[After gathering the power of countless monster souls, Hu Tiangong unleashed all of it with a single punch!]
[The sun-like radiant energy around his body was completely drawn out by the force of this punch, converging directly onto the target—that red Dragonkin!]
["Bang!!"]
["No!!!"]
[Before the red Dragonkin could even break free from the binding of the seven-colored rainbow light, he took the full brunt of this strike, which contained the combined power of tens of thousands of monster souls!]
[After this punch was thrown, eerie sobbing echoed throughout the entire Monster Realm.]
[It was as if this dead heaven and earth were crying out in grief.]
[Hu Tiangong had burned everything he had into this single strike.]
[And the result did not disappoint him.]
["Son of the Monster Emperor... Heh, hehehe... To think... I, Huo Feihuo, would fall by the hands... of a dead monster like you..."]
[Starting from the point of impact, Huo Feihuo's body began to crack inch by inch!]
[Until he shattered into pieces all over the ground!]
[But at the same time, you saw that Hu Tiangong's soul body was also rapidly dimming, flickering in and out of existence, on the verge of complete dissipation.]
["General Hu..."]
[Although the other party was a monster, he had saved you this time, so you addressed him with respect.]
[Floating in the air, Hu Tiangong turned to look at you, his eyes revealing a look of relief.]
["For thirty thousand years, I could have annihilated myself at any time, but I didn't. I used this torment of being unable to enter reincarnation to punish my own incompetence. If I had been as strong as my father back then, perhaps I could have defeated the Dragonkin and saved our world..."]
[Saying this, Hu Tiangong let out a bitter laugh.]
["This is also what the monster race deserves. We invaded the Human Realm and caused you great harm; our deaths are not to be pitied. What I hate is that the Dragonkin attacked when our race was at its weakest! Had our race been at its peak, it would still be unknown who would have emerged victorious!"]
[In Hu Tiangong's eyes, the pride of being the son of the Monster Emperor still lingered.]
[The monster race was indeed a race that believed in power.]
[Not being defeated in a fair and square battle was likely the inner demon haunting all the fallen monster souls for the past thirty thousand years.]
[Today, Hu Tiangong gathering tens of thousands of monster souls was the limit of his current power, the limit of the monster souls in the vicinity that could rush over.]
[But it was not the limit of what the monster souls of this realm could achieve!]
["If there is a next life, may I see my monster race once again stand tall among the myriad races of the Void Realm!"]
[Finally, Hu Tiangong looked at you with a complex gaze, leaving behind his last thought in this heaven and earth.]
["Little human friend, traces of Dragonkin activity have also appeared in your world. We failed to defend our own world, but I hope your human race will not repeat our mistakes..."]
[There were still some monster souls nearby whose power had not been borrowed by Hu Tiangong just now.]
[When Hu Tiangong's soul completely dissipated, turning into specks of light in the air before finally extinguishing.]
[These monster souls all knelt on the ground, weeping as they saw him off.]
["General Hu! Farewell!!"]
["General! You are finally free!"]
["The monster race has never blamed you, why punish yourself for thirty thousand years!"]
[You stood in place, your emotions complicated.]
[From a personal perspective, you rather admired this General Hu.]
[He had saved you, and you were grateful.]
[But standing from the standpoint of the human race, General Hu was the son of the Monster Emperor.]
[Thirty thousand years ago, the Monster Emperor launched a realm war that heavily damaged the human race, almost severing their inheritance.]
[Even now, the monster race still posed a threat to the human race, even occupying the magpie's nest and settling down in the Human Realm.]
[You really couldn't empathize with the tragedy of their race being exterminated.]
[Wanting to empathize, yet unable to empathize.]
[Humans truly are complex.]
Although the simulation was just text, Chen Yi outside the simulation was deeply moved right now.
"Although I don't know what realm Hu Tiangong was in, or how much he could unleash in his final moments, as the son of the Monster Emperor, he couldn't have been weak, and he had gathered the power of so many monster souls..."
The Monster Emperor was not just an ordinary racial leader; he was a Realm Lord!
The master of a world!
How could his son be weak.
Even so, facing a Martial Saint-level Dragonkin, he still had to take a large number of monster souls down with him in mutual destruction.
Plus the successful sneak attack and side assistance from the Dao Protector's soul.
Chen Yi felt that Dragonkin of the same realm seemed to be even stronger than the monster race!
If compared to the human race, the gap would probably be even larger.
Because the monster race had naturally robust physiques, making them inherently stronger than humans of the same realm by a margin.
The advantage of the human race was their preference for using their brains.
The monster race didn't know a single one of the eighteen methods in the Shen family ancestor's study; they relied purely on their physical bodies and cultivation to clash head-on, rarely even using spirit weapons.
If the human race was given sufficient resources, then it would be hard to say who would be stronger or weaker in the same realm.
"The Dragonkin is a formidable enemy..."
[After Hu Tiangong dissipated, you looked toward the Qilin soul, preparing to continue asking him for a way to leave the Monster Realm.]
[Suddenly!]
[The familiar oppressive aura appeared once again!]
["Xita!!"]
[A familiar voice!]
[Above Huo Feihuo's shattered corpse, a semi-transparent soul body appeared!]
["Did you think you could defeat me, Huo Feihuo, just like this?! We Dragonkin are the only race among the myriad races of the Void Realm that can survive without relying on a physical body!!"]
[Huo Feihuo flapped his giant wings, hovering in mid-air.]
[Although their Dragonkin race could continue to live in a soul state, having his physical body shattered still brought him some trouble.]
[So he was a bit enraged out of humiliation at the moment.]
[Huo Feihuo quickly noticed that you could see him.]
["You alien ant, could it be that you were born with Yin-Yang Eyes and can see souls?"]
[Huo Feihuo did not care.]
["So what if you can see me! An ant is just an ant! I will definitely grind your bones to dust and trap your soul in the Monster Realm to be tortured for eternity!"]
[You smiled.]
[Seeing you, who were originally nervous, suddenly start laughing with your shoulders shaking, Huo Feihuo became even more furious.]
["Ant! What are you laughing at? Are you scared silly? Don't you know your death is imminent!"]
[You stopped pretending.]
["Why didn't you say you had this ability earlier? You made me nervous for a second."]
[Mocked by you, Huo Feihuo was overwhelmed with rage!]
[He opened his bloody maw, and a soaring burst of flames shot out, sweeping directly across the earth. Wherever it passed, it melted bottomless ravines!]
[The fiery breath rushed right at your face.]
[You just stood there in place, not dodging or evading!]
[The Myriad Soul Banner jumped in fright.]
["Bro! Stop fucking showing off, avoid the brunt of it for now!"]
[You retracted the Myriad Soul Banner and the Nine Provinces Cauldrons into your body; you no longer needed them.]
[Stomping your foot fiercely, as if taking root in the ground, you stood firmly in place. No matter how much the surroundings trembled, you remained as immovable as a mountain!]
[The Galaxy Divine Art began to circulate!]
["Me, avoid the brunt of his attack?!"]
[Huo Feihuo's attack swept right over you!]
[Nothing happened at all!]
[Seeing that his attack had hit, Huo Feihuo confidently shut his mouth and withdrew his offensive.]
["Heh, an ant will always be an ant, unable to withstand a single... What??!!"]
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
