The sky over Ziyang Holy Land was red.
It was not the glow of sunset.
It was the blood-red light cast by the burning mountain gate.
When the Great Xia spirit ark arrived outside Ziyang Holy Land, Wang Hao saw a scene horrific enough to be recorded in the annals of Central Continent’s nightmares.
Ten thousand miles of violet qi had collapsed.
Seventy of the ninety-nine Ziyang Divine Peaks had been severed.
The holy land’s protective grand formation looked as though it had been bitten by an invisible maw, with black pus still clinging to the edges of the breach.
Of the nine violet suns that had once symbolized Ziyang Holy Land’s inheritance, five had already gone out. The remaining four had been corrupted by the eerie domain, turning into rotten, violet-black eyeballs.
Within the mountain gate—
Corpses lay everywhere.
Some disciples had died kneeling on the steps, swords still clutched in their hands.
Some elders had been dragged halfway into black coffins, leaving only their upper bodies crawling across the ground.
Some spirit beasts had gone mad, repeatedly slamming into the mountains. Even after their skulls had shattered, they still refused to stop.
Farther away, Ji Wushang’s tenth-level eerie domain had become a black ocean, covering the core region of Ziyang Holy Land.
Thirty Transcendent Ancestors were battling him within it.
Every clash shattered a divine peak.
Every surge of the eerie domain turned tens of thousands of holy land cultivators into monsters.
Zi Yang Holy Lord stood before the holy land’s ancestral hall, his face filled with despair.
“Ancestors!”
“Save Ziyang!”
But his voice was soon swallowed by the darkness.
Ji Wushang paid him no attention.
More precisely, in Ji Wushang’s eyes, anything below the Martial God realm was nothing but minced meat.
Martial Gods were merely larger pieces of meat.
Only those in the Transcendent realm qualified as the main course.
The holy land’s spiritual veins, the aura of its ancestral artifacts, its slumbering ancestors, and the blood qi accumulated by generations of cultivators—those were the true feast capable of completing his eerie body.
Wang Hao stood quietly on the deck of the spirit ark, watching everything unfold.
He did not smile.
Nor did he take pleasure in their suffering.
Because the scene before him was genuinely tragic.
So tragic that even a scheming emperor like him did not immediately make a sarcastic remark.
Han Shanyue said gravely, “Your Majesty, Ziyang Holy Land is almost finished.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Mm.”
Yin Jiuyou asked in a small voice, “Are we really not going to save them?”
Wang Hao glanced at him.
“How would we save them?”
“Should you go tell Ji Wushang, ‘Give me face for my sake’?”
Yin Jiuyou seriously considered it.
“It might give Your Majesty face.”
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow.
Yin Jiuyou added, “Then it would eat Your Majesty together with that face.”
Wang Hao said flatly, “So shut up.”
The Demon Lord gazed into the depths of Ziyang Holy Land, his expression solemn.
“Ji Wushang has grown stronger again.”
Wang Hao had naturally noticed it as well.
After devouring Ziyang Holy Land, the sense of incompleteness surrounding Ji Wushang was gradually diminishing.
The white-flame eerie heart in his chest was beating more steadily.
The dent in the small coffin on his abdomen was also slowly restoring itself after absorbing countless streams of blood qi and spiritual energy.
Most terrifying of all was that incomplete eerie eye.
Although Wang Hao had used a violet lightning dragon and the New Emperor Sword to bite an even larger crack into it, black threads of law were now stitching it back together.
The speed was not fast.
But it was indeed recovering.
Wang Hao’s expression darkened.
“Useless.”
Everyone froze.
Wang Hao looked at the collapsing Ziyang Holy Land and muttered, “A holy land boasting ten thousand years of foundation.”
“Ancestral artifacts, spiritual veins, a protective grand formation, hundreds of thousands of cultivators…”
“And in the end, it was eaten like a meal.”
“Are you a holy land or an all-you-can-eat buffet?”
Several elders who had escaped from Ziyang Holy Land heard this and their eyes reddened.
“Wang Hao!”
“How dare you insult Ziyang!”
Wang Hao turned to look.
It was the one-armed Ziyang enforcement elder from earlier.
He was actually still alive.
Though judging by his appearance, he would not last much longer.
Half his body had already been eroded by eerie energy. The blood vessels in his face had turned black, and purple worms had grown inside one of his eyes.
Wang Hao frowned.
“How are you still alive?”
The Ziyang elder spat blood in anger.
“I am a Martial God realm expert, naturally—”
Before he could finish, Wang Hao raised his hand and unleashed another Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm.
Boom!
A golden palm print descended from the sky.
The Ziyang elder was already heavily wounded and had also been eroded by eerie energy. How could he withstand it?
With a miserable cry, he was smashed straight into the ground.
Everyone was stunned.
Yin Jiuyou cautiously asked, “Your Majesty, did he insult you?”
Wang Hao shook his head.
“No.”
Xue Wuhen asked, “Then why did Your Majesty attack?”
Wang Hao replied calmly, “He was about to undergo an eerie transformation.”
“I merely sent him on his way ahead of time.”
Yin Jiuyou suddenly understood.
“Your Majesty is merciful.”
In the pit, the Ziyang elder still had one final breath left. When he heard those four words, his eyes widened until they were larger than bells.
His lips trembled.
He seemed to want to curse.
But no words came out.
In the next moment, the eerie energy within his body exploded, turning him into a cloud of black ash.
Wang Hao said indifferently, “See? I wasn’t wrong.”
The people of Great Xia fell silent.
He really had not been wrong.
It was just that he had struck a little too smoothly.
Almost as if he had wanted to smash the man for a long time.
Wang Hao turned around.
“Stop watching the show.”
“Get to work.”
Han Shanyue was taken aback.
“Get to work doing what?”
Wang Hao pointed toward several treasure-house peaks on the outskirts of Ziyang Holy Land that had not yet been swallowed by the eerie domain.
“Rescue the supplies.”
Everyone’s eyelids twitched.
Rescue?
That was certainly an excellent choice of words.
It was clearly looting, yet he had somehow made it sound righteous and solemn.
Wang Hao wore a serious expression.
“If Ji Wushang devours the holy land’s resources, he will become even stronger.”
“If we take those resources first, we weaken Ji Wushang.”
“This is not robbery.”
“This is part of the anti-eerie cause.”
Yin Jiuyou immediately began flattering him.
“Your Majesty is truly noble!”
“I suggest we carry away every treasury in Ziyang Holy Land.”
The New Emperor Sword trembled excitedly.
“Master! I can pick locks!”
Wang Hao looked at it.
“You can do that too?”
The New Emperor Sword said proudly, “Through devouring and evolution, I can consume not only eerie entities, but restrictions as well.”
“Though if a restriction is too tough, I might spit it back out.”
Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.
“Even if you spit it out, swallow it again for Me.”
The New Emperor Sword: “…”
Wang Hao waved his hand.
The people of Great Xia immediately sprang into action.
Han Shanyue led men to guard the perimeter.
The Demon Lord was responsible for concealing their presence.
Xue Wuhen was responsible for killing the corrupted remnants of Ziyang Holy Land.
Yin Jiuyou was responsible for scouting ahead.
The New Emperor Sword was responsible for opening the treasuries.
Wang Hao was responsible for supervision.
Of course, he called it strategic coordination.
The first treasury of Ziyang Holy Land was located beneath the shattered Redcloud Peak.
The entrance to the peak was sealed by the most powerful formation in Ziyang Holy Land.
Two heavily wounded Martial Gods were also guarding the gate.
When they saw Wang Hao and the others approaching, they immediately roared, “Stop!”
“This is the treasury of Ziyang Holy Land!”
“No outsiders may enter!”
Wang Hao nodded.
“I know.”
One of the Martial Gods’ expression darkened.
“If you know that, how dare you come here?”
Wang Hao replied calmly, “Precisely because I know, I came.”
The two Martial Gods nearly died of rage.
One of them shouted, “Wang Hao! Our Ziyang Holy Land is currently suffering a calamity, and you’re actually taking advantage of the chaos to rob us!”
Wang Hao corrected him, “I’m not taking advantage of the chaos to rob you.”
“I’m taking advantage of the eerie disaster to rob you.”
The two Martial Gods: “…”
Wang Hao continued, “The core region of your holy land is already gone.”
“If this treasury is not relocated immediately, it will be swallowed by Ji Wushang once the eerie domain spreads here.”
“I am taking it for the sake of Central Continent as a whole.”
One of the Martial Gods laughed in fury.
“And will you return it?”
Wang Hao stared at him earnestly.
“Are you sure the eerie energy hasn’t damaged your brain? Why would you ask such a question?”
That Martial God abruptly drew his saber.
“You’re pushing people too far!”
Boom!
Wang Hao raised his hand and brought down a second Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Covering Palm.
The golden giant palm blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
The Martial God’s aura was already weak. He was smashed to his knees by the palm, coughing up blood.
The other Martial God tried to strike.
The New Emperor Sword had already transformed into a streak of black light and shot forward.
A tiny foot sprouted from its hilt and kicked the opponent squarely in the face.
“What are you blocking me for?”
“Your treasury is about to be devoured by the Aberration!”
“What’s wrong with letting it eat on behalf of its master… I mean, keeping it safe for its master?”
The Martial God was sent flying, his face filled with grief and indignation.
“You let the truth slip!”
The New Emperor Sword stiffened.
Then it declared righteously, “A sword never lies.”
“But a sword doesn’t have to take responsibility.”
Wang Hao could not be bothered to waste any more time.
“Open the door.”
The New Emperor Sword lunged at the treasury gate, and black radiance surged from its blade.
Clack, clack, clack.
The Ziyang restrictions were slowly devoured bit by bit.
Halfway through, it suddenly let out a burp.
“Master, these restrictions are a little spicy.”
Wang Hao said, “Good. If they’re spicy, that means they’re valuable.”
A moment later—
Boom!
The treasury gates swung open.
Radiant light shot into the heavens.
Spirit stones were piled into mountains.
Divine weapons stood in forests.
Elixirs filled entire rows of jade cabinets.
There were also vast quantities of the Ziyang Holy Land’s secret cultivation arts, martial techniques, formation diagrams, weapon-refining materials, and medicinal herb seeds.
Yin Jiuyou’s eyes went wide.
“Your Majesty!”
“We’re rich!”
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up as well.
But he quickly suppressed his excitement and said indifferently, “This is nothing.”
The Demon Lord glanced at him.
“You can barely keep the corners of your mouth from curling up.”
Wang Hao kept a straight face.
“I’m merely concerned for the nation and its people.”
Everyone was speechless.
Concerned for the nation and its people, yet already stuffing things into his storage ring?
Wang Hao did not hold back.
He directly used the Imperial Dragon Aura to sweep up vast quantities of resources and store them in his personal space.
The people of Great Xia also began moving everything frantically.
The surviving cultivators of the Ziyang Holy Land watched with eyes practically bulging from their sockets.
But not one of them dared to intervene.
In the distance, Ji Wushang was eating their homeland.
Nearby, Wang Hao was devouring their treasury.
Neither of them was someone they could afford to provoke.
The only difference was that Ji Wushang ate people, while Wang Hao, for the moment, only ate money.
In a sense, they even had to be grateful that Wang Hao was so picky.
After three treasuries had been completely emptied, the core region of the Ziyang Holy Land collapsed entirely.
Ji Wushang opened the small coffin in its abdomen and swallowed the Ziyang Holy Land’s last main spiritual vein.
Boom!
The ancestral hall of the Ziyang Holy Land exploded into pieces.
An entire Holy Land had been leveled.
The thirty Transcendent ancestors roared furiously, but they still failed to stop it.
After devouring the Ziyang Holy Land, Ji Wushang’s aura surged once again.
Its Aberrant Domain expanded.
Darkness transformed into a raging flood and swept toward the northwest.
That was where the Xuanbing Holy Land lay.
Wang Hao watched the direction in which Ji Wushang had departed, his expression darkening.
“It’s still eating?”
“Can’t those useless fools hold their ground at all?”
Han Shanyue said in a low voice, “Your Majesty, the Ziyang Holy Land has been destroyed.”
“If Ji Wushang devours the Xuanbing Holy Land as well, it may draw even closer to becoming a complete Level Ten entity.”
Wang Hao nodded.
Of course he knew that.
But he currently had no way to stop Ji Wushang head-on.
The Domain-Breaking Heavenly Needle had already been used.
The violet lightning dragon had one strike left.
The New Emperor Sword had just taken a bite of Level Ten aberrant blood and was desperately suppressing the contamination. It could not take a second bite anytime soon.
All Wang Hao could do was strengthen Great Xia’s foundations as much as possible before the situation completely collapsed.
Wang Hao glanced at the outer treasury of the Ziyang Holy Land, which had already been emptied almost completely.
“Let’s go.”
Yin Jiuyou asked, “Are we heading to the Xuanbing Holy Land to provide further support?”
Wang Hao looked at him.
Yin Jiuyou immediately changed his wording.
“To continue rescuing the supplies.”
Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction.
“An apt pupil.”
The Great Xia spirit vessel turned around.
It sped toward the Xuanbing Holy Land.
Along the way, the Central Continent trembled.
The news that the Ziyang Holy Land had been leveled spread across every faction like wildfire.
Before anyone could even digest the terrible news, a second earth-shaking explosion came from the direction of the Xuanbing Holy Land.
The Xuanbing Divine Mountain collapsed.
The Ten-Thousand-Year Frost Domain melted into a black sea of blood.
Ji Wushang descended upon the Xuanbing Holy Land.
The thirty Transcendent ancestors pursued it there, but after repeatedly burning their ancestral blood, their combat strength had begun to decline.
The Xuanbing Holy Land lasted only half an hour.
Then it was swallowed by the Level Ten Aberrant Domain.
By the time Wang Hao arrived, he could only lead the people of Great Xia in emptying two outer treasuries and half of an Ice Marrow Spirit Pool.
The New Emperor Sword lay beside the Ice Marrow Spirit Pool, drinking until its blade glowed brightly.
“Master!”
“This pool is so cold!”
Wang Hao said, “Then pack it up.”
The New Emperor Sword froze.
“We’re taking the pool too?”
Wang Hao looked at the distant Xuanbing Holy Land as it collapsed.
“The land itself is about to be transformed into an Aberrant Domain. Why leave it behind?”
“To let Ji Wushang soak its feet?”
The New Emperor Sword grew solemn.
“Sound reasoning!”
And so, the surviving disciples of the Xuanbing Holy Land watched with their own eyes as the Great Xia Emperor not only emptied the Ice Marrow from the spirit pool, but also ordered his people to pry up and carry away the cold jade bricks lining the bottom.
An Xuanbing elder was so furious that she burst into tears.
“Wang Hao!”
“You won’t even leave us the bricks?!”
Wang Hao sighed.
“I’m helping you let go of your attachments.”
The female elder was speechless.
After the Xuanbing Holy Land came the Sun Holy Land.
After devouring the Ziyang and Xuanbing Holy Lands, Ji Wushang’s Level Ten Aberrant Domain had expanded to a despairing extent.
The Sun Holy Land resisted with everything it had.
The Sun Battle Banner set thirty thousand miles of sky ablaze.
Millions of cultivators burned their vital energy in an attempt to hold back the Aberrant Domain.
But the terror of a Level Ten aberration lay precisely in the fact that it grew stronger the more it devoured.
In the end, even the flames of the Sun Holy Land turned into pale ashes.
The third Holy Land was leveled.
The Sun Holy Lord died in battle.
Of the two Transcendent ancestors, one died and the other was gravely wounded.
The Central Continent erupted into chaos.
The various ancient clans, imperial dynasties, secluded sects, and thousand-year-old aristocratic families no longer dared to stand by and watch.
Because they finally understood.
Ji Wushang was not merely devouring Holy Lands.
Once the Holy Lands were gone, they would be next.
Above the Central Continent—
Ancient transmission talismans ignited one after another.
“The Ancient Qin Dynasty joins the battle!”
“The Lin Clan of the Eastern Wastelands joins the battle!”
“The Heavenly Demon Mountain joins the battle!”
“The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple joins the battle!”
“The Northern Sea Aquatic Clan joins the battle!”
“The Southern Ridge Weapon Sect joins the battle!”
“The Loose Cultivators’ Alliance joins the battle!”
One enormous city after another opened its defensive formations.
One warship after another crossed the void.
One slumbering ancient monster after another was awakened.
Every faction in the Central Continent—whether it had previously remained neutral, watched from the sidelines, plotted in secret, or reveled in their misfortune—was now forced onto the battlefield.
There was no retreat.
Ji Wushang had already leveled three Holy Lands.
If it was allowed to continue devouring, there would be no land left alive in the Central Continent.
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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?!
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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.
