Fight scenes are this rookie author's weakness, so writing them is slow—my apologies.
He’s dead for sure.
That was Blood God’s thought the moment he seized Li Mo in his grasp.
This body had long since perished, been suppressed for years, and was now further shackled by Ying Bing’s restraints. Yet, he still believed no physical form in this world could surpass his own.
Even the innate divine dragon physique of Great Yu’s chosen was modeled after his own ever-shifting form.
As for this brat who had barely crossed the threshold of the Fourth Realm? If not for that staff and armor of unfathomable origin, he wouldn’t even qualify to stand before him.
"Could those be relics from the Celestial Realm?"
Blood God had witnessed countless geniuses and heroes in his time.
But someone like Li Mo… he’d truly never seen before.
Just then, Blood God suddenly felt his palm grow searing hot, as if clutching a blazing stellar core—growing hotter still, as though it were transforming into a sun.
Within the bloody mist, the sky of another world had unknowingly manifested, adorned with six celestial bodies… no, seven. One was the Moon.
The seventh was—
"An inner realm projection? No… this isn’t a mental landscape… nor an external one…"
Even as shock flashed through Blood God’s mind, greed quickly eclipsed his wariness.
A real world? One even more tangible than the Heavenly Phoenix Domain?
Wasn’t this what the Nine Immortals had been searching for—something only Phoenix Heaven had ever come close to achieving?
Boom—
Layers of blood mist exploded from his palm, scattering waves of sinister, decaying energy.
The nascent world began to collapse the moment it descended, its destructive force unbearable even for him.
A treasure coveted by the immortals of the Nine Heavens was being destroyed—yet its owner remained unfazed, his gaze burning only with heightened battle intent.
Young Li knew his miniature world was crumbling.
Li Mo understood the vast gulf between them.
He was fully aware that the being before him could be called the progenitor of physical cultivation across all realms.
And yet—
He wanted to know what it meant to stand between life and death.
What it meant to face a cataclysm of heaven and earth.
What it meant to endure ten thousand calamities unbroken.
What it meant to grasp the profundity of the Seventy-Two Transformations.
Struggling to suppress the collapsing world, he drew all its tribulations and phenomena into himself. Then, shrinking the Compliant Golden-Hooped Staff, he drove it into his dantian—ensuring this foreign power wouldn’t instantly obliterate his body and soul.
He was no emperor, yet his burdens outweighed any sovereign’s.
He was no immortal or god—he was the calamity that would rot them all!
Lawful Embodiment of Heaven and Earth!
...
Above the firmament, a struggle for control of the Heavenly Phoenix Domain raged.
The commotion in the Celestial City had momentarily quieted.
Meanwhile, the Earthly and Mortal Cities had become grinding pits of flesh and blood. Blood God’s ability to regenerate from droplets spawned hundreds—no, thousands—of martial artists mutating into demonic abominations.
Those who had inherited the Celestial Race’s legacy were spared, though whether this was fortune or misfortune remained unclear.
"Wake up, damn it!"
Old Li’s roar split the air as his blade swept forth, a gale-force slash engulfing a white ape demon ahead.
The demon, its ferocity undiminished, charged recklessly despite the obvious disparity.
The result? A bisected corpse, its grotesque innards painting the ground. In its final moments, a flicker of clarity returned to its eyes as it gazed at Old Li with remorse.
"Young master…"
"What the hell is happening…?"
Grief and fury twisted Old Li’s heart. That white ape had been a family guard, a comrade of many years.
Yet when he’d come to check on him earlier, the ape no longer recognized his own wife or child.
Now, Old Li was certain—within these walls, any martial artist who hadn’t accepted the Celestial Race’s legacy was likely already…
Crash!
The gates of the Li Manor shattered. Leading the charge were two demons: a pitch-black bear and a violet-striped tiger, followed by dozens of other horrors.
"No chance in a fight…"
Old Li edged toward the rear exit—only to freeze as the back door exploded inward.
Not by a foot.
By a hoof.
His face paled. Damn it all.
A three-zhang-tall cow-headed demoness stood there, wielding a spiked mace. Steam hissed from her nostrils, her muscles gleaming like forged steel.
Terrifying.
She looked even deadlier than the ones at the front.
"Finished… I never got to see Li Mo marry, never held a grandchild… all over now…"
Pincered from both sides, Old Li was toast.
Or so he thought.
The cow demoness lunged forward, crossing dozens of zhang in a step, and flattened the bear into a pelt with one swing.
The two demon factions clashed—with the cow-headed side fighting brutally, even against their own kind.
"If they’re slaughtering their own, what hope do I have?"
"With this many demons, how’d they even split my scrawny frame…"
Mid-panic, Old Li noticed something odd.
That emblem on the cow demoness’s chest… why did it look familiar?
"Uncle Li, you alright?"
The cow demoness spoke while still mid-battle.
Old Li: "?"
Baffled.
"Brother Li Mo sent me to find you. The city’s too dangerous now."
"Oh."
Relief washed over him.
Soon, the demons bearing the Catchblade Society’s sigil had either fled or lay dead, brutalized by their supposed allies.
"Come with us. The closer to the Celestial City, the deadlier it gets. Safety in numbers."
"How did the Celestial-Mortal City fall to this… Will we even survive?"
Old Li sighed, then asked,
"That brat—he’s not with you? Did he leave already?"
"Nope."
"Then where is he?"
No way he’d leave without seeing his son first.
"Just look behind you."
"Behind…?"
Dong Geyu’s words made Old Li turn—and what he saw rooted him to the spot.
Within the Celestial City, two colossal figures clashed.
One, ink-black, was the same shadow he’d glimpsed earlier.
The other, now crimson-gold (perhaps once pure gold, stained by blood), stood unwavering amidst the apocalyptic chaos—a light unyielding even as heaven and earth crumbled.
Rooted in primordial chaos, he wielded a hammer and sickle.
Like a scarlet lightning bolt, he collided head-on with the darkness.
"That’s… my son."
Old Li followed Dong Geyu and the others, glancing back repeatedly as they retreated.
Had anyone else told him, he’d never believe it.
But a father’s eyes don’t lie.
Why did it have to be his boy saving the Celestial-Mortal City?
Selfish thoughts arose, yet he was powerless—left only to pray that the giant wouldn’t fall.
Meanwhile…
Perhaps because Chu Ge was fully occupied contending with Ying Bing for the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, Emperor Jingtai slipped his attention.
The spectral image of the Rivers and Mountains Scroll once more materialized over the imperial capital.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!"
