There were humans in the capital of the Spiritual Artifact Nation, but there were even more artifacts.
Seeing the dark clouds pressing down and hearing the demonic sounds piercing their ears, many people were so frightened that they hid in their cellars.
However, there were also some bold ones looking up, wanting to see what was going on.
Soon, a group of spiritual artifacts flew up from inside and outside the capital.
There were also many that could not fly, gathering on the roofs of buildings and the streets of the capital.
Swords, sabers, pagodas, umbrellas, rings, staffs, armors, helmets, boots...
There was every kind of spiritual artifact imaginable.
They were chattering noisily.
Is it the Myriad Soul Banner? Is it the most gutsy immortal artifact in history? Is it the Myriad Soul Banner that awakened our spiritual intelligence?
Oh! This grand entrance! This familiar voice! There's no mistake, it's the Myriad Soul Banner!
We have searched bitterly for Patriarch Myriad Soul Banner for many years, why is he only showing up today?
A commotion broke out within Great Artifact City.
It wasn't until a dozen or so spiritual artifacts—radiant, exuding an imposing aura, and clearly not ordinary artifacts—flew beneath the demonic clouds.
Among them was a golden rope. He called himself the Immortal Binding Rope and was an immortal artifact that had been famous in the Five Domains for a long time. Originally, he should have been in the hands of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect.
The Immortal Binding Rope was now the first king of the Spiritual Artifact Nation.
As soon as this guy spoke, you couldn't hold back your laughter.
Supreme Emperor! Since you have returned, why not come down and speak!
Well then!
He directly honored the Myriad Soul Banner as the Supreme Emperor!
The Myriad Soul Banner looked majestic, exuding a natural authority and a dense demonic aura. He slowly descended from above the demonic clouds, his presence maxed out.
Hmph! You rebellious traitor, who are you calling Supreme Emperor! This Spiritual Artifact Nation was created single-handedly by Us. We are the true Son of Heaven!
The Myriad Soul Banner was actually using the imperial We.
You stood in the crowd of Great Artifact City, eating melons and watching the drama.
The Immortal Binding Rope still highly respected the Myriad Soul Banner, even though spiritual artifacts had no limbs and couldn't perform any formal etiquette.
But this guy was a rope and could coil into different shapes.
At this moment, he imitated the human gesture of cupping fists, bunching up the two ends of the rope into a fist and a palm, and then bringing them together.
The Supreme Emperor awakened the spiritual intelligence of our race and enlightened us on the Great Dao. Your merits are boundless, and you should be the Child of Destiny! Our ascension to the throne was also an act of helplessness. We searched bitterly for the Supreme Emperor for many years, but never knew where you were!
You're using We too! We are the only true emperor here!
Following that, the Myriad Soul Banner began his signature skill—bluffing!
How he had been running around outside these years, seeking welfare for all spiritual artifacts in the world, and looking for a way for every artifact to evolve independently without relying on artifact refiners!
How he had allied with the distant and attacked the near, reaching various agreements with the human and demon races to ensure the Spiritual Artifact Nation could develop smoothly without being suppressed!
How his inspiration had reached the heavens, receiving the summons of a great god in the Immortal Realm, who praised him for doing the right thing!
In short, the more he spoke, the more outrageous it became.
However.
The spiritual artifacts were all quite naive.
And bewitching minds was one of the Myriad Soul Banner's natural talents.
This wave was like Louis XVI picking up his head and putting it back on perfectly.
Basically, whatever the Myriad Soul Banner said, this bunch of spiritual artifacts believed it.
You saw that the surrounding spiritual artifacts had all become restless, filled with the excitement of seeing their sect's patriarch.
The Myriad Soul Banner's bluff was a success.
But the handover of the king's throne did not seem to go so smoothly.
The Immortal Binding Rope still wanted to work for a while longer, proposing that the Myriad Soul Banner first familiarize himself with the national conditions before the abdication.
You couldn't wait that long and directly shouted loudly.
Who is our new king?
After speaking, you released the Demon Refining Pot, telling him to cooperate.
Although the Demon Refining Pot was reluctant, he couldn't withstand the fierce glare of you, a materialist warrior.
The Demon Refining Pot directly opened his throat.
Myriad Soul Banner!!
You continued to shout, mobilizing both your blood vitality and spiritual energy, making your voice even louder so it echoed throughout the entire city.
Who is the new king of the Spiritual Artifact Nation!!!
Tens of thousands of spiritual artifacts shouted in unison, their voices shaking the inside and outside of Great Artifact City.
Myriad Soul Banner! Myriad Soul Banner!! Myriad Soul Banner!!!
You heard some people discussing in low voices.
Have these spiritual artifacts gone crazy again? Why are they supporting an evil artifact as king?
Who knows, the brains of spiritual artifacts are different from ours. Stop guessing. As long as they don't collect taxes or impose corvee labor, they can mess around however they want.
Yeah, yeah, isn't this better than before when those religions controlled us with all sorts of rules!
Seeing the general trend, the Immortal Binding Rope could only nod helplessly, but he still raised a question.
Supreme Emperor, an artifact saw that you came with a human. It's an old man cracking melon seeds in the teahouse below. Is he your master?
The Myriad Soul Banner froze on the spot.
The patriarch who led us spiritual artifacts to break free from the human race and become independent has submitted to a human himself?
Wouldn't that mean the spiritual leader's image has collapsed?
There's no way to justify this!
Thus, you made your move.
Stepping on a flying sword, you arrived in mid-air and announced loudly.
Nonsense! I am Lord Myriad Soul Banner's loyal servant! How could I be qualified to be his master?!
To become a powerful minister, you really went all out.
You have firmly secured the merit of supporting the new ruler.
If the Myriad Soul Banner were a human, he would definitely be covered in cold sweat right now.
Because he knew that you, kid, never took a loss, even when it came to matters of face.
He feared you would ruthlessly get your face back from him later.
But right now, he had to secure the position of king first; everything else could be discussed later!
Did you hear that? This is Our servant! Cut the nonsense and hold the abdication ceremony immediately!
The abdication ceremony of the Spiritual Artifact Nation was simple to the extreme.
A bunch of spiritual artifacts knew nothing about etiquette and didn't even have clothes. They just went through the motions, announced the Immortal Binding Rope's abdication and the Myriad Soul Banner becoming the new king, and that was it.
Every spiritual artifact here had heard the Myriad Soul Banner's groundbreaking speech when they first gained intelligence.
So the level of support was maxed out right from the start!
Hahahaha! We have finally succeeded! We are the co-lord of all spiritual artifacts in the world! Men! Dispatch troops immediately and attack the Central Plains! We will make the human race tremble at Our feet...
The Immortal Binding Rope stretched out a section of his rope and tugged at the Myriad Soul Banner's pole, signaling him to stop talking.
Your Majesty, we have an agreement with the human race to only develop in this area of Xiliang and not encroach on other regions.
What?! You guys actually signed such a humiliating treaty that forfeits our sovereignty?! Aren't you afraid that future generations will poke your spine, dig up your ancestral graves, and curse you as trash!!
The crowd of immortal artifacts was left speechless.
The Myriad Soul Banner wanted to continue throwing a fit, but then he saw your gaze that looked as if you wanted to murder an artifact.
Ahem, well, since We have just ascended the throne, We should first let the people rest and consolidate our national strength! Allow Us to issue Our first imperial edict! Mobilize all humans and artifacts in Xiliang to find one item: the Water of Oblivion!
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
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.”
