The ceiling of the limestone cave was torn open, leaving a gaping hole where rock, soil, and flesh-like barriers had once been. The heavenly tribulation's lightning spread outward, slowing the regeneration of the bloody walls.
The atmosphere abruptly turned silent.
The Blood Refining Hall's elder, Tan Zhuyin, the male Daoist nun, and the remaining cultists all froze in place as the heavenly tribulation descended.
The power of heavenly tribulation, acting as the will of the heavens, was among the most destructive of all Dao paths.
This particular Dao was governed by Great Yu's Imperial Uncle, Jiang Qian. Thus, when they sensed the tribulation, they instinctively assumed a seventh-realm Sage of Mysteries had arrived.
"Ying Bing," Tan Zhuyin muttered in shock.
"I really want to use her identity for the Hidden Dragon Tournament," the male Daoist nun murmured to himself.
No one had expected her to be the one riding the heavenly tribulation, yet it somehow made perfect sense. With her jade-like skin, pursed crimson lips, and an aura so divine it seemed the heavens themselves favored her—even entrusting her to enact celestial punishment.
The Celestial Sword in her hand hummed with excitement.
Her phoenix-like eyes were sharp and regal, carrying an air of authority... and perhaps a hint of domineering charm?
It was a sight too dazzling to behold directly.
"Li Mo, these people don't seem like good ones," Ying Bing said expressionlessly, her voice as cold as ice.
Li Mo coughed awkwardly, nodding with a guilty conscience. "Yeah, otherwise I would've come looking for you sooner."
"They wouldn't let you leave?"
Ying Bing's delicate brows furrowed. "That does sound pretty terrible."
"There's a fifth-realm cultivator here."
"It's fine. This external manifestation doesn't seem self-cultivated. It won't stop me."
Her jade-like face remained composed as her lightning-laced gaze swept over the group.
The cultists of the Demon Summoning Sect all lowered their heads.
Li Mo instinctively reached for her hand but was immediately jolted by a numbing electric shock—reminiscent of Aunt Manbo's electrotherapy sessions.
Had this ice block cultivated some new martial art?
Strangely, the heavenly tribulation seemed to have a purifying effect, refining the body and expelling impurities...
His hammer treasure, sensing his call, flew back into his hand through the gaping hole.
"We got lucky—this external manifestation is weak, and you arrived just in time..."
Ying Bing's lashes fluttered slightly. "Next time, don’t run off alone."
"???"
The elder of the external manifestation realm desperately wanted to ask—
If it wasn’t self-cultivated, did that mean he wasn’t truly fifth-realm?
Am I even fifth-realm? No... am I even human?!
How dare these two third-realm cultivators act like this!
By now, he had realized this heavenly tribulation had nothing to do with a seventh-realm expert. If Jiang Qian himself had arrived, none of the Blood Refining Hall members would still be standing.
"What are you all standing around for? Enjoying the show? Attack!!"
A furious roar snapped everyone back to reality.
Weapons were drawn—some blocking escape routes, others encircling Li Mo and Ying Bing.
The elder naturally took the lead.
Gu Liuhen, the male Daoist nun, was practically trembling with excitement. No matter how he reshaped himself with yin-yang energy, he could never replicate Ying Bing’s flawless beauty. Every other renowned beauty, even the seductive enchantresses of the Joyous Harmony Sect, now seemed dull in comparison.
The mere thought of taking her place—attending the Hidden Dragon Tournament as the "Frost Fairy"—made him shiver with anticipation.
True beauty was something everyone could recognize.
"Li Mo, do you have any idea how I suffered those past two weeks?!"
"I’ll kill you!"
Tan Zhuyin’s face twisted in fury as the phantom of a sin-dragon materialized behind him.
He had long wanted to personally end Li Mo.
He had even messaged the all-powerful Heitu Immortal, begging for divine assistance in tracking Li Mo down.
Unfortunately, the lofty Heitu Immortal had ignored him.
"Li Mo, I’m invoking the third heavenly tribulation."
Ying Bing’s soul had already synchronized with his Lunar Intent, allowing them to sense each other’s emotions.
"Got it!"
Li Mo tightened his grip on the hammer.
BOOM—
The heavenly tribulation stacked upon itself. Three layers of gold-and-silver lightning cascaded downward in a violent torrent.
Ying Bing raised her sword, its tip aimed skyward, channeling the lightning.
The Divine Skyheart Sword Art was originally designed to replace the heavens, enacting celestial justice. Though Ying Bing had modified it, its core principle remained unchanged.
The terrifying lightning surged in waves, each more violent than the last. The electric currents transformed into rampaging dragons, guided by the Celestial Sword in her grasp, crashing down with overwhelming force.
The sword light bloomed like a thousand trees under the night sky—breathtakingly beautiful. The lightning carved through the world like serpents splitting heaven and earth.
With the heavenly tribulation amplifying its power, the sword finally revealed its true might!
For an instant, the cave was bathed in gold and silver, bright as day.
"You are the lightning, you are the light, you are the only..."
Li Mo snapped out of his daze. Now was not the time to space out.
Well, it wasn’t his fault—this ice block was just too unfair.
BOOM—
Gu Liuhen’s face twisted in panic. His body instinctively dodged, but the sword was too fast. The strike disrupted his yin-yang balance, sending his energies into chaos.
But the sword wasn’t aimed at him.
It was meant for the fifth-realm elder.
The elder, having dissolved his physical form into his external manifestation, was now part of his own domain.
ROAR—
A bone-chilling howl erupted, filled with endless resentment. Blood rain poured inside the cave, each drop corroding flesh and drowning souls in despair.
Where the blood met the lightning, thick black smoke billowed.
Heavenly lightning was the bane of all wicked paths, but it couldn’t fully bridge the gap in cultivation realms.
The electric radiance dimmed, seemingly on the verge of being extinguished by the blood rain.
Then—
BOOM—
Thunder rumbled once more.
The dark clouds had lost their original form, twisting into a vortex of golden lightning, gathering an even more terrifying, annihilating force.
"Is the ice block trying to summon the fourth tribulation?"
Li Mo instantly understood her intention.
Even with her peerless physique—for a third-realm cultivator—he had noticed the subtle tension in her lips.
The third tribulation was already her limit.
She didn’t even know if she could control the fourth.
Without hesitation, he recalled his hammer, channeled the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to its fullest, and lunged forward.
SNAP—
A split second before the fourth tribulation struck, he seized Ying Bing’s slender hand.
She stiffened, her bright eyes lowering slightly.
"Ice block, don’t be so reckless next time."
"I know you know me."
Her face remained cold, but her body—and heart—tingled. Maybe it was just the overwhelming power of the fourth tribulation, its mere approach electrifying the air?
"?"
The elder, now formless within his external manifestation, would’ve had a question mark floating above his head if he still had one.
The hell?! This is a life-and-death battle! You’re fighting two realms above your level!
Can’t you two take this seriously?! Have some dignity!!
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!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
