"This is... the past?"
Were it not for the small, cool hand in his palm, Li Mo would have almost lost all sense of his own existence. The Jade Phoenix Deity—a remnant from a bygone era lost to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—had been stirred by countless phenomena, some still lingering in the world, others long vanished into the river of time, unleashing an endless surge of spiritual essence.
And with it came a sealed fragment of the past.
Li Mo watched as the coalescing energy took the form of a figure.
She appeared no different from an ordinary mortal, clad in robes woven from clouds and mist, her face obscured by an indistinct haze. Yet her gaze, filled with compassion, was unmistakable.
Before her lay a ravaged land, and a sun so dim it seemed on the verge of extinguishing.
As the sun faltered, chaos erupted across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as if the world would plunge into eternal silence after one final frenzy.
"This is no natural calamity, but man-made ruin."
Her voice was gentle, yet beneath its calm surface lurked a quiet fury.
"The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths cannot be without a sun."
"I am willing to forsake my chance at ascension to illuminate all living beings."
From atop a divine tree that reached into the heavens came the sigh of a man.
A three-legged divine bird—swifter than his words—had already taken flight, soaring toward the dying sun before his voice even faded.
But how could its power sustain the eternal sun?
And so, Li Mo witnessed a scene he had once glimpsed in an ancient scripture.
Countless golden crows surged forth from the divine tree, streaking across the twilight sky in dazzling arcs, each one hurling itself toward death to reignite the sun.
Across the vast expanse of time.
The divine essence Li Mo had never truly comprehended now enveloped him, immersing him in its presence.
And he learned the reason for the sun’s sudden dimming.
A mighty being from the myriad races, upon ascending to immortality, had stolen the Dao of the Sun—the very essence it was meant to safeguard.
It was not the only one. Many who sought immortality had plundered the world that nurtured them before departing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The Dao would slowly replenish itself; the world would gradually heal.
But it could never keep pace with the rate of theft.
And when a Dao was lost, all beings connected to it would fade, some swiftly, others over time.
The woman led her people across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, witnessing countless lands and races perish before her eyes.
One by one, she preserved their true spirits like seeds, etching them into her own divinity. Over time, her soul grew crystalline, like flawless jade.
At some point, she gazed at the moon, and Li Mo could almost see her gentle smile.
She spoke in syllables long forgotten, yet their meaning rang clear:
"Beings of the future."
"Are the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths... safe and sound?"
After whispering to the moon, she resumed her journey, her figure growing distant until it faded entirely from sight.
The vision withdrew from Li Mo’s eyes, leaving only an inexplicable emotion stirring in his heart.
He lifted his gaze slightly.
Before him hovered a radiant jade light—the source of all those phenomena—the Jade Phoenix Deity.
"The Nine-Colored Primordial Phoenix..."
"Did she leave behind everything she had before ascending to immortality?"
Li Mo couldn’t help but ponder.
Or perhaps... she had never left the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at all.
Wait, so the sun wasn’t formed from golden crows?
Back then, there was only one sun.
Then why do the historical records say the Great Yu Emperor transformed into the sun?
Little Li suddenly realized he had too many questions.
Was this something he should even be worrying about right now?
Shaking his head, he glanced beside him. The ice block (Ying Bing) was still lost in thought, clearly having seen the same vision.
Hmm.
Ying Bing was indeed struggling to snap out of it.
She had never witnessed these scenes from the Jade Phoenix Deity before. The only difference this time was...
Her gaze darkened as she turned toward the figure beside her.
Him.
......
While Little Li and a certain ice block were engrossed in their ancient movie, the outside world remained oblivious to their experience.
The gathered demons, unable to see anything, had been left staring blankly for ages. Eventually, they decided to speculate on the outcome.
"Let’s analyze this rationally."
A Great Roc of the Bi Fang Clan declared:
"Luan Bing is incredibly fast, and her combat skills surpass even ours. I’d say her chances are high."
"Exactly. If she drags Wu Mo into the sky and drops him, he’s going to have a very bad time."
"But Wu Mo has immense strength and defense. Did you see him clash head-on with the Rift-Sea Dragon Whale?"
Manbo scoffed. No matter how skilled you were, it meant nothing if you couldn’t land a hit.
By sheer durability, Wu Mo was the undisputed Legendary Fall King.
The Giant Whale Clan nodded in agreement. They never relied on fancy techniques, sticking to pure, unrefined power—yet they still ruled the Southern Seas.
The Bi Fang elder fell silent, then turned and barked:
"Are all us avian clans just a bunch of amateurs now?"
"Water Tribe fourth and fifth tiers, step forward!"
Wu Qing refused to back down.
"If he summons storms, how will any bird stay airborne?"
"I’ve seen her pierce the heavens, leaving trails of frost in her wake. If she uses that move, how will Wu Mo counter?"
"True Dragon bloodline lets him ride clouds and mist—his speed isn’t lacking!"
"He’s never once used that! Are you just making things up now?"
"Mastering frost isn’t something even the Qingluan Clan—let alone True Phoenix bloodlines—can do. Where’d you hear this nonsense?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Your beady eyes must be blind."
"Gah! Clan Leader Shang, say something!"
The avian clans turned their aggrieved stares toward a certain Qingluan leader.
"Hmm..."
Shang Qinqing spat out a melon seed and mused:
"I suspect our Qingluan Goddess might end up with Wu Mo grabbing her by the foot."
"Eh?"
Why are you undermining your own side?
When a bird gets its foot caught by a snake, the outcome is usually... well, predictable. Even for demons.
But before the aquatic clans could laugh, she added:
"Then again, if she’s determined enough, she might just grab Wu Mo by the head and shake him left and right."
Which head, exactly, remained unspecified.
But the avian clans nodded sagely.
Shaking left and right?
Primitive as it sounded, it was a solid way to break free.
Despite Clan Leader Shang’s habit of snacking and speaking in riddles, she was, after all, an old bird—her combat experience was vast.
"But after hearing Clan Leader Shang’s analysis... it’s still hard to tell who’ll win."
"If they fight like that... yikes. It’s going to be brutal."
"No kidding!"
The more the demons discussed, the more uneasy they grew, their hearts creeping into their throats.
Shang Qinqing smiled knowingly, as if holding all the answers.
Though her grin was more than a little ridiculous.
......
Within the Jade Phoenix Deity.
After the vision faded, the artifact—imbued with countless true spirits—remained suspended in silence. Yet its significance had irrevocably changed.
Did it feel... heavier now?
"You—" ×2
"You first—" ×2
Their eyes met.
The two of them fell into silence once again.
Each waiting for the other to speak first.
.....
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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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”