The palace at the highest level of Tiancheng was so lofty that one might mistake it for sitting atop the clouds, where raising one's head could pluck the stars and lowering one's gaze revealed the ebb and flow of Tianren City below.
"Finally, we've made it here."
Li Mo snapped back to reality.
His expression was anything but relieved—instead, it grew even more guarded and solemn.
The Divine Sword... something seemed off about it!
In the past, the Tianren Divine Sword had always been indifferent to him, even after he had mastered the Sword of the Common Man.
But that was only part of the problem.
The sword had undergone a deeper, more unsettling transformation.
Not a good one.
Once grasped, it made one unwilling to let go. Once held, it gave the illusion of commanding heaven and earth. Once wielded, it stoked the flames of ambition until they raged uncontrollably...
Yet, the others remained oblivious to Li Mo's turmoil.
Tianren City had descended into chaos.
The imperial capital beyond was no better.
"This palace hereby declares the appointment of Elder Hanhe as Crown Prince. Now, kneel before the Grand Emperor and receive the decree with gratitude!"
Shang Wu stood atop a table, gazing at the Map of Rivers and Mountains with unbridled arrogance.
Who wouldn’t say her precious disciple bore the bearing of an emperor?
"Kneel my ass! Shut your mouth already!"
Elder Hanhe noticed the Imperial Patrol Guards eyeing him with hostility, as if the slightest provocation would send them charging forward to arrest him. The old man inwardly groaned.
Damn it, Shang Wu’s the one spouting treasonous nonsense—why are you all staring at me, the Crown Prince?
With this head full of white hair, would I even live long enough to ascend the throne?
"Brother Li... I... you..."
Wu Chushu’s eyes were vacant, his mind seemingly locked in an internal struggle.
Smack!
Elder Zeng promptly smacked the back of his head, snapping him back to clarity.
You can imitate anything else, and at worst, you’ll just embarrass yourself. But this? You’re actually trying to copy this?
"Brother Li really took Tianren City without shedding a drop of blood," Xiao Qin remarked with admiration, feeling honored to have witnessed it.
The Thousand Forms Art had played a role too—Li Mo’s application of this divine technique had surpassed even his understanding.
"Thousand Forms" was a broad term, referring to countless martial intents.
Li Mo didn’t practice it alone. Instead, he spread the Thousand Forms Art to everyone, and in turn, their cultivation nourished his own—a mutually beneficial cycle.
"Hey, Old Huang, what are you writing?"
Murong Xiao noticed Huang Donglai scribbling furiously.
Without looking up, Huang Donglai replied, "Summarizing Brother Li’s success."
"Success in... rebellion?"
"Mm."
"..."
Murong Xiao mused that the Great Yu Dynasty wasn’t quite at that point yet.
Just then, someone pointed at Li Mo in the Map of Rivers and Mountains and asked uncertainly,
"Does anyone else think something’s wrong with Li Mo?"
...
Beneath the imperial canopy, Emperor Jingtai’s deep eyes held a trace of sorrow.
"The Tianren Divine Sword doesn’t just contain the path of the warrior—it also holds the path of the emperor. This is my fault. If not for this, Sujun wouldn’t have..."
Li Mo had only grasped thirty percent of the sword’s essence, with zero mastery over the paths of the general or the emperor.
Jiang Yu had walked the emperor’s path.
This was also why Jingtai had never held much hope for his crown prince—he had already walked that road once and failed.
As for the warrior’s path, no one had ever attempted it, for it was far too vast and chaotic.
Yet Jingtai frowned again.
"His current state seems influenced by the emperor’s essence, but not entirely... If Li Mo were susceptible, he should have been affected long ago..."
The emperor had tacitly allowed Li Mo to wield the sword, wanting to see if he possessed the will to resist its temptations—if he was truly worthy.
The answer was clear: Li Mo had no interest in imperial ambition. His heart was pure, making it impossible for him to learn even if he tried.
Unless... he had been pretending all along.
"Blood God left a trap in the sword," the Elder Matriarch of Yantian said gravely.
"What kind of trap?"
"This old woman can’t say for certain, but it’s likely far more dangerous than the sword’s original trials."
Seeing the grim look on her face, Emperor Jingtai fell silent before uttering two words:
"Immortality?"
He could ask because he had considered it himself.
For someone who had reached the pinnacle of wealth, power, and strength—what else could possibly tempt them?
Jingtai searched his own heart and knew he, too, would struggle to refuse.
If even an emperor couldn’t resist, then what of Li Mo...?
The old woman bowed. "Blood God and Li Mo are both beyond my divination. I discovered this too late—forgive me, Your Majesty."
"How could I blame you?"
Jingtai stared at the Map of Rivers and Mountains, his fingers tightening around his teacup until the veins stood out. The faint light in his eyes wavered.
At this moment, the ruler of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands no longer resembled a sovereign.
Instead, he seemed like a drowning man, watching helplessly as his last lifeline frayed...
Meanwhile, in the projection, the sword in Li Mo’s hand pulsed with a faint crimson glow.
Anyone with eyes could see something was wrong.
"What’s happening?"
"The Tianren Divine Sword was once seized by Blood God, tainted by his corruption. Could it be...?"
"Did Blood God leave something behind?"
"That’s the ancestral deity of the Demon Summoning Sect, whose influence spans the Great Shang and Great Yu dynasties—perhaps even older eras."
"Can Young Hero Li withstand it?"
The once-boisterous imperial capital fell silent again, countless faces paling in dread.
...
Within Tianren City’s borders, atop Tiancheng.
The bloody light from the sword grew ever brighter.
"Thank the heavens we never tried to touch that sword."
Many of the Tian Clan had entertained the thought, though none had acted on it.
Had it not been for Li Mo’s demonstration today, someone would have inevitably taken that step sooner or later.
"Hmph. He brought this upon himself," Pojun snorted, his expression conflicted.
He genuinely admired Li Mo, and even after being deceived, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity.
He’ll be alright, won’t he...? Feng Zhi thought anxiously.
The Tian Clan held back, unsure what other changes might occur. Besides, Mo City’s people stood guard around Li Mo, preventing anyone from approaching.
None were more frantic than Dong Geyu and the others.
"Li Mo, you—"
"I can handle this. Stay back."
With the last shreds of his clarity, Li Mo warned them.
Then, his consciousness plunged downward, his vision swallowed by the sword’s eerie radiance. Amidst the swirling colors, darkness overtook him.
"Your Majesty, your health... grows worse by the day..."
A shrill voice reached his ears, accompanied by the creaking of carriage wheels. He seemed to be in a moving palanquin, luxurious as a mobile palace, surrounded by an army with banners like a forest of spears.
A eunuch knelt beside his sickbed, reporting in hushed tones.
"I was just ascending the throne..."
"Where the hell have I ended up?"
Li Mo’s consciousness was already faint, and his current body teetered on the brink of collapse, leaving him unable to speak.
Worse, he couldn’t act of his own will.
All he knew was that he was no longer in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
It was the empire from his past life—an empire that swept across the world with unstoppable momentum, only to fall as swiftly as a shooting star.
How swift, you ask?
Well, the animation adaptation about this empire was delayed longer than the empire itself actually lasted.
The reasons for its collapse remain debated, but the most popular theory points to the sudden death of its formidable ruler. Many believe the empire perished alongside him.
The irony runs deeper.
This short-lived emperor spent his entire reign and the nation’s wealth in a desperate quest for immortality.
In the end, he died, the treasury was drained, and he left behind a legacy as divisive as it was infamous.
“I… became Qin Shi Huang?!”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
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."
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!
