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?
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
] [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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
