The mutual collapse and expansion of dimensional artifacts, ultimately detonated by a single hammer strike, even caused the external "Rivers and Mountains Scroll" to tremble.
Venerable Monk Huaikong's lips twitched slightly, his face filled with astonishment.
"Hmm? Abbot, when did you arrive?"
Murong Xiao leaned back slightly, then asked curiously:
"Is this your first time seeing someone stuff a dimensional artifact into another?"
As everyone knew, Venerable Monk Huaikong specialized in the Dao of the Tiny and Vast—the art of dimensional manipulation.
"Of course not."
"Oh? There’s another master? How did that person discover it?"
Murong Xiao wasn’t surprised that someone had tried this before. After all, the world was full of heroes as numerous as fish in a river—even a minor genius like him could think of it, so it wasn’t unusual.
But whoever did it definitely wasn’t as ridiculously wealthy as Brother Li.
"That person once obtained an extremely rare dimensional artifact by chance. Its space was vast, and its material was extraordinary, ranking among the finest of its kind."
"And then?" Murong Xiao grew more curious.
"That person was born in a perilous era, teetering on the brink of collapse, constantly facing crises and pursuits."
"He relied on that dimensional artifact to survive."
"When facing enemies, their fist strikes, arrows, and even... undergarments—ahem—in short, most attacks could be absorbed into the artifact and neutralized."
Venerable Monk Huaikong recounted calmly.
Murong Xiao rubbed his bald head: "That’s possible? Why didn’t I think of that... Wait, under-what?"
"Ordinary dimensional artifacts wouldn’t work. His was special."
Huaikong ignored the latter half of his question: "So one time, he accidentally absorbed an enemy’s dimensional artifact as well."
"Are there dimensional artifacts made from undergarments?"
"What undergarments?"
"Ah, I mean, what happened next?"
Murong Xiao quickly corrected himself, noticing his master signaling him with a glance. Following the gaze, he saw the abbot holding an alms bowl.
Oh. So that person was you.
"Naturally, something similar happened afterward, though not as intense. That person even turned misfortune into fortune, gaining some insight into the Dao of the Tiny and Vast..."
"So, Abbot, what did that undergarment look like?"
Murong Xiao asked with an innocent, earnest expression.
Venerable Monk Huaikong remained expressionless: "I’ve noticed your recent studies have been lacking. Copy the Buddhist scriptures ten times as punishment."
"???"
......
Under the imperial canopy.
"That hammer strike just now was quite intriguing."
Emperor Jingtai’s brows relaxed slightly, catching a glimpse of something unusual:
"It seems to share similarities with the Heavenly Sword of the Divine?"
"If he can harness this power to its fullest, perhaps the burden of repelling the Blood God will fall upon him."
Old Granny Yantian spoke, then shook her head.
Emperor Jingtai fell silent. He couldn’t tell whether the old woman meant it was impossible or simply beyond her sight.
Or perhaps both?
"This works?"
"It’s the first time something like this has happened. How should it be judged?"
"Since His Majesty hasn’t spoken, he likely permits it."
"I always thought it strange that Young Hero Li descended in the Human City. Turns out he had more than one chance."
"But if he reincarnates again, starting as a mortal, wouldn’t everything he’s done so far have to begin anew?"
The number of Celestials was fixed—only when one perished would another take their place.
In other words, Li Mo was either in the Earth City or the Human City.
As the old saying goes:
What’s the use of many attempts? Endurance is what truly matters.
......
Within the Celestial City’s trial realm.
Li Mo held Ying Bing’s slightly cold hand.
Opposite them, the unwilling hand withdrew into the coffin, and the sea of blood gradually receded into the alien soil, as if it had never appeared.
Yet the great sun, locked in confrontation with the frost moon, remained.
Earlier, the spirit of the "Rivers and Mountains Scroll" had reluctantly withdrawn its projection of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but it was clearly far more persistent than the Blood God.
"You can’t keep me here."
Li Mo spoke first: "If you insist on a resolution, I can just leave and come back in again."
The great sun trembled slightly, as if deep in thought.
The rule was that trial-takers who died had to leave the Celestial City’s realm—but it never said they couldn’t enter a second time.
Or even go in and out repeatedly.
After a moment of silence, it replied:
"You must still be in the Human City."
"No problem."
Only after receiving Li Mo’s confirmation did the great sun slowly fade, returning the night to the dominion of the frost moon.
Li Mo exhaled in relief. After all, this was a destiny-altering artifact.
If it had been stubborn, he wouldn’t have had many more dimensional artifacts to throw away.
Above the clouds in the night sky, silence suddenly settled.
When Li Mo turned around, he saw Ying Bing quietly watching him, her eyelashes dyed silver-white by the moonlight—sacred yet tender.
Fifty years before the first heavenly calamity, he had descended into the Human City intending to refine his inner world.
He never expected Ying Bing to accompany him through an entire, ordinary lifetime from start to finish.
They say that familiarity breeds contempt—that red roses fade into mere stains, and white moonlight dulls into plain rice.
But at this moment, with her hand in his, "Frostmoon" still held a faint glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.
As if looking forward to experiencing another mortal life with him, this time differently.
"Frostmoon, if I reincarnate again, how about I become a wandering blade-for-hire and roam the martial world?"
"Alright."
"How do you know I’ll recognize you? What if someone else accompanies me on my adventures?"
Ying Bing frowned slightly, then relaxed, her voice cool and clear: "There wasn’t anyone in Dawang Village, and there won’t be in the future."
Unbeknownst to him, Little Li—once Village Chief Li—had been under Frostmoon’s thumb for half a lifetime.
Frostmoon seemed unusually powerful within this Celestial City realm.
Was it because she held half of the Phoenix Domain?
Little Li, thoroughly outmaneuvered, felt his rebellious streak flare up:
"Who knows how things will turn out? Roaming the martial world isn’t like farming. Swordsmen are either emotionless or wanderers—and they love showing off."
His words echoed beyond the "Rivers and Mountains Scroll."
"Slander! That’s slander! I’m not like that!" Xie Xuan and Wu Chushu protested loudly.
"Then I... won’t be unhappy..."
Ying Bing lowered her dimmed eyes, pursing her lips as she looked away.
"Achoo!"
Li Mo sneezed, unsure whether his conscience was pricking him or someone was cursing him: "You’re already unhappy now."
"I’m not. The wind is too strong. I’m a little cold."
"Frostmoon, you’ve not only gotten stronger but also more childish. Shouldn’t experts grow colder the higher they climb?"
"It is cold. Li Mo, you’re the childish one."
Li Mo laughed.
A series of system notifications chimed—accumulated rewards from his time in the Celestial City, too numerous to count.
But he couldn’t care less, only finding Ying Bing’s expression amusingly silly.
Yet the moment the thought arose, warmth brushed against his neck—a ticklish sensation so vivid it felt real despite his spiritual form.
Li Mo touched his neck, certain a red mark had been left behind. Whatever Frostmoon had done, this seal would likely follow him into his next incarnation.
"??"
"Just a little seal."
Li Mo was joking, and Ying Bing knew he was doing it on purpose.
But despite her usual composure when facing the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains and the Blood God earlier, she couldn’t help feeling that this was a safer bet.
After biting, Ying Bing looked up at him, her autumn-like eyes rippling with faint waves.
Damn it, does that icy block think she’s got me wrapped around her finger again?
Li Mo rubbed the back of his head.
Huh, where’s my defiance gone?
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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."
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!
