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?!”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
] 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.
