emperor Weapon, which was just about to awaken, was suddenly struck as if by a heavy hammer. With a loud clang, it smashed back into the ground. The runes on the sword instantly dimmed, causing the earth vein itself to tremble three times before returning to absolute stillness.
This effortless move shocked the Sacred Lord to his core.
The Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon was the foundation of the Sacred Land, yet the other party suppressed it entirely with just his aura. Such strength had long surpassed his comprehension!
"Who exactly are you?"
The Sacred Lord's voice trembled, his fists beneath the purple-gold Daoist robe clenched tightly.
Gu Changge's avatar did not answer. Instead, his gaze pierced through the rock layers of the forbidden ground, looking toward the Immortal Burial Abyss in the deepest part of the Sacred Land.
There, several ancient auras were quietly awakening. Evidently, the secluded patriarchs of the Sacred Land had sensed the crisis and were preparing to break their seals and emerge.
However, when those gazes collided with Gu Changge's divine sense, the awakening auras suddenly stiffened, then shrank back to the bottom of the abyss like frightened rabbits.
Even the seals of the Immortal Burial Abyss were reinforced by thirty percent, as if they had never awakened at all.
"Hmph, they hide rather quickly."
Gu Changge's avatar chuckled softly and withdrew his gaze.
They were just a few Great Saints lingering on their last breath, yet they dared to act presumptuously before him.
Immediately after, Gu Changge pointed his fingertip lightly at the kneeling Sacred Lord.
The Sacred Lord's pupils shrank drastically. He tried to circulate his spiritual energy to resist, but found that his Saint origin was frozen like ice. He could only watch helplessly as a streak of azure light pierced through his glabella.
This Sacred Lord, who had dominated the Yu Province for a millennium, was turned to ash before he could even let out a scream.
"Sacred Lord!" The two Saint Realm elders were scared out of their wits, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Gu Changge's avatar's expression remained unchanged as his fingertip moved again.
Two flashes of azure light swept past, and the two Saint Realm elders were similarly reduced to fine powder, not even leaving a trace of their divine souls behind.
Just as Gu Changge was about to leave with Fang Hanyu, he noticed a young man in brocade clothes among the crowd, surrounded by a halo of high-grade Saint-level aptitude. It was precisely the Holy Son of the Great Yan Sacred Land.
He held a flowing light longsword, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge. He was clearly a favored child of heaven upon whom great hopes were placed.
"Oh? Still a fish that slipped the net."
Gu Changge's avatar glanced at him. Under his Delusion-Shattering Divine Eyes, the young man's status panel actually faintly revealed the golden halo of destiny.
Could he be a Child of Destiny?
He chuckled lightly: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river? I have no interest in this kind of drama."
Before the Holy Son could react, a streak of azure light had already pierced through his heart.
The young man looked down in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, the hatred in his eyes gradually freezing—even in death, he couldn't understand why he, a Holy Son with Saint-level aptitude and the mandate of heaven, was viewed as nothing but an ant in the eyes of the other party.
The law enforcement disciples slumped to the ground, looking at the azure-robed figure as if looking at an incomprehensible demon god.
Even Saint Realm experts could be casually obliterated. Just what kind of terrifying existence was this?
Fang Hanyu stood in place, looking at the enemies turned to ash, and suddenly bowed deeply to Gu Changge's avatar.
At this moment, he truly understood what kind of invincible master he had taken.
Gu Changge's avatar patted his shoulder: "Let's go. As for the remaining trash, we'll leave them for you to deal with later..."
As his voice faded, the azure-robed figure and Fang Hanyu disappeared from the forbidden ground.
Inside and outside the forbidden ground, there was a deathly silence...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
