[Your sword Dao inheritance comes from the current number one swordsman in the Human Realm, the Sword Master!]
[Coupled with the ten-fold sword power amplification of "Man and Sword as One," and stacked with the effect of "The Strictest Father of Alien Races."]
[Once you found the weaknesses of these Water Fiends, they simply weren't durable enough to withstand your cuts.]
[In just a moment, you sank all these monsters that used seawater as their bodies!]
[The source of their manifestation, those pale blue spirit orbs, also fell into your hands.]
["Why do these look so familiar?"]
[These spirit orbs were very similar to the demon seeds you had previously knocked out of Feng Yucheng's body.]
[Aside from the difference in color, their size and surface patterns were almost exactly the same.]
["As expected, they are products of the Dragonman race. However, these things are more fragile than the demon seeds; they break as soon as they are hit by my sword strikes."]
[The Dragonman race seemed to really like creating these little beads; it was probably some sort of local specialty or technique of theirs.]
Time in the simulation passed like a fleeting white pony.
In the blink of an eye, five years went by.
[Year forty-eight, sixty-six years old.]
[Above the boundless sea, fierce winds gathered dark clouds.]
[Between the dark clouds and the sea, a bronze cauldron roared past.]
[After many years of flying.]
[The crystal stone reserves were dwindling. At this rate, sooner or later, the Nine Provinces Cauldron would no longer be able to continue its flight.]
[Over the past few years, you encountered Water Fiends several times.]
[But you only grew more adept at killing them, and now you didn't even take them seriously.]
[You had been advancing along the direction marked in red by the "Signal Light" in your field of vision.]
[Sometimes, this direction would change.]
[This couldn't help but make you increasingly certain that you had guessed right: the Migrating Continent was truly in this direction!]
[In these years, your cultivation had only increased by one layer; you were now at the seventh layer of the Spirit Sea Realm.]
["Don't look down on the elderly! Sooner or later, I will draw a higher-grade root bone!"]
[Year forty-nine, sixty-seven years old.]
[Half of your hair had turned white; you had entered your twilight years.]
[However, this was merely your appearance. With the "Older is Wiser" trait, your cultivation base and combat power were completely unaffected by aging.]
["I see it! The moving continent!"]
[That year, you finally found the Migrating Continent.]
[Filled with joy, you stepped onto this continent.]
[However, there were no real surprises.]
[It was no different from the Heaven-Reaching Continent you saw at the beginning: dead silent, desolate, and littered with wandering ghosts and wild spirits.]
[The easy acquisition of demon souls was good news. With an abundant supply of raw materials for the Myriad Soul Banner, your cultivation speed gradually increased.]
[The Migrating Continent was not large. Before long, you discovered an ancient demon city.]
[Calling it an ancient city was a stretch; it was more like a ruin.]
[All the buildings in the ancient city were made of stone and had weathered beyond recognition.]
[Even trying to imagine its original appearance, one could tell it was extremely crude.]
[After all, they were demons; they were different from the human race.]
[Demons mostly lived in caves, in trees, or in the water; they rarely lived in houses.]
[The so-called houses were actually palaces used for sacrifices or other solemn occasions.]
[In the center of the ancient city, you saw the soul of the demon race's Dao Protector.]
[It was a Qilin measuring tens of meters in length.]
[Like other demons, though called a Qilin, it was actually a humanoid creature with a Qilin's appearance.]
[The Qilin soul was bound in the ancient city by eighteen black chains.]
[At this moment, you faintly realized that within this weathered ancient city, there seemed to be some sort of formation-like power suppressing and imprisoning the Qilin soul.]
[Sensing the approach of the Nine Provinces Cauldron, the Qilin soul opened its tightly shut eyes and slowly looked up.]
["Thirty thousand years... to think that a Great Dao Immortal Artifact from another world would appear in our forgotten world..."]
[You leaned out from the Nine Provinces Cauldron, and from the Myriad Soul Banner in your hand, Hu Tiangong's voice rang out.]
["Lord Dao Protector! You have already died in battle, yet they still imprison you here to torture you! This is absolutely despicable!!"]
[Seeing the Qilin soul in this state, Hu Tiangong's emotional fluctuations were extremely intense.]
["Is that General Hu? I didn't expect we would see each other again. Are you trapped by that artifact?"]
["It was my own choice. This item can refine souls, and I have longed for liberation for a long time..."]
[You opened your mouth to ask if the other party was the Dao Protector of the demon race.]
[After confirming that you were a human, the Qilin soul was quite surprised.]
[Discovering that you could see spirit bodies without using any special means made it even more surprised.]
["A human martial artist at the Spirit Sea Realm can actually cross the world barrier to reach the Demon Realm? How did you manage that?"]
["It's a long story, let's talk about it next time. Can you tell me if there is a way to return to the Human Realm?"]
["There is, however..."]
[Before the Qilin soul could finish speaking, a terrifying pressure suddenly rose from the surroundings.]
[In your field of vision, everything around you instantly plunged into a massive, dangerous expanse of red!]
["Wabibabu! Xita!!"]
[The familiar native language of the Dragonman race.]
[There was a Dragonman guard here!]
[You ran incredibly fast, leaping right into the small world inside the cauldron.]
[You saw the ground of the ancient city shake violently as terrifying cracks spread upward from deep within the earth.]
["Bang! Bang! Bang!!"]
[Dazzling red rays burst from the ground. The scorching temperature instantly melted the surface, sending ripples of heat waves through the air.]
["Whoosh—"]
[A ten-meter-tall Dragonman rose from underground.]
[It was covered in red scales, and the fleshy wings on its back spanned at least fifty meters when unfolded!]
[This guy also had horns on his head, but compared to the Dragonman form of Feng Yucheng you had seen before, or the one that possessed Yin Rui of the Crimson Heart Sect, they were thicker, longer, and more curved!]
["Mana??"]
[The red Dragonman's triangular eyes stared fixedly at the Nine Provinces Cauldron as he uttered a strange phrase.]
[But this time, you could understand him; he was speaking the demon language.]
[What he said was: Ant! Who are you? Which realm are you from? How did you cross over to here? Speak quickly!]
[You replied to him in the demon language: "I am your daddy!!"]
["Xililibasha Haniduoduo Kakanong Axiba!!"]
[What he said was: Bastard!]
[The two of you started fighting because of the impolite greetings.]
[The red Dragonman's ferocious claws grasped the void, and a giant axe flowing with magma appeared in his hands.]
["Heaven-Shaking Skyfire Slash!!"]
[The red Dragonman swung his axe down in a rage. The surrounding space began to tremble, and the air was compressed to the extreme, letting out continuous rumbling sounds.]
[The Nine Provinces Cauldron's movements were still rather clumsy. It failed to dodge and was struck by the red Dragonman's axe!]
["Clang!!!"]
[The sound waves from the impact turned into visible shockwaves that swept in all directions, completely lifting the ancient city ruins!]
[Even the small world inside the cauldron felt the impact and shook violently!]
["Ugh..."]
[Da Chun vomited blood!]
[Your eyes instantly widened in anger.]
["Da Chun!"]
[Hu Tiangong's voice rang out.]
"He is at the Dragon Saint Realm! That is the equivalent of what your human race calls the Martial Saint Realm!"
Above the Spirit Condensation Realm are the later stages of the martial path: Martial King, Martial Saint, and Martial God!
As for the powerful experts encountered previously, such as Shen Yue, Shen Wanquan, and the Sword Master, judging from their ability to fly through the air, it can be determined that they are at least at the Martial King Realm, but their exact realms remain unclear.
【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.)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
