"Here it comes, the fight is about to begin!"
Fang Fan's eyes burned with excitement as he watched the intensifying tension within the Boundless Realm. Without hesitation, he conjured two small stools and a table laden with various Enlightenment Spirit Foods—delicacies that enhanced focus, alleviated mental fatigue, and fully unleashed the vitality of one's soul!
Though overindulging in these spirit foods came with side effects, it was a small price to pay. At worst, he'd just sleep for a few extra days afterward. There was no way he’d miss a single detail of this legendary battle!
Beside him, the weapon spirit Xiao Huan hovered, her form condensed from pure spiritual light. Her twin braids trembled slightly as she secretly maintained control over the entire Boundless Realm. Her clear eyes remained fixed on the vast arena below—an expanse so immense it could cradle the birth and death of entire nebulae!
Fang Fan was still young, his soul not yet weighty enough to grasp the profundity of this battle. So, it fell to her to perfectly record every detail for him to study and revisit later!
At the same time...
On the colossal Boundless Arena, two figures stood facing each other—separated by thousands of miles, yet as close as if they were within arm's reach.
Chen Yi gripped a massive black halberd, his five-star avatar standing as steady as a mountain. An aura of overwhelming density radiated from him, warping and stagnating the very fabric of the Boundless Realm’s space!
There were no dazzling phenomena, no superfluous traces of the Dao—only an absolute, unadulterated embodiment of "weight" and "force."
In stark contrast, Hu Fangyuan stood opposite him.
He tread upon a shifting nebula, clad in an ink-black Daoist robe, its sleeves billowing without wind. Within the folds of his garment, countless stars flickered in cycles of creation and destruction, while epochs of time waxed and waned in an ethereal dance.
An indescribable halo of misty radiance enveloped him, his Dao essence ethereal and ever-changing—now gentle as spring rain, now fierce as autumn gales, now unfathomable as the abyss, now boundless as the sea. A myriad of Great Daos and a thousand divine abilities seemed to flow effortlessly from his fingertips, intertwining to form an intricate domain of unfathomable laws!
"Ready, Black Soil?"
Chen Yi cracked his neck, tightening his grip on the halberd as he pointed it lazily at Hu Fangyuan.
"Are you ready? Don’t cry foul when I strike first," Hu Fangyuan replied flatly, his ink-black robe fluttering despite the absence of wind. His long hair cascaded down his back, his deep eyes carrying three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts sheer nonchalance.
"Oh ho?" Chen Yi smirked. "Then come at me. I can take it—just make sure you put some real—"
BOOM!!!
Without warning, without preamble—as if time itself had been abruptly severed—the space before Chen Yi collapsed into a yawning abyss of absolute darkness!
This was no ordinary black hole with a tangible core, but a manifestation of "nothingness" itself—a void where neither time nor space existed, where all matter was annihilated.
A terrifying suction force erupted, attempting to drag Chen Yi and the very space beneath him into eternal oblivion!
"Not bad. But just ‘not bad.’"
Chen Yi’s eyes sharpened as he swung his halberd downward in the crudest, most straightforward response imaginable.
CRACK!!!
The halberd plunged into the dark abyss, its sheer force and density obliterating the very concept of "nothingness" within. The all-consuming void shattered like fragile foam under the onslaught of this unreasonable, tyrannical power!
And the halberd didn’t stop there—it surged straight toward Hu Fangyuan!
"This... how am I supposed to learn from this? I can’t even comprehend what just happened!"
Fang Fan’s jaw hung slack, his mind blank except for the terrifying image of that halberd obliterating the abyss replaying on loop.
"Fang Fan, focus! Don’t fixate on the Venerable’s halberd—that thing’s a monstrosity beyond learning. Watch Hu Fangyuan’s Dao techniques instead!"
The Xuanji Ring’s spirit chided him lightly while squeezing the juice of an Enlightenment Fruit straight into Fang Fan’s gaping mouth, helping him digest it swiftly to clear his mind and shake off the shock.
Meanwhile...
On the Boundless Arena...
Hu Fangyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, unsurprised that Chen Yi had shattered the Void Abyss so effortlessly.
This was merely an appetizer—a test to gauge the depths of Chen Yi’s avatar.
As Chen Yi’s halberd tore through the abyss and hurtled toward him, Hu Fangyuan finally moved, his hands forming a series of seals before his chest. His fingers blurred into countless afterimages—so fast that even slowed down ten thousand times, Fang Fan still couldn’t follow the motions!
SHING! SHING SHING! SHING SHING SHING!!!
The crisp resonance of blades filled the void!
Thousands upon thousands of sword energies—each forged from the pure essence of time—materialized out of thin air. They not only halted the black halberd’s advance but also densely packed the space around Chen Yi!
Though these countless "Spring and Autumn Sword Radiances" appeared chaotic, they followed an esoteric, unfathomable trajectory, weaving together into an impenetrable net of blades!
Time is the sharpest edge; the ages sever all things.
Force may shatter ten thousand techniques, but none can surpass the flow of time!
Chen Yi was instantly locked in place, with no room to escape.
Yet, faced with this sword net capable of reducing an entire Great World to primordial chaos, Chen Yi remained utterly unfazed—even amused.
"What’s this move called?" he asked with genuine curiosity.
Hu Fangyuan slowly raised his palm and replied calmly, "Divine Dao Killing Technique—Palm of... the Spring and Autumn Sword."
Before the words even finished, his fingers clenched!
The colossal net of time-forged blades descended upon Chen Yi like a guillotine!
Where the sword net passed, the Boundless Space was silently sliced into countless tiny fragments, only to disintegrate moments later under the erosion of temporal laws!
Chen Yi’s expression finally turned serious.
He was getting serious now.
Originally gripping the halberd with one hand, he now clasped it with both.
The dormant Calamity Warding Halberd emitted a low, resonant hum—like a primordial beast stirring from slumber!
The halberd moved with Chen Yi’s will, executing the simplest of motions—a single, sweeping slash!
BOOOOM!!!
The sheer force of the swing compressed space itself, producing a deafening groan of protest!
A crescent-shaped wave of pure, unadulterated power—forged from sheer force and indomitable will—erupted outward, carving a perfect arc toward the descending sword net!
There was no earth-shattering collision—only the shrill screech of blades being sheared apart and the dull thuds of impact.
SHHHHK! CRACK! SNAP!
Where the crescent force passed, the Spring and Autumn Sword Radiances shattered like glass against stone!
The net of temporal blades was forcibly torn open, leaving a massive breach in its wake!
"Whew."
"That move’s actually pretty damn good. Took ninety percent of my strength to break it."
"Still, Black Soil, I gotta say—‘Palm of the Spring and Autumn Sword’ doesn’t sound great. How about I rename it for you? Let’s call it... Five-Finger Fist Heart Sword!"
Chen Yi dashed forward, pressing the halberd against Hu Fangyuan’s face with a grin.
"You do know you can’t let me get this close, right? If I’m in your face, you’ve already lost. Unless... you wanted me to get this close?"
Hu Fangyuan smirked, one hand resting before his chest, the other raised high above his head. He enunciated each word clearly:
"Five. Finger. Fist. Heart. Sword."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
