[You have finally broken through to the Soul Condensation Realm.]
[The probability of extracting high-quality traits has increased, and the number of equippable traits is +2!]
[Moreover, you surged straight to the fifth level of the Soul Condensation Realm in one breath!]
[Just from this boost in cultivation alone, the value of the Five Regions Holy Pill in the middle stages of martial arts is practically 24K pure gold!]
[It should be known that the further one progresses in martial arts, the harder it is to cultivate. Even with high-tier bone structure, it is by no means a smooth journey.]
[Take Shen Jia for example; she also has high-tier bone structure.]
[In the third simulation, with the Empress as her master providing her with resources, she had only just reached the Spirit Sea Realm when she was in her sixties.]
[Let alone the Martial King Realm, she didn't even hold much hope for reaching the Soul Condensation Realm.]
[Swallowing a single pill and skyrocketing so much in cultivation would feel like a dream to anyone.]
[Of course, setting everything else aside, your 100 percent success rate in pill concoction using the Nine Provinces Cauldron is truly too much of a cheat.]
[Even if others managed to gather the five treasures, there is a high probability they would fail at the pill concoction step.]
["It's time to end the war between the Five Regions and the Great Wasteland Monster Race!"]
[The Dragon-Human Race has already infiltrated the human realm.]
[They are definitely not the good guys, and their strength is unknown but suspected to be very powerful.]
[We can no longer allow the internal forces of the human realm to be depleted.]
[Otherwise, once the Dragon-Human Race makes their move and destroys the human realm just like they destroyed the monster realm, all that extra lifespan you gained will be useless!]
[You fly out from the small world inside the cauldron and retract the Nine Provinces Cauldron back into your body.]
[Releasing your divine sense, everything within a radius of several miles is clearly projected into your mind like a three-dimensional holographic image.]
["So this is what having divine sense feels like. It's so much more convenient!"]
[Outside, the Demon Refining Pot and the Myriad Soul Banner are arguing.]
["Chief Eunuch Pot! Hurry and massage my shoulders!"]
["Hey! Did you crap in the house? You universally despised Myriad Soul Banner~ If you lick around the edges for Lord Pot here, I won't report you!"]
["Listen here, Chief Eunuch, please get the situation straight. I have washed my hands clean now! This kid Chen Yi has massive connections. Hanging out with him, who would dare mess with me?"]
["Yo! Why is this emperor clinging to someone else's thigh? How degrading! That's not authentic at all!"]
["Ah! I'm going to tear your mouth to pieces!"]
[You pry the two scuffling immortal artifacts apart.]
["Stop arguing! It's time to get down to business! Old Wan, go back and issue the order. The battle at the Firmament Domain is critical. Protecting the Five Regions is Western Liang's undeniable duty. All spiritual artifacts, march to war with me!!"]
[The Myriad Soul Banner pauses for a moment.]
["Protecting Western Liang? Undeniable duty? Are these words that a villain like me should be saying?"]
[You crack your knuckles, making a popping sound.]
["Protecting my Five Regions!"]
[Your realm is higher now, and he has even fewer ways to deal with you.]
[Year sixty-two, eighty years old.]
[Extracting traits...]
[Triggered the effect of The Older, The Luckier.]
[Extraction successful!]
[Aura of Ten Thousand Races (Purple Epic): The auras of the ten thousand races in the Void Realm are visualized in your eyes, allowing you to distinguish the aura of each race.
The depth of the aura's color represents the depth of the target's cultivation realm.
The transparency of the aura represents how long ago the target passed through a location relative to when you observe it.
The accuracy of the aura detection is related to your own cultivation realm.]
[Adjust traits?]
[Yes/No]
"Oh? Isn't this just an enhanced version of Demonic Aura?"
Chen Yi speculated that in the rare trait pool, there might not only be Demonic Aura, but also Human Aura, Dragon-Human Aura, and so on.
But in the epic trait tier, a single trait handled it all: Aura of Ten Thousand Races!
"Although Demonic Aura isn't used much anymore, I can equip Aura of Ten Thousand Races to spot the tracks of the Dragon-Human Race!"
After breaking through realms, two more slots had opened up.
Furthermore, after the Five Regions Holy Pill was enhanced, the extra medicinal efficacy allowed the Veteran Tomato User trait to temporarily step down for this simulation, freeing up an additional slot.
Chen Yi browsed through his trait pool.
Next, what his simulated self needed was combat power.
Whether it was to beat the monster race into submission, make them obey, and establish a truce with the human race.
Or to deal with the Dragon-Human Race that might arrive later.
It all came down to one word.
Fight!
[You replaced Veteran Tomato User with Aura of Ten Thousand Races.]
[You replaced The Older, The Luckier with Man and Sword as One.]
[You equipped Serious Punch.]
[You equipped The Only True Prophet on the Field.]
[After equipping the Aura of Ten Thousand Races, with just a thought, strands and wisps of different colored auras appear in your field of vision.]
[The auras left behind by the activities of humans and monsters are all visualized in your eyes.]
[Through simple testing, you figure out exactly what cultivation levels and timeframes the depth of color and transparency correspond to.]
[However, this is mostly an estimation; you cannot rely on it to discern specific cultivation levels or the exact time the other party appeared.]
[The auras of spiritual artifacts' activities cannot be seen, indicating that spiritual artifacts are not one of the ten thousand races of the Void Realm.]
[You also discover a very faint third type of aura, distinct from human and monster auras.]
[There is an eighty percent chance it was left by the Dragon-Human Race.]
[However, the transparency is extremely high, making it almost invisible.]
[This indicates that the auras you are seeing were left a long time ago and have no tracking value.]
[Right now, you don't have the time to worry about the Dragon-Human Race; resolving the conflict between the Great Wasteland Monster Race and the Five Regions is the most pressing matter.]
["Whoosh!!"]
[You streak through the air at extreme speeds, leaving trails of lightning around you.]
[Why are you flying so stylishly?]
[That is because you are wearing the Minister of Rites of the Spiritual Artifact Nation, the Thunder-Chasing Lightning-Catching Boots.]
[This is an immortal artifact. Upon wearing it, you instantly gain the ability to fly, and the higher your realm, the faster you fly.]
[If worn by someone above the Martial King Realm, it can even save the physical stamina consumed by flying.]
[These boots also have offensive capabilities and can release lightning. The faster the wearer moves, the greater the electrical energy and the more powerful the discharge, much like the Flash.]
[Once the Myriad Soul Banner issues the imperial decree, tens of thousands of artifacts in the Spiritual Artifact Nation respond and quickly assemble.]
[Although the Myriad Soul Banner didn't want to do something as righteous as protecting the Five Regions, seeing the spiritual artifacts support him even more after raising this banner, his body honestly followed along despite his verbal complaints.]
[Marching a bunch of spiritual artifacts is much easier than marching living humans.]
[You store all the spiritual artifacts into your storage artifacts!]
[Storage bags, storage rings, storage belts—you hang them all over your body, clinking and clanking as you walk.]
[Spiritual artifacts don't need to eat, drink, or use the bathroom, saving the need for logistics and supply lines!]
[Although the war between the Five Regions and the Great Wasteland Monster Race is also intense this time, compared to the last simulation, at least the rear hasn't devolved into a chaotic mess.]
[This time, there were preparations in place, and the monster race's first wave of vanguard blitzkrieg failed to succeed.]
[As you fly over the Central Plains, you can see that production and daily life in various places are being maintained normally.]
[There have been no large-scale monster outbreaks either.]
[For mortals, their lives haven't experienced any major upheavals yet.]
[But this all depends on whether Cangqiong Ridge can hold the line. If it falls, the demon race will sweep through everything in a single wave, and the Five Regions will still be doomed.]
["Baiyun County?"]
[Without realizing it, you were passing through the skies above Baiyun County.]
[Here, you saw a racial aura of a fourth color.]
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.”
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...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
