Every step was extraordinarily heavy.
The surrounding pressure grew madly at a geometric rate as Su Ji approached.
It wasn't that the other party was deliberately targeting him or setting up some kind of test.
Rather, the surrounding environment was simply like this.
The air itself had turned into a viscous gel, compressing his internal organs and making it difficult for Su Ji to even breathe.
Fortunately, the soft halo radiating from Su Jiu formed an invisible barrier, bearing the vast majority of the pressure for Su Ji.
Fortunately, this path wasn't too long.
A moment later, the man and the fox arrived beneath that pitch-black stone pillar.
Su Ji raised his head.
Then, he was completely stunned.
A thought uncontrollably sprang up in Su Ji's mind.
So huge...
Looking up at the other party from below, he actually couldn't see her full face.
Oh no, such a huge coercive pressure...
Su Ji looked up at the figure bound to the top of the stone pillar by countless chains, only feeling his divine soul trembling.
It was an absolute crushing suppression born from a difference in level, completely different from the feeling brought by those black shadows earlier.
If those black shadows were a pack of bloodthirsty, starving wolves, then the one on the stone pillar was an existence that looked down upon all living beings.
Seeming to realize his position was wrong.
Su Ji took two steps back.
He finally saw the true appearance of that figure clearly.
A head of purple hair cascading down like a waterfall was draped casually behind her, almost hanging down to the edge of the stone pillar.
Her facial features were so exquisite they didn't seem mortal; every part, every inch, was the most perfect masterpiece of heaven and earth.
It was just that there wasn't much expression on that face, only a deep desolation that had settled over eons of time and could not be melted away.
Her tall and slender figure outlined breathtaking curves.
Nine equally huge silver-white fox tails hung limply behind her.
However, what horrified Su Ji the most wasn't her appearance, nor those iconic nine fox tails.
But her skin.
On her skin, which should have been as smooth and flawless as jade, there were actually strange, pitch-black patterns spreading all over.
Those patterns were exactly the same as the black-veined iron he had dug up several times in the mining area!
No!
It should be said that the patterns on those black-veined irons actually originated from these very patterns on her body!
Countless thick, ferocious black chains extended from that pitch-black stone pillar, embedding deeply into her flesh and blood, piercing through her limbs, locking her collarbones, and pinning her dead to the top of the stone pillar.
This...
Su Ji's mind buzzed and went completely blank.
At the top of the stone pillar, the imprisoned Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable slowly lowered her head.
Her gaze pierced through the overlapping layers of baleful aura, passed over Su Ji, and finally landed on Su Jiu.
Her originally purple eyes actually rippled with an imperceptible wave the moment she saw Su Jiu.
You...
Her voice sounded again.
This time, it was much clearer than before, and it carried a trace of... confusion.
Why... are you so weak...
Su Jiu trembled all over under her gaze. Her clear fox eyes subconsciously dodged, actually somewhat afraid to meet her eyes.
Junior... Junior Su Jiu, pays respects to the Ancient Ancestor!
Su Jiu forcibly suppressed the palpitation originating from the depths of her bloodline and respectfully bowed to the figure on the stone pillar.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable on the stone pillar ignored her bow.
Her gaze remained on Su Jiu, and the confusion in those purple eyes grew increasingly intense.
Not right...
Your bloodline is very pure.
It is even... a bit purer than mine was back then.
But why is your strength...
She seemed to be trying hard to recall something, and for the first time, a trace of pain surfaced on her face.
The black chains wrapping around her body seemed to sense her emotional fluctuations and suddenly tightened!
Crack—
A teeth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable let out an uncontrollable muffled groan, and all the color drained from her already pale face.
Ancient Ancestor!
Su Jiu exclaimed and subconsciously wanted to step forward.
Don't move!
Su Ji grabbed and held her down, his expression extremely solemn.
He stared fixedly at that pitch-black stone pillar and those ferocious chains.
There was something bizarre about this thing!
It seemed to be suppressing this immortal's power, even torturing her divine soul!
Heh...
The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable let out a long sigh.
She seemed to have grown accustomed to this torture.
She looked at Su Jiu again, leaving only a calmness that saw through everything.
Little one...
Slowly, she reached out a chain-bound hand towards Su Jiu.
Come here.
Let me... look at you.
Su Jiu looked at her outstretched hand, her muscles subconsciously tensing.
That hand was slender and pale, every joint so perfect it was impeccable.
But it was this very hand that was pierced by ferocious black chains. The other end of the chains sank deep into that pitch-black stone pillar, as if they had grown together with her flesh and blood.
She tilted her head up, looking at the Ancient Ancestor with the desolate aura on the stone pillar, her clear fox eyes filled with unresolvable sorrow and shock.
Ancient Ancestor...
Come here.
The Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal Venerable on the stone pillar repeated it once more.
Her voice still didn't have much fluctuation, but it carried an irresistible command originating from the depths of the bloodline.
Rumble—
The moment her words fell, the hard grayish-white ground beneath Su Ji and Su Jiu's feet actually began to tremble without warning.
Immediately after, pitch-black stone blocks slowly rose from underground. They arranged and assembled themselves, and in an instant, forged a winding upward staircase in front of Su Ji and Su Jiu.
The end of the staircase led directly to the top of that stone pillar.
Su Ji's pupils shrank slightly.
What powerful control!
Bearing such heavy shackles, she could actually still make the laws follow her words, mobilizing the power of this place!
Su Jiu looked at the staircase leading to the Ancient Ancestor, her delicate body trembling slightly.
She could feel an indescribable sense of intimacy coming from the top of the stone pillar, like a mother's call, drawing her in and making her involuntarily want to get closer.
She turned her head and glanced at Su Ji.
Su Ji didn't speak, but merely gave her a gentle nod.
Although it looked very much like the kind of trick to lure a little fox over and then possess her body.
There was really no need for that.
Just those hundreds of black shadows...
They were completely powerless to deal with them...
Go ahead.
Receiving Su Ji's tacit approval, Su Jiu hesitated no longer.
With her bare, snow-white little feet, she stepped onto that pitch-black staircase step by step.
Her footsteps were very light.
Su Ji remained in place, his head raised, his gaze never leaving Su Jiu and the figure on the stone pillar for even a moment.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
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?!
