The second purple thunder dragon
emerged from the ninth level of the tower.
The cold smile on the face of the Heavenly Lord of the Scales
slowly froze.
Of course, he knew
that the Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower could imprison thunderbolts.
But that was Ninth-Realm thunderous might,
not ordinary lightning found by the roadside.
A single Burial Realm Ancient Ferry
had actually allowed Wang Hao to condense two full-strength Ninth-Realm attacks?
“Fall back!”
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales suddenly shouted.
The armies of the Alliance
retreated toward the spatial rift at the same time.
But the purple thunder dragon had already opened its massive jaws.
Its roar shook the Nine Provinces.
Large black-and-gold warships
were merely swept by the dragon’s cry,
and the formations covering their hulls exploded one after another.
The voice of the silver-haired youth
came from within the New·Heavenly Son Sword.
“Master!”
“Don’t destroy all the ships!”
The Dragon-Slayer blocked a Martial God with his sword.
The veins on his forehead throbbed.
“Can you focus when you fight?”
The silver-haired youth replied,
“Those are my future military wages!”
The Dragon-Slayer said,
“Haven’t your wages already been paid in advance?”
The silver-haired youth fell silent for a moment.
“They’re also my wages for my next life!”
The second purple thunder dragon
finally burst out of the Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ gaze turned ruthless.
He slammed both hands onto the Scales of All Living Beings.
“All worlds become the scale!”
“All living beings become the weights!”
Crack!
The cracks on the surface of the Scales of All Living Beings
suddenly widened.
Black-and-gold chains
shot out from beneath the scale pan
and plunged into the spatial rift.
The other ends of the chains
were connected to dozens of ruined worlds controlled by the Lifeless Alliance.
Within those worlds,
billions of living beings
looked up at the same time.
The Alliance’s slave marks
were branded onto their bodies.
Some were mining.
Some had been refined into war puppets.
Some had been raised as materials for making pills
since the day they were born.
The Scales of All Living Beings
placed the lives of everyone
onto the scale pan.
Once the purple thunder dragon descended,
the damage would be transferred elsewhere.
Whether the thunder dragon could kill the Heavenly Lord of the Scales
was still unknown.
But those dozens of ruined worlds
would certainly be destroyed by the thunder first.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales sneered.
“Wang Hao.”
“Aren’t you devoted to protecting all living beings?”
“Come.”
“Let this attack fall.”
“This old man may not die,”
“but they will all be buried with me!”
The purple thunder dragon
had already charged to the front of the Scales of All Living Beings.
It raised its dragon claw.
Endless lightning
illuminated the countless faces
at the other ends of the chains.
Wang Hao’s right hand suddenly clenched.
“Stop.”
The purple thunder dragon let out an enraged roar.
Its enormous body
came to a dead halt before the scales.
Thunder exploded.
Vast stretches of space collapsed.
The smile on the Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ face
became even more mocking.
“This is your greatest weakness.”
“You possess power,”
“yet you don’t dare use it.”
“I have more than three hundred affiliated worlds
in my hands,”
“and hundreds of billions of slaves.”
“Do you dare kill me?”
“If you do,
they will all die with me!”
Wang Hao looked toward the other ends of the chains.
Countless unfamiliar beings
were looking back at him as well.
They did not know Great Xia.
They did not know the emperor.
They could not even hear the voices of the Nine Provinces.
Yet the Great River of the Imperial Path
trembled faintly at that moment.
It was not the power of faith.
It was something even more primitive.
The instinct to survive.
Wang Hao said,
“You misunderstand.”
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales asked,
“What?”
“Your Majesty is not reluctant to kill you.”
Wang Hao raised his right hand.
“I’m merely reluctant to lose all that labor.”
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ gaze turned cold.
“You’re on the verge of death,
yet you still dare to put on a brave front!”
Wang Hao looked at the Dragon-Slayer.
“Senior.”
“The loan period on the sword is over.”
The Dragon-Slayer forced the Martial God back with one sword
and casually hurled the New·Heavenly Son Sword away.
The silver sword
crossed tens of thousands of miles
and landed in Wang Hao’s right hand.
The voice of the silver-haired youth rang out.
“Master.”
“Whose wages is this coming out of?”
“Rescue mission.”
“An extra year of military wages.”
The silver-haired youth’s spirits lifted.
“Really?”
“It will offset one year of your debt.”
The silver-haired youth immediately fell silent.
Wang Hao gripped the New·Heavenly Son Sword.
An enormous, shadowy force
surged through the hilt and into his imperial soul.
Resentment.
Brutality.
Greed.
Killing intent.
And the thought the silver-haired youth had just conceived—
the desire to find a new master.
Wang Hao said,
“You want to change masters?”
The silver-haired youth immediately denied it.
“No.”
“I saw it in the sword.”
“I only thought about it for a moment.”
“Thoughts are crimes.”
“Two years added to your sentence.”
The New·Heavenly Son Sword began to shake violently.
“You won’t even let me think?”
Wang Hao paid him no further attention.
He raised the sword.
Its edge pointed toward the black-and-gold chains beneath the Scales of All Living Beings.
A divine martial technique—
the Nine Swords of Heaven-Splitting.
This was no ordinary sword technique.
Legend said that before Heaven and Earth were formed,
all things existed in primordial chaos.
The first wielder of the sword
had used nine strikes to separate the pure from the turbid,
severing past and present.
With the sword,
he had split open Heaven and Earth.
Wang Hao’s imperial soul was nearly half destroyed.
He could not unleash all nine swords in their complete form at once.
But to sever these chains,
there was no need to use all nine.
“One sword.”
“Open Heaven.”
The silver blade
descended slowly.
There was no dazzling sword light.
No ear-splitting boom.
Between Heaven and Earth,
only an extremely fine line appeared.
That line
began at the imperial city of the Nine Provinces,
stretched all the way to the Scales of All Living Beings,
extended into the spatial rift,
and finally passed through dozens of ruined worlds.
The next moment,
every black-and-gold chain
linking the slaves to the Heavenly Lord of the Scales
snapped at once.
Crack!
Within dozens of worlds,
all the Alliance’s slave marks
were cleaved apart by a single sword stroke as well.
Countless living beings
stared blankly at their hands and feet.
The chains that had accompanied them
for hundreds or even thousands of years
were turning to ash.
They had no idea what had happened.
They only saw a golden river
briefly streak across the dark starry sky beyond their worlds.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ expression changed drastically.
“Impossible!”
“The karmic chains of the Scales of All Living Beings—”
“How could they possibly be severed with a single sword?”
Wang Hao said,
“Because your scales
don’t have Great Xia’s quality-inspection seal.”
The purple thunder dragon
had lost its final obstacle.
It let out a heaven-shaking roar
and brought its claw down.
Boom!
The Scales of All Living Beings
split down the middle.
The Martial God manifestation of the Heavenly Lord of the Scales
was struck head-on by the thunder dragon.
His peak Ninth-Realm vital energy
ignited in an instant.
The five Ninth-Realm rings on his body
exploded one after another.
Precious materials
transformed into layers of defensive barriers,
yet they still could not withstand the purple lightning.
The first barrier shattered.
Then the second.
Then the third.
One Ninth-Realm material.
Two.
Five!
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales used five Ninth-Realm materials,
along with the uncanny artifact, the Scales of All Living Beings,
and finally managed to extinguish the second purple thunder dragon.
The ninth level of the Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower
fell completely silent.
But the Heavenly Lord of the Scales had also lost half his body.
Even one of his golden abacus eyes
had been blasted apart by the thunder.
He stood beneath the shattered sky,
gasping heavily.
“It’s gone.”
“This time,”
“it’s truly gone!”
“Wang Hao!”
“You’ve used up every trump card you have!”
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales roared.
His sole remaining eye
stared fixedly at Wang Hao.
“More than half of your imperial soul has been destroyed.”
“The shield formed by the power of faith was just exhausted.”
“The Thunder Abyss Suppression Tower
no longer has any Ninth-Realm thunderous might.”
“That single strike of Heaven-Splitting
has also worsened your injuries.”
“I’d like to see
what you can possibly use to kill me now!”
Wang Hao released the New·Heavenly Son Sword.
The silver-haired youth transformed back into human form.
His face was pale.
That sword strike just now
had nearly drained all the power within the sword.
“Master.”
“He sounds like he’s right.”
“Do you have any trump cards left?”
Wang Hao said,
“Yes.”
The silver-haired youth’s eyes lit up.
“What?”
Wang Hao raised his regenerated right hand.
“Your Majesty himself.”
His imperial soul took a single step forward.
The sky above the Nine Provinces
suddenly sank with a thunderous roar.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales froze for a moment.
Then—
It was as if he had just heard the funniest thing in the world.
“You?”
“A Transcendent.”
“And you’ve fallen so low that you need the willpower of mortals to keep yourself alive.”
“You dare act arrogant before this old man?”
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales raised his only remaining arm.
The shattered Scales of All Beings
began to re-form.
The blood and qi of a peak Martial God
surged into the balance beam.
“The Weight of Ten Thousand Worlds!”
“Be suppressed!”
Boom!
The entire Nine Provinces
seemed to have been placed upon the scales.
Mountains split apart.
Rivers flowed backward.
The ground beneath the imperial city
collapsed relentlessly.
Wang Hao stood at the center of the pressure.
The newly formed imperial bones in both his legs
emitted a shrill cracking sound.
His body was once again covered
in countless bloody streaks.
But Wang Hao did not retreat.
He raised his right hand,
palm facing downward.
“Heaven-Prisoning Earth-Covering Palm.”
“First Palm.”
A golden palm
passed through the shattered sky
and struck the Scales of All Beings.
The balance beam shook violently.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales sneered.
“That’s all the strength you have?”
“Second Palm.”
A second golden palm descended.
Beneath the feet of the Heavenly Lord of the Scales,
the void exploded.
“Third Palm.”
The golden palm print expanded tenfold.
Cracks once again appeared
across the shattered Martial God avatar
of the Heavenly Lord of the Scales.
The mockery on his face
gradually disappeared.
“Fourth Palm.”
The power of the Nine Provinces’ mountains and rivers
flowed into the palm.
The left pan of the Scales of All Beings
shattered completely.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales took a step back.
“Fifth Palm.”
The lights of countless homes
rose from the River of the Imperial Path,
transforming into a boundless sea of fire.
The Black-Gold Sky City
that the Merchant Alliance had spread across the Nine Provinces
was ignited by the flames.
One faceless merchant after another
screamed amid the fire.
“Sixth Palm.”
Nearly a billion living beings
raised their heads at the same time.
They no longer condensed a shield
for Wang Hao.
Instead, they sent their voices
into this palm.
“Those who trespass against Great Xia—”
“Die!”
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
