Year forty-three, sixty-one years old.
You finally saw the ocean.
Looking into the distance where the sea meets the sky, it was still a misty expanse, with no sight of any moving continent.
"It seems I have to go deep into the ocean, but in which direction should I fly?"
One can only imagine how massive a world is.
Right now, no matter which way I fly, if I choose the wrong direction, I might fly until I die and still never find the Migrating Continent.
The key issue is that there are no clues right now.
Even though I've asked many demon souls along the way, they either didn't know about the Migrating Continent or didn't know its exact current direction, since it moves after all.
"Let's take a look using the 'Traffic Light'."
A sudden flash of inspiration hit you, and you thought of this newly acquired trait.
Your field of vision didn't change much, but it was overlaid with three colored masks.
Looking toward the continent, everything was green.
Looking toward the ocean, there was a change. Most areas were still green, a few were yellow, but there was one narrow, elongated direction that was red.
It wasn't hard to understand why there was so much green.
This is an alien world. Every existence here is of an alien race to you, and you are their living daddy.
"Why are there red and yellow? Could it be that in this already destroyed world, there are still dangers that pose a threat to my safety?"
Operating on the principle of creating clues when there are none.
The red area occupied the least space in your vision. Rather than flying around like a headless fly in the massive green area, it was better to head toward this single red direction!
"Da Chun, fly towards the one o'clock direction!"
"What is 'one o'clock'?"
"It's the direction my finger is pointing!"
The Jiuzhou Cauldron swept across the sky above the ocean.
The number of souls above the sea surface dropped sharply.
The deeper into the ocean you flew, the fewer souls there were, until finally, there was nothing at all.
Perhaps when the demon race was annihilated back then, the ocean wasn't the main battlefield, so there were fewer wandering souls here.
Some time later.
"Three of Hearts."
"Bomb!"
"Da Chun, don't use a bomb on such a small card... Besides, we are on the same team."
"Alright, I'll play an Ace."
"..."
"I'll bomb!! A pair of sixes! I only have two cards left! Bro, if your 17 cards can instantly beat me, I'll eat Da Chun right here and now! Jie jie jie!"
In the small world inside the cauldron, you were playing Dou Dizhu with Da Chun and the Myriad Soul Banner.
As for the Qiankun Mirror, ever since it overworked itself to the point of smoking, it had gone silent. You didn't know if it was truly dead.
The poker cards were made by yourself out of wood.
You had no choice; it was just too boring.
With no living creatures in the entire world, there were naturally no martial arts resources. Even if you wanted to casually scrounge up some benefits, there was no way to do so.
There was no worldly essence either, so you couldn't cultivate even if you wanted to.
Every day, besides studying the way of the sword and continuing to use proficiency to enhance your cultivation methods, you could only play cards with the two little ones to pass the time.
Sometimes you really envied these immortal artifacts. They didn't need to cultivate at all; their strength at birth was already fixed like this.
At most, like the Myriad Soul Banner, if they were heavily damaged midway, they needed to find ways and spend time to recover.
"Bang!!"
The world inside the cauldron shook violently.
Da Chun threw his cards away and hurriedly opened his palm to look at the outside view.
The Myriad Soul Banner was furious.
"Ah! Don't throw away your cards! I was about to win! This round counts as my win, three peaches! No going back on your word!"
The peaches in the cauldron's small world were beneficial for artifact spirits to heal their wounds, so both the Qiankun Mirror and the Myriad Soul Banner loved to eat them.
However, only Da Chun could pick these peaches; no other person or spirit could.
You grabbed the Myriad Soul Banner, preparing for battle.
"Someone is attacking us, to hell with your peaches!"
From the outside view, you could see over a dozen monsters, tens of meters tall, standing on the sea surface and attacking the Jiuzhou Cauldron flying above their heads.
These monsters were made entirely of seawater, looking like waterspouts with a pair of strong arms, and structures resembling eyes and mouths at the top.
Although their bodies were seawater, every punch they threw carried solid, immense force.
They forcibly intercepted the Jiuzhou Cauldron and looked ready to drag it into the sea.
You jumped out of the Jiuzhou Cauldron, holding the Myriad Soul Banner in one hand and the Soul Chasing Sword in the other.
The Soul Chasing Sword was an Earth-rank spiritual weapon that had not yet developed an artifact spirit. It was one of the resources you requested when exchanging for extra supplies at the Shen family.
"Hu Tiangong! What are these?"
Hu Tiangong's soul was released. He looked around and said.
"They are Water Demon Spirits!"
"What the hell are they? Didn't you say the Demon Realm was destroyed and there couldn't possibly be any living creatures left?"
"Water Demon Spirits cannot be considered living creatures. They were combat weapons used by the Dragonman Race when they attacked the Demon Realm. They have no self-awareness and only know how to fight under the Dragonman Race's command. These must be leftovers."
"Hmph! I see they have mouths and eyes, they are clearly living creatures! That means they are a bunch of aliens! Take my sword!"
Your fighting will was high. The "Strictest Father of Alien Races" effect activated, and its enhancement multiplier rapidly maxed out!
The Soul Chasing Sword in your hand created overlapping sword shadows, unleashing countless streams of sword qi.
A move from the "Vertical and Horizontal Swordplay" called "Sorrowful Wind Drawing a Fan" caused the sword shadows to trace a semicircle dozens of meters in diameter in the air, resembling an opened folding fan.
With one strike, you cleaved a Water Demon Spirit in half, turning it into two heaps of seawater that crashed back into the ocean with a splash.
"Can't even withstand a single blow!"
Before you could finish gloating, you saw the Water Demon Spirit you had just split apart gather a massive amount of seawater again. It reformed into the shape of that giant waterspout monster and, with a ferocious expression, threw another punch at you!
"It can't be killed?"
Hu Tiangong's voice came from the Myriad Soul Banner.
"As long as there is water, Water Demon Spirits will regenerate infinitely! They cannot be killed in the ocean unless their Spirit Pearl is destroyed! That is the root lifeline of their existence!"
"Where is the Spirit Pearl?"
Find a small pearl inside the bodies of these behemoths?
That seemed no different from finding a needle in a haystack!
"Use your divine sense to find it!"
"Since when do I have a divine sense?"
"Alright, I forgot about that... I saw that the sword technique you just used contained the intent of the sword dao. Why don't you try using your sword dao to find the weakness of its Spirit Pearl?"
"You're a demon, yet you understand the sword dao?"
"Hehe, well... After all, we were planning to attack the Human Realm back then, so we learned quite a bit about your human race's methods."
The Myriad Soul Banner and the Jiuzhou Cauldron helped you block the attacks of the surrounding Water Demon Spirits. Stepping on a flying sword spiritual weapon, you used the "Sword Flight Technique" to hover in midair.
You closed your eyes, gripping the Soul Chasing Sword, and immersed your entire mind and soul into the way of the sword.
At this moment, although your eyes could not see, the sword in your hand observed every movement of the enemy as clearly as a blazing fire.
"There it is!"
[You thrust your sword forward, and an unparalleled wave of sword aura erupts from the Soul-Chasing Sword. It spans thousands of meters, piercing straight through a Water Fiend Spirit in a single strike!]
["Splash..."]
[The Water Fiend Spirit disintegrates on the spot.]
[At the same time, you see a small, pale blue bead falling from midair.]

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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.