The three stood atop the heavens of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground, like three divine pillars propping up the sky.
Behind them, the mountain-protecting grand formation of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground was fully activated.
Three hundred and sixty-five spirit peaks all erupted with divine radiance at once.
Formation patterns interweaved, coalescing into a vast black-yellow heavenly curtain that stretched across ten thousand li.
The fleeing cultivators of the Central Continent dashed toward the curtain like drowning men grasping at straws, as if it were their only lifeline.
But just as they were about to enter the range of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground, Wang Hao steered the Great Xia Divine Ship, trailing behind them at a distance neither too close nor too far.
Yin Jiuyou's eyelid twitched.
"Your Majesty, shall we go in too?"
Wang Hao said calmly:
"If you're watching a show, you want front-row seats."
Han Shanyue said in a deep voice:
"But that's the Tianxuan Sacred Ground. They may not let us in."
Wang Hao looked confused.
"Did I go in?"
The crowd looked at the position of the divine ship.
The Great Xia Divine Ship was parked behind a cloud peak outside the mountain-protecting grand formation of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground.
The distance was just right.
Neither entering the formation.
Nor moving too far away.
The view was excellent.
They could even borrow the overflowing formation radiance of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground to mask their aura.
Xue Wuhen was silent for a moment.
"Your Majesty, did you already scout out this spot long ago?"
Wang Hao cracked open a melon seed that he had somehow produced from nowhere again.
Crack.
"I just like the scenery."
Everyone: "..."
The scenery was indeed quite good.
In front were three Transcendent Ancestors.
Behind was a rank-ten aberration in hot pursuit.
To the left and right were Sacred Ground experts wailing and screaming.
For an ordinary person, watching scenery like this might cause their Dao heart to shatter on the spot.
But Wang Hao watched with great satisfaction.
He even felt that this place could use a chair.
The New Emperor Sword lifted its head with difficulty.
"Master, I think I'm almost done digesting."
Wang Hao looked at it.
The swelling on the blade had already subsided by more than half.
The ashen death qi was wrapped in devouring black light, forming patterns resembling bone veins across the blade's surface.
In its original imperial sword qi, there was now a trace of eerie, icy sharpness.
Wang Hao's eyes flickered slightly.
"Can you unleash a strike?"
The New Emperor Sword grinned.
"I can."
"But it's best if I cut something big."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Wait."
The New Emperor Sword protested.
"Wait again?"
Wang Hao looked into the distance.
Ji Wushang had already torn through the starry river, closing in on the Star-Robed Sacred Master.
And the three ancestors of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground had finally struck.
The White-haired Ancestor raised his hand with a single palm strike.
The Black-Yellow Grand Formation roared in response.
A giant black-yellow palm covering a hundred li descended from the heavens, slamming down at Ji Wushang.
Ji Wushang looked up.
Greed flickered within his ruined aberrant eye.
"Transcendent."
"Even tastier."
Boom!
The black-yellow giant palm crashed down.
Ji Wushang's colossal body was finally truly slammed deep into the earth.
The ground split for ten thousand zhang.
Even the aberration domain was pressed down into a depression.
The cultivators of the Central Continent erupted in wild cheers.
"The Ancestor is invincible!"
"Slay this beast!"
"With Transcendent-level strength, what is a mere rank-ten aberration!"
But Wang Hao did not smile.
He simply stared at the collapsed earth.
His brow furrowed slowly.
The Demon Lord also said in a deep voice:
"Something's wrong."
"Its aura hasn't weakened."
The next moment.
From the depths of the earth, a black giant hand violently burst forth.
That hand grabbed the black-yellow giant palm.
Countless tiny mouths on the palm opened all at once.
Crunch.
A massive gap was bitten out of the black-yellow giant palm.
Ji Wushang slowly crawled up from the depths of the earth.
From his torn-open colossal mouth came a low, sinister laugh.
"Transcendent."
"Delicious."
The faces of the Tianxuan Three Ancestors all sank at once.
Wang Hao paused mid-crack of his melon seed.
He muttered under his breath:
"This thing... hasn't reached its limit yet."
The mountain-protecting grand formation of the Tianxuan Sacred Ground fully awakened.
Ten thousand li of mountains and rivers blazed bright as day.
Three hundred and sixty-five spirit peaks transformed into formation eyes, with primal chaos energy cascading down like a waterfall—each strand heavy as a mountain, each wisp capable of crushing a Martial God's physical body.
The Three Ancestors of Heavenly Xuan stood at the center of the formation.
The White-haired Ancestor held a primal chaos seal in his palm.
The Whisk Ancestor had tens of thousands of dao patterns emerging behind his back.
The Sword-Bearing Ancestor's ancient sword slid half an inch from its sheath; even before the blade-light was unleashed, it already tore through the fabric of void.
This was the Transcendent Realm.
Transcending the shackles of the flesh.
Transcending the mortal origins of the soul.
With a single thought, one could borrow the momentum of heaven and earth to suppress all things.
In any era, a Transcendent Realm cultivator was enough to found a sect, suppress an entire domain, and be revered by later generations as an Ancestor.
Yet at this moment, the three Transcendent Ancestors stared at Ji Wushang with not a shred of contempt in their eyes.
Because they knew better than anyone.
What a Level Ten Aberration truly meant.
It wasn't just a stronger monster.
It was a source of calamity capable of corrupting the very rules of a region.
If left to grow, it could turn an entire province into cursed land.
"Sealing Heaven Primal Chaos Array."
The White-haired Ancestor spoke.
His voice was aged, yet carried an authority that brooked no dissent.
"Rise!"
BOOM!
All three hundred and sixty-five spirit peaks rotated at once.
Deep within the earth, spirit veins were forcibly drained of their power.
The primal chaos canopy suddenly contracted, forming a colossal cage that trapped Ji Wushang within.
Ji Wushang glanced down at the primal chaos chains wrapped around him.
Then he smiled.
"Chain me?"
"You lot? Worthy?"
He suddenly exerted force.
BANG!
Over a dozen primal chaos chains snapped instantly.
The Whisk Ancestor's face went pale.
"Such a powerful aberrant body!"
The Sword-Bearing Ancestor snorted coldly.
"No matter how strong, he's only a crippled Level Ten."
"Slay him, and be done with it."
With that, the ancient sword behind him fully left its sheath.
In that moment, all sword hums in heaven and earth fell silent.
As if ten thousand swords had bowed in submission.
Only that one sword remained.
The blade-light was small.
Only three feet.
Yet it seemed to strike from the depths of time itself, carrying the edge to sever ten thousand ages of dust.
"Heavenly Xuan Aberration-Slaying Sword!"
BOOM!
The blade-light landed instantly upon Ji Wushang's fractured aberrant eye.
Ji Wushang roared.
Black blood erupted.
The wound that the Sixteen Holy Lands had desperately torn open with their lives widened even further.
The crowd from the Central Continent watched with boiling blood.
"It hit!"
"The Ancestor is mighty!"
"The aberrant eye is its weakness!"
"Keep striking!"
Behind Cloud Peak.
Wang Hao squinted his eyes.
"Fine sword."
The New Emperor Sword immediately took offense.
"Master, I am also a fine sword."
Wang Hao glanced at it.
"You're a pain in the neck."
The New Emperor Sword froze.
"Master... you're insulting me?"
Wang Hao said flatly.
"I'm stating a fact."
The New Emperor Sword was indignant.
"I will prove, sooner or later, that I am a good sword!"
Wang Hao nodded.
"Then first finish digesting that chunk of Emperor corpse bone in your belly."
The New Emperor Sword immediately wilted.
It was indeed still digesting.
Bone patterns on its blade grew more and more prominent, something like ancient dead energy churning inside, occasionally emitting a gnashing sound like grinding teeth.
Yin Jiuyou felt a chill run down his spine.
"Are you sure there isn't something growing inside that sword's stomach?"
The New Emperor Sword raged.
"You're the one with something growing inside your stomach!"
Yin Jiuyou said in a ghostly tone.
"I don't have a stomach."
The New Emperor Sword: "..."
Xue Wuhen delivered the finishing blow.
"You don't have a brain either."
Yin Jiuyou went silent.
Then he looked at Wang Hao.
"Your Majesty, they're bullying me."
Wang Hao watched the distant battlefield and said casually.
"Just endure it."
Yin Jiuyou looked utterly shocked.
"This is the emperor's grace?"
Wang Hao said calmly.
"I didn't make you reflect on yourself. That's already plenty of grace."
Yin Jiuyou silently crouched back into the corner of the deck.
But the Demon Lord had no mood to listen to their nonsense.
He stared at the battlefield of the Heaven Mystic Holy Land, his expression growing heavier and heavier.
"Three Transcendence Realm masters have Ji Wushang pinned down."
"But they can't kill him."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Ji Wushang is still holding back."
Han Shanyue frowned.
"He's been sliced all the way to his Chaos Eye, and he's still holding back?"
Wang Hao's gaze turned deep and profound.
"He's a crippled Level Ten."
"Crippled doesn't mean stupid."
"He was just born. He's not familiar with his own power, but he's learning."
"He's using these Transcendence masters to test his own limits."
The others felt their hearts sink.
That statement sounded even more terrifying than Ji Wushang slaughtering everyone in sight.
A Level Ten abomination that could learn.
A monster that could rapidly adapt to Transcendence-level power mid-battle.
If he were given enough time, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Boom!
On the battlefield, the three Ancestors of Heaven Mystic joined forces to suppress him.
The Mystic Yellow Seal descended, smashing one of Ji Wushang's bone chains.
The whisk transformed into three thousand white threads, binding Ji Wushang's limbs, every strand carved with Transcendence runes.
The Sword-Bearing Ancestor's sword light slashed relentlessly at the cracks of the Chaos Eye.
Ji Wushang fell back again and again.
His colossal aberrant body was covered in wounds.
It looked as if he truly might be sealed away at last.
Those Central Continent powerhouses who had fled into the Heaven Mystic Holy Land's mountain-protection formation finally caught their breath.
Some collapsed to the ground.
Some wailed at the top of their lungs.
Some knelt and kowtowed toward the Ancestors.
And some flicked their gazes toward the Great Xia spirit ship outside the formation.
"Wang Hao!"
"This is all because of you!"
"If you hadn't lured Ji Wushang here, how could we have suffered such heavy losses!"
A holy land elder suddenly roared.
He had lost an arm, and his face was full of venom.
Wang Hao looked at him from afar.
"Who are you?"
The elder's face twisted red with fury.
"I am the Enforcement Elder of the Purple Sun Holy Land!"
Wang Hao nodded.
"Oh."
"The one with the missing arm."
The Purple Sun Elder's forehead veins bulged.
"Wang Hao! You got three Martial Gods of my Purple Sun Holy Land killed!"
Wang Hao asked, puzzled:
"Did I kill them?"
The Purple Sun Elder choked.
Wang Hao added:
"Did I tell you to stand at the edge of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Ruins and watch the show?"
The Purple Sun Elder's face turned even uglier.
Wang Hao continued:
"Did I tell you to wait around for cheap pickings?"
The Purple Sun Elder opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Wang Hao cracked open a melon seed.
Crack.
"Since none of that's true."
"Then what are you yelling about?"
The Purple Sun Elder was beside himself with rage.
"You're twisting words!"
Wang Hao smiled.
"You lot watching me fight for my life—you called that reading the room."
"I bring Ji Wushang over—you call it diverting the flood."
"When you take advantage, it's all 'heaven-sent fate' this, 'destined opportunity' that."
"The moment you bleed, you cry that I'm shameless and despicable."
"What's the matter?"
"Is the doctrine of the Central Continent holy lands something you bought wholesale from your ancestors' graves?"
Those words spread through the air.
Many holy land powerhouses' faces alternated between pale and green.
They wanted to curse.
But they didn't dare push too hard.
Because they really did know they were in the wrong.
And more importantly, Wang Hao was currently only at Martial God Realm Level Two, but he held the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower, and that strange sword that had devoured an emperor's corpse.
If truly pushed to the edge, he might not be able to kill a Transcendence master.
But killing a few heavily wounded holy land elders? That was no problem at all.
The Purple Sun Elder wanted to speak again.
Suddenly, another roar of rumbling erupted from the depths of the Heaven Mystic Holy Land.
Even older, even more powerful auras began to awaken.
Not just Heaven Mystic Holy Land either.
In the far distance, a dozen pillars of light rose into the sky at once.
The ancestral signal talismans of every major holy land had been ignited.
The coffin lids of their Ancestors were being forced open.
That was the true foundation of the Central Continent, crawling out from the dust of ages.
The Star Sanctum.
The Purple Sun Sanctum.
The Primordial Sanctum.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sanctum.
The Nine Abysses Sanctum.
The Mountains and Rivers Sanctum.
The Dark Ice Sanctum.
The Solar Sanctum.
From deep within each sanctum, the Transcendent Realm ancients who had slept for eons were awakened.
Ancient bronze coffins trembled.
Divine source seals shattered.
An emaciated old man stepped out from beneath the earth, crossing ten thousand miles in a single stride.
A red-robed crone tore open the void, wielding a bloodstained, eerie umbrella.
An ancestor clad in golden armor charged forth atop a bronze war chariot, its wheels grinding the clouds to dust.
A headless corpse clutching an ancestral artifact was briefly roused by sacred secret arts, its remnant will rekindled, its murderous intent surging to the heavens.
They were not one person.
Nor were they a few.
The sixteen sanctums of the Central Continent — their true pillars of power, pushed to the wall at last, had been forced into the open.
Thirty-two Transcendent cultivators!
Thirty-two, in all!
Even if some were withered with depleted vitality, some at the end of their lifespans, some only half-crippled remnants — they were still Transcendent.
Thirty-two Transcendent auras descended outside the Heaven Myst Sanctum.
The heavens and earth seemed to bend beneath the weight.
Void collapsed layer after layer.
Mountain ranges bowed low.
Countless beasts wailed in grief.
Every martial artist below the Martial God realm was crushed to their knees, unable even to lift their heads.
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
