The Nine Provinces Cauldron wobbled as it flew into the distance.
With a flap of his wings, the red dragonman's massive body seemingly teleported right above the Nine Provinces Cauldron!
You knew it wasn't actual teleportation; his burst of speed was just too incredibly fast!
Seeing that the red dragonman was about to attack again, you held your sword in one hand and the banner in the other, preparing to go out and fight him.
Da Chun! Open the exit! Let me out!
Brother Yi! You can't go out, this monster is too powerful!
He will kill you!
Everyone sit tight, I will definitely get you all out of here safely!
Another earth-shattering explosion rang out.
The ground of the small world inside the cauldron cracked inch by inch under the penetrating force of the blow.
A Great Dao Immortal Artifact was ultimately just an object. Right now, it lacked both its artifact spirit at its peak and a controller whose combat power matched the enemy's.
Relying solely on Da Chun to tank the hits would definitely not hold up.
You knew Da Chun was stubborn; getting anxious was useless, you had to reason with him.
Da Chun! This is not your fight alone. We came to the Demon Realm together, and we must go back together!
The Myriad Soul Banner smacked Da Chun on the head with its pole.
Damn you! You think if you die fighting here, you won't have to pay back the peaches you lost to me playing cards? Dream on! Open the damn exit for me!
The Myriad Soul Banner's words were more effective.
Brother Yi, you guys must be careful.
You and the Myriad Soul Banner leaped up and charged out.
With your last glance, you saw Da Chun pluck a peach and stuff it into the smoking Universe Mirror, trying to awaken its artifact spirit.
Finally came out, did you?! Cowards! Take my axe!!
The red dragonman swung his battle axe through the air, and a terrifying force tore through the space towards you.
Before the attack even arrived, the gale it generated blew you right off the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!!
Holding the Myriad Soul Banner in your left hand, you unleashed your killer move. A massive number of demon souls, wrapped in billowing demonic energy, burst forth to clash against the enemy's assault!
With your right hand, you wielded the Soul-Chasing Sword, using the defensive stances of the Unhindered Sword Art to neutralize the enemy's attack.
Pfft!!
Even though the title The Strictest Father of Foreign Races had weakened the damage you took by a hundred times, you still spat blood across the sky and crashed heavily into the ruins of the ancient city.
The red dragonman did not press his pursuit. Instead, he looked at you with deep confusion.
Strange, you are merely at the Fifth Realm, yet you survived a blow from me?
The Fifth Realm spoken of by the dragonman race was equivalent to the Spirit Sea Realm of the human race.
You slowly stood up.
Damn it, the Martial Saint Realm really is formidable. Alright, let me show you the power of the Shen family!
Your storage ring flashed, and a pack of explosives appeared in your hand.
This was the Star Explosive used by the Shen family to detonate stars.
Although the stars in the Star Domain couldn't compare to the scale of planets like Earth or Mars from your past life, they could still be considered asteroids.
The fact that the Shen family could use such a pack of special explosives to blow up a star showed just how immense its power was.
You entered your Sword Dao state, using sword qi to guide the explosive pack and push it towards the red dragonman.
The red dragonman snorted in disdain.
Earlier, I simply hadn't fought in so long that I was rusty, allowing you to luckily survive. You think you can fight me with such a piece of junk? You overestimate yourself!
The red dragonman neither dodged nor evaded. When the Star Explosive detonated just a few meters in front of him, he suddenly opened his massive maw!
The span of his open jaws took up half the length of his body, looking like an exaggerated deformation straight out of a comic book.
Before the fiery blast of the Star Explosive could fully expand, he swallowed it whole into his stomach!
Boom!
With a muffled thud, you saw the red dragonman's stomach bulge for a second, but it was quickly compressed back down by his terrifying abdominal muscles.
The red dragonman opened his mouth and burped out a trail of black smoke.
I am a Fire-Element Dragonman. Attacking me with explosives is no different from feeding me nutrients! Die!
The red dragonman raised his giant axe above his head and flapped his wings to soar high into the air.
The molten red light radiating from the giant axe illuminated half the sky!
There was nowhere to hide from this axe strike; it felt as if he could cleave the very earth beneath your feet in two!
Is it going to end here...
You prepared to pull out your final trump card, the Shen Family Patriarch!
Suddenly!
The Myriad Soul Banner let out an exclamation of shock.
Holy shit! Bro, how did you come out on your own?!
You turned your head and saw Hu Tiangong standing beside you.
How did you...
Hehe, little human friend, I told you, I let you capture me willingly.
You finally realized that the Myriad Soul Banner couldn't actually trap Hu Tiangong.
Hu Tiangong's soul gradually ascended into the sky. His voice was full of penetrating power; it was actually a type of soul fluctuation that could reach other soul entities from a great distance.
Fellow compatriots! Please, lend me your strength once more! Let us fight one more time for our mother realm!
You saw demon souls from all directions desperately converging towards him.
On the surface of the Myriad Soul Banner, the demon souls sealed inside were also trying to burst out.
Old Wan, release all the demon souls!
The Myriad Soul Banner did as told.
General Hu! Please lead us into battle one more time!!
What use is keeping these remnant souls? Let us burn brightly once more!
General Hu! Take my soul power!!
Hu Tiangong was gathering the soul power of countless demon souls from all directions!
You saw his soul state constantly solidifying, his transparency decreasing, and even his size expanding!
A heart-palpitating power was brewing within Hu Tiangong.
The vertical pupils in the red dragonman's triangular eyes suddenly shrank!
You are the son of the Demon Emperor! You possess the power to gather ten thousand demons! Don't even think about succeeding!
Hearing the red dragonman's words, you revealed a look of astonishment.
This Hu Tiangong was not just an inconspicuous general by the Demon Emperor's side, as he had claimed.
He was actually the son of the Demon Emperor!
The red dragonman was just about to charge over and interrupt Hu Tiangong's gathering of power.
Suddenly, a seven-colored rainbow light descended from the sky, binding him within it.
Old thing! You still hid a trick up your sleeve!!
The one who struck was none other than the soul of the Demon Realm's final Dao Protector, who was imprisoned in the ancient demon city by eighteen dark chains!
Young Master! Strike! Avenge the Demon Realm!!
Hu Tiangong's voice echoed through the heavens and the earth.
Thirty thousand years ago, my clansmen protected me so I could return, but I failed to protect them, and I failed to defend our homeland! At least today, I will claim back a piece of the blood debt owed to the Demon Realm!! Dragonman Race, die!!!
Countless demon souls voluntarily surged into Hu Tiangong's body, turning to ash as they became a part of his strength.
Hu Tiangong was like a blazing sun; thousands of rays of light converged upon him from all directions, making him brighter and brighter!
Boundless... Hatred...
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
