That one shout from Wang Hao.
It was no ordinary shout.
He had infused it with the power of the people’s wishes.
He had invoked the Myriad Contracts One-Origin Seal.
He had even borrowed a thread of karmic guidance from the fragment of the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger.
So when his voice rang out, it did not merely spread throughout Black Heaven City.
It wormed its way precisely into the ears of every Martial God.
Taiyin Old Matriarch was in the middle of striking Old Man Heitian in the chest with her palm.
The moment she heard the words “the Demon Lord is about to ascend to immortality,” her palm veered three inches off course.
Old Man Heitian seized the opportunity to avoid a fatal blow.
But before he could celebrate, he realized that no one was looking at him anymore.
The Yellow Springs Ancestor’s eyes glowed a ghostly green.
The Sword Ruins powerhouse radiated a chilling sword intent.
The White Bone Demon Sect old monster’s bony fingers tightened slightly.
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse wore an ugly expression.
The Blood Lotus Valkyrie’s eyes flickered.
Even the Golden Watchtower Sacred Land Martial God spoke in a deep voice:
“The Demon Lord is about to ascend to immortality?”
Those five words carried immense weight.
Enough weight to crush the balance of power across the Nine Provinces.
For ten thousand years, transcendence had been the end of every legend in the Nine Provinces.
Immortality was an even more distant and forbidden concept.
If the Demon Lord truly became an immortal…
Would the Sacred Lands still be called Sacred Lands?
Would the Demon Sects still be called Demon Sects?
They would all have to rename themselves branches under the Demon Lord.
Old Man Heitian clutched his chest and suddenly burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha!”
“You all heard him, didn’t you?”
“The Demon Lord is the greatest threat!”
“I only want to stay alive, while he wants to ascend to immortality!”
“Why are you still surrounding me?”
Everyone looked toward Old Man Heitian.
Their expressions became complicated in an instant.
Old Man Heitian’s heart leaped with joy.
Just as he thought.
These people were all driven by profit.
As long as the Demon Lord posed the greater threat, they would let him go.
But in the next moment, the Sword Ruins powerhouse said calmly:
“Cripple you first.”
Taiyin Old Matriarch nodded coldly.
“Then we’ll go down and deal with the Demon Lord.”
The Yellow Springs Ancestor spoke with a sinister smile:
“To keep you from escaping in the chaos.”
Old Man Heitian’s smile froze.
“You…”
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse gave a feral grin.
“Old bastard, you didn’t actually think we’d let you go, did you?”
“The Demon Lord may be about to ascend to immortality, but you still have to die.”
“Everyone’s rather busy today.”
“You’re first in line.”
Old Man Heitian was so furious he nearly vomited blood again.
A bunch of damned fools!
They actually refused to switch targets properly!
Boom!
The Martial Gods launched another combined assault.
Old Man Heitian had already been repeatedly stripped of his lifespan, had his nails pulled out, his contracts shattered, and his name entered into the household registry by Wang Hao.
How could he possibly withstand the joint attack of so many Martial Gods now?
His skeletal body cracked apart.
The flame of his life wavered on the verge of extinction.
But in the madness of his final moments, he suddenly turned toward the direction of the Ancestral Nest.
“Wang Hao!”
“Even if I die, I won’t let you off easy!”
He abruptly burned the remnants of his origin.
A wisp of black soulfire shot underground.
Its target was none other than the thousand-zhang corpse shell within the Ancestral Nest.
That corpse shell from his First Life still retained Old Man Heitian’s most ancient foundation.
As long as his soulfire entered the corpse shell, he could still detonate the Ancestral Nest one last time.
He could not kill the Demon Lord.
But he could at least drag Wang Hao down with him.
Yet just as the soulfire reached the halfway point, a gray-gold scrap of paper suddenly appeared.
The fragment of the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger silently flipped over.
Behind Old Man Heitian’s name, the words “fugitive tax debtor” suddenly lit up.
The next moment, two more words appeared.
Collection enforced.
The black soulfire froze.
It was as though a constable had caught a fugitive red-handed and pinned him to the ground.
Wang Hao’s voice rang out from underground.
“Old bastard.”
“You’re trying to transfer your assets before you die?”
“Did you get My Majesty’s permission?”
Old Man Heitian’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
“You!”
Boom!
The combined strike of the Martial Gods descended.
Old Man Heitian’s remaining body exploded into a sky full of black bones.
The former Lord of Black Heaven City.
An old monster who had controlled trade for eight hundred years.
At last, under the siege of countless powerhouses—and Wang Hao’s vicious finishing blow—he was completely annihilated.
But no one cheered.
Because an even greater shadow was rising from the depths of the Ancestral Nest.
Underground.
The Demon Lord rose from the bottom of the lake of human skin.
His figure was not imposing.
In fact, he was even thinner than the Demon Lord.
Yet the aura surrounding him was so sinister that every inch of darkness within the Ancestral Nest bowed in submission.
He wore a tattered black robe.
His face resembled the Demon Lord’s by seven parts out of ten.
But while the Demon Lord possessed the majesty of an abyssal emperor, the Demon Lord was like a mad god born from the abyss itself.
He looked at the Demon Lord with an eerie smile.
“Original self.”
“When you severed me, did you ever imagine that I would have this day?”
The Demon Lord replied calmly:
“You were born because of Me.”
“So you should also end because of Me.”
The Demon Lord chuckled softly.
“But I don’t want to return.”
“I hid in Black Heaven City for three hundred years.”
“I devoured traitors from the Demon Sects, ate spies planted by the Sacred Lands, and used Old Man Heitian’s contracts to nourish countless demonic embryos.”
“I am no longer your shadow.”
“I am the Demon Lord.”
The Demon Lord’s gaze remained placid.
“Not a bad name.”
“A pity that it was given to you by Me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Lord took a step forward.
The darkness throughout the Ancestral Nest immediately parted to either side.
The Demon Lord moved as well.
Two demonic shadows collided.
Boom!
There were no flashy techniques in that strike.
Yet it was as if two eras of demonic cultivation had crashed into each other head-on.
Darkness collapsed.
The void shattered.
The dome of the Ancestral Nest split open. Light from the outside poured down, only to be instantly dyed black and red by the demonic aura.
Wang Hao dragged Han Shanyue and the others into a frantic retreat.
Yin Jiuyou’s expression was grave.
“Your Majesty, are we really running?”
Wang Hao shot back:
“Should we stay and attend the funeral banquet?”
Xue Wuhen said:
“But if the Demon Lord devours the Demon Lord…”
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
“That’s why we can’t let him devour him in peace.”
Han Shanyue froze.
“Wasn’t Your Majesty trying to run?”
Wang Hao answered with righteous conviction:
“Do running and causing trouble conflict with each other?”
Han Shanyue fell silent.
He realized that he had still underestimated His Majesty.
When ordinary people ran for their lives, they put distance between themselves and danger.
When His Majesty ran, he kicked everyone else into danger along the way.
Wang Hao retreated while raising his hand and blasting apart the remaining walls of the Ancestral Nest.
The fissure leading to the surface grew wider and wider.
The Martial Gods outside could already see what was happening underground.
They saw the Demon Lord.
They also saw the Demon Lord.
More importantly, they saw that the auras of the two were of the same origin.
Taiyin Old Matriarch’s expression instantly darkened.
“As expected. It’s a clone.”
The Yellow Springs Ancestor’s voice was icy.
“The Demon Lord had already made preparations long ago.”
The Sword Ruins powerhouse tightened his grip on his sword.
The Demon Lord was already overwhelmingly powerful.
If he devoured a clone that had grown to the threshold of the Martial God realm and completed the missing portion of his demonic path…
The consequences would be unimaginable.
The White Bone Demon Sect old monster’s expression shifted repeatedly.
In theory, the Demon Lord was a supreme giant of the demonic path.
The various Demon Sects should have been delighted.
But in reality, they were even more unwilling than the Sacred Lands to see the Demon Lord ascend to immortality.
The Sacred Lands feared that the Demon Lord would unify the Nine Provinces.
The Demon Sects feared it even more.
Because if the Demon Lord became an immortal, the first ones he dealt with would not be the Sacred Lands.
They would be the disobedient Demon Sects.
What did it matter if they shared the same demonic lineage?
In the demonic world, whoever had the biggest fist was the father.
They had no desire to suddenly gain an immortal father.
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse gritted his teeth.
“We can’t let him devour the clone.”
The White Bone Old Monster said in a low voice:
“But attacking now is tantamount to openly turning against the Demon Lord.”
The Blood Prison Demon Sect powerhouse sneered.
“Do you think he’ll spare you after becoming an immortal just because you don’t attack now?”
The White Bone Old Monster said nothing.
The reasoning was unpleasant.
But it was true.
Within the Ancestral Nest, the battle between the Demon Lord and the Demon Lord had already reached its most terrifying stage.
The Demon Lord was powerful, but he was ultimately only a clone.
Every one of his attacks was seen through in advance by the Demon Lord.
Every demonic thought he unleashed was like water flowing into the sea, instinctively suppressed by the Demon Lord.
Wang Hao watched with twitching eyelids.
“This Demon Lord isn’t cutting it.”
New Emperor Sword whispered:
“Master, he’s about to be devoured.”
Wang Hao took a deep breath.
He knew he could not wait any longer.
The Demon Lord would be devoured within moments.
At that time, with the Demon Lord’s aura perfected, everyone really could do nothing but line up and kowtow.
So Wang Hao did something very much in keeping with his character.
He raised his hand and tossed the remaining page of the Heavenly Mandate Tax Ledger into the sky.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
