The Imperial City was Jiang Yu's answer to the fourth realm in the Tianhuang Domain.
In previous trials of the Celestial Path, this answer might have sufficed, but it was clearly inadequate against the Blood God.
Crack—
The imperial majesty emanating from it could not suppress the crimson might—in fact, it seemed almost laughable in comparison.
"I have witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties with my own eyes—more than you've ever read about in history books."
"Now, they have all vanished like the wind, yet I remain."
The voice from within the coffin echoed in layers, distant yet unnervingly close, impossible to identify as any known creature.
Any one of the Nine Immortals could disregard imperial authority of this level, let alone the Blood God, who had been suppressed by the Rivers and Mountains Scroll for countless years.
The radiance of the Imperial City dimmed instantly, teetering on the verge of collapse.
The next moment, the golden dragon coiled upon it soared back into the heavens, merging with the Celestial Divine Sword and awakening its imperial might.
Clang—
The divine sword descended, striking the blackish-green arm and leaving behind a shallow scar.
Jiang Yu reclaimed the Imperial City, freeing it from its restraints and letting it hover behind him once more. His dual-pupiled eyes shimmered with unshakable gravity.
He had just exerted seventy percent of his strength, yet all he achieved was a minor wound.
Blood gushed endlessly from the injury, and as it flowed, it gradually dyed the entire temple crimson. Soon, the blood rose like a tide, flooding the sacred halls...
Witnessing this eerie spectacle, Jiang Yu knew—only the Sword Bone remained as his last resort.
Threads of sword energy seeped from his chest, coiling around the Celestial Divine Sword.
"Ah..."
At last, a sigh emerged from the coffin.
Within its light-devouring abyss, a face materialized—indistinct, as though veiled by the forces of life and death. Only a faint red mole between its brows was discernible.
This was the source of the living dead outside.
The Blood God existed between life and death—neither truly alive nor fully deceased.
Only its two arms and torso manifested in physical form.
"You wield that girl's sword and carry her sword intent within you. A pity—though you possess this power, it does not truly belong to you."
"Hah... A royal heir like you will never grasp its essence. Your father glimpsed a fraction of it, but alas, he was dragged back to ascend the throne."
The Blood God's tone was casual, as though it felt no urgency to deal with the intruder before it.
Jiang Yu's heart clenched. With a darkened expression, he replied,
"You'll soon see for yourself whether that's true or not."
With the Imperial City in tow, he took a step forward.
Yet, though he should have advanced dozens of feet, the sea of blood surged violently. In an instant, the world darkened, and an invisible force seemed to push him back to his original position.
Jiang Yu attempted to unleash his sword energy where he stood.
But everything before him was now shrouded in an eerie, bloody hue.
Like overlapping shadows, the Blood God's form split into dozens of figures, all gazing at him from every direction with cold amusement.
"Under the gaze of dual pupils, nothing remains hidden."
Veins bulged on Jiang Yu's forehead as his dual pupils blazed with light.
He identified the figure whose aura felt most real and, without hesitation, unleashed a sword strike.
The Sword of the Sovereign—like a golden dragon soaring through the heavens, commanding all under the sky, yet tempered with the sharpness of the Sword Bone.
Thud—
The blade pierced the Blood God's body, yet its smile only grew more mocking.
"Greed for everything... and in the end, you lose even what was originally yours."
This was not the true Blood God.
The dual pupils had been deceived.
A gust of wind roared behind him—a blackish-green fist tore through the air, sending Jiang Yu flying.
He skipped across the blood sea like a stone, tumbling over a dozen times before coming to a stop.
"You—"
"Hah, do I seem like the type who only dabbles in schemes?"
All the Blood God's blood shadows spoke in unison:
"Let me enlighten you—half the credit for humanity's martial arts today belongs to me. The first body-refining technique was my creation. And the Sixth Realm's Divine Body—care to guess who defined it?"
"When it comes to the mysteries of the human body, none in this world surpass me."
Jiang Yu had no time to discern the truth in its words.
He could only ignite the blood of his True Dragon Body, pushing his spirit, energy, and vitality to their limits.
It was during this fleeting moment of vulnerability that an unexpected voice rang out:
"Ancestral God, I come to aid you!"
A bull-headed demon barged into the sea of blood.
Jiang Yu: "?"
Blood God: "?"
Their battle had shaken heaven and earth, even stirring the abyssal currents.
The devastation was not world-ending, but it was certainly beyond the reach of ordinary beings.
Where did this thing come from?
Yet neither paid it any mind. Jiang Yu, consumed by fury, saw only the Blood God—and the Blood God, in turn, had no attention to spare for this insignificant demon.
The Celestial Divine Sword transformed into a towering mountain that split the earth, a blade capable of parting clouds and dividing all creation.
With this strike, Jiang Yu surpassed his former self, reaching new heights.
Yet as the divine sword descended toward the Blood God's brow, the deity remained nonchalant, leisurely throwing a punch.
The motion seemed effortless, yet the surging life force it carried billowed like towering smoke, forming a vortex of energy.
Vast as an eternal ocean, it eroded all in its path.
The sword light was swallowed, and the vortex's backlash sent the Celestial Divine Sword flying.
The fist then became a hand, seizing Jiang Yu by the throat.
"Hahaha... A True Dragon Body—this is my first time seeing one. Thank you for delivering yourself to me. I'll gladly accept it."
Jiang Yu was not dead, but neither could he resist.
The blazing vigor within him snuffed out instantly as divine patterns flowed from the Blood God's palm, draining into its body.
Jiang Yu had a premonition.
The Blood God was deciphering the essence of the True Dragon Body. Once it succeeded, it could forge a body of its own with the same power.
But just as Jiang Yu teetered on the brink of annihilation—
The next instant, the Blood God froze.
A sword tip protruded from its chest.
The Celestial Divine Sword.
Jiang Yu was released, too weak to move, and could only stare blankly at the one who had delivered the strike.
Dong Changtian.
A mere mortal, yet in this moment, he had lifted the celestial weapon and unleashed an unprecedented brilliance.
This strike had truly wounded the Blood God, eliciting a pained roar that sent hundred-foot waves surging across the blood sea.
Every blood shadow of the Blood God was false—yet any could be real.
Dong Changtian's sword was the "Sword of the Self"—perceiving the world through his own lens, thus imprinting his essence upon all things. To him, everything in Tianren City was real, for he had lived a true life there.
Naturally, the Blood God before him was no exception.
In simpler terms—Erniu had made the Blood God real.
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."
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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!
