Silence!
This sky and earth, no one speaks.
Only Su Tong punched and kicked at that blood-colored shadow.
The sound of fists hitting flesh.
"Damn it!"
That blood-colored shadow, even at its peak, had never suffered such humiliation.
But before his roar could fall,
Countless wind blades flew directly at him.
This blood-colored shadow was indeed once a powerhouse between heaven and earth.
Even now with Su Tong's roaring wind blades upon him, the blood-colored shadow still opened up a blood-colored barrier.
"Ah!"
But it was completely useless.
With a wretched cry, the blood-colored shadow was directly sliced apart by the roaring wind blades.
Yet the life force of the blood-colored shadow was tenacious.
Covered in wounds now, he still did not die.
"Xiao Qiang? He has such powerful vitality. No wonder he survived being sealed for tens of thousands of years without dying!"
Su Tong was somewhat surprised by the blood-colored shadow's life force.
By this time, the aura of blood on the blood-colored shadow had disappeared completely.
Revealing the hideous face inside.
Su Tong glanced at it. It was a human face alright.
The face looked extremely old and was covered in scars, very hideous, with red eyes.
But Su Tong did not attack again.
Not because he pitied this person, but because...
"Boom!"
With a loud sound, the blood-colored shadow fell to the ground.
Directly smashing a large pit into the ground.
"Gulp!"
At this time, in the surrounding sky, the sound of swallowing could be heard.
And those powerful cultivators standing on spiritual treasures and flying midair lowered their altitude slightly.
Su Tong stood on the back of the Leijing Beast and descended slowly.
After a while, he landed in front of the pit.
Carefully sensing, the blood-colored shadow had already breathed his last.
A cultivator who was once at the Divine Soul Realm had actually been smashed to death.
Although this was somewhat unbelievable, it was the truth.
After all, even though he was once a cultivator at the Divine Soul Realm, now he only had the strength at the peak of the Returning Void Realm.
Actually at such a high altitude, even just a Returning Void Realm cultivator would not die from falling.
But the blood-colored shadow, already at death's door from Su Tong's attacks,
This fall directly snapped his last breath away.
"Flame!"
Su Tong said lightly.
Then a flame rose up in his hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Tong threw the flame at the corpse of the blood-colored shadow.
Watching the blood-colored shadow turn to ashes in an instant, he then turned around satisfied.
Then standing on the Leijing Beast, he transformed into a purple light and flew into the Chi Hong Sect.
"Su Tong, are you alright?"
Seeing Su Tong descend, Luo Zi Yin also asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!"
Su Tong shook his head.
The blood-colored shadow didn't even get a chance to attack before Su Tong had already suppressed and beat him down.
So this time, Su Tong had completely dominated.
"As expected of Elder Su Tong, even the existence of such power was killed by you!"
At this time, the Grand Elder also walked over and said to Su Tong.
"Yes, Elder Su Tong's strength is probably unmatched in the Northern Domain!"
Another elder also nodded.
At this moment, they were all somewhat lamenting.
A year ago, they had still argued incessantly over Su Tong becoming an elder of the Chi Hong Sect.
Yet after a year, Su Tong was already standing at the pinnacle of the Northern Domain.
"Not just the Northern Domain. I'm afraid Su Tong could stand with the best across the entire Ask The Heavens Continent!"
The Second Elder also laughed at this time.
Su Tong was an elder of the Chi Hong Sect, so naturally they were delighted that he was becoming stronger and stronger.
After dealing with them for a while, Su Tong made an excuse to rest and left.
Returning to his residence, Su Tong spread his hand open, and a round bead appeared in his palm.
"Just what kind of existence are these blood-colored shadows? This is a little like a demon beast's demon core?"
Su Tong's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The blood-colored bead in his hand was obtained after killing that blood-colored shadow.
Su Tong did not take it out earlier. Now examining it closely, it contained dense spiritual energy.
Clearly, this demon core-like object also contained powerful spiritual energy.
"I wonder if I can absorb the spiritual energy within it!"
Su Tong was also somewhat curious now.
After hesitating for a bit, he did not directly absorb it, because this sky and earth were still restricted.
Even if Su Tong absorbed it, his strength would not increase.
So Su Tong decided to wait until after leaving the Northern Domain before absorbing it to test.
...
While Su Tong was researching the blood-colored bead that burst out of the blood-colored shadow's body, the entire Northern Domain became lively because of Su Tong's power.
In a single day, he had killed a peak Returning Void Realm Nine Star cultivator, a peak Returning Void Realm supreme expert, and also an expert who had stepped into the Spirit Void Realm.
He had also destroyed the Shen Feng Sect and Di Sha Sword Sect sects.
So at this time, no matter where in the Northern Domain, everywhere was discussing that young figure.
Of course, when discussing Su Tong, they were also curious about the blood-colored shadow.
No one knew why such a powerful person existed in the Northern Domain without anyone knowing.
Also no one knew why the cultivator who had stepped into the Spirit Void Realm fell from the sky.
The few who saw clearly did not dare to speak out.
The next day!
Many powerful cultivators came to the Chi Hong Sect, all wanting to meet Su Tong.
Even some sects who previously had poor relations with the Chi Hong Sect came to apologize this time.
All because in the Chi Hong Sect, an elder named Su Tong had appeared.
This young elder made everyone in the Northern Domain not dare to underestimate him.
And these days, disciples of the Chi Hong Sect walked outside arrogantly.
Those disciples from other sects who were usually on par would be very polite when seeing them now.
Of course, the elders of the Chi Hong Sect also felt they had gained much face.
What surprised them the most was that the secluded for many years Grand Elder of the Qi Mu Sect had also appeared at the Chi Hong Sect.
"Isn't that the Qi Mu Sect's Grand Elder Mu Heng Hai?"
An elder from the Qi Mu Sect recognized him.
"Yes! It's Mu Heng Hai! Wasn't this old fellow in secluded cultivation? How did he come to the Chi Hong Sect?"
Another elder, also older in age, nodded.
He had seen Mu Heng Hai a few times before.
"Why else would he come? Of course it's because of Elder Su Tong!"
One elder said.
They were now proud to be elders of the Chi Hong Sect.
After all, the Qi Mu Sect was the leader in many past Hundred Sect competitions.
Yet this time, their Grand Elder had come in person, just to pay respects to their Chi Hong Sect's Elder Su Tong.
Though it was said that even with the Qi Mu Sect's Grand Elder coming, Su Tong still did not meet him.
Three days later, news came that Su Tong was about to leave the Chi Hong Sect.
Another three days later.
A purple light flew out from the Chi Hong Sect, disappearing into the horizon.
"As expected, the Northern Domain is too small for you!"
Watching the departing purple light, Luo Zi Yin also murmured softly!

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.”

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."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?!