Wu Yue looked at the small world around them, and in the vision outside the cauldron, the Qiankun Mirror continuing to exert its power.
"Will taking a Great Dao immortal weapon out of the Human Realm affect its Five Elements foundation?"
"No, as long as a Great Dao immortal weapon isn't destroyed, it won't affect the Five Elements of a realm, even if it goes to another world."
You have experience in this regard, supported by Old Shen's theoretical research.
The thirty-second year, fifty-one years old.
Extracting trait...
Extraction successful!
"Blazing Gaze" (Green Rare): At night, your eyes will emit high-power searchlight beams. It won't blind you, but it might blind others.
Adjust trait?
Yes/No
You replaced "Eternal Half-Emperor" with "Formation Master".
Days passed by one by one.
In this place where day and night were indistinguishable, you couldn't tell how much time had passed.
You only knew that the food reserves were eaten up.
You even counted exactly how many blades of grass were in the Cauldron Realm.
The daily "caw caw" of the nine crows went from annoying at first to numbing now.
"Looks like we're going to be trapped here for the rest of our lives..."
Someone said mournfully.
Just then, the voice of the Qiankun Mirror came from the vision outside the cauldron.
"We escaped! We escaped! Hahaha! This is a free world! There are no bindings here!!"
Long Yang and the others were baffled.
"What is the Qiankun Mirror talking about?"
You froze for a second, then your mouth twitched.
"He might be having an episode."
The Qiankun Mirror started spouting nonsense.
It ran and jumped in the spatial turbulence, completing one beautiful bicycle kick after another.
Without the Qiankun Mirror stabilizing the surrounding space, the distorting power of the spatial turbulence on matter once again bore down on the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
Da Chun sweated profusely, aided by a group of immortal weapons.
The twenty of you didn't just stand there watching; you all channeled your Three Qis to Da Chun. Whether it was useful or not, you had to contribute somehow.
"Brother Chen Dong! Are your immortal weapons even authentic?! Why is each one more abnormal than the last!"
When Long Yang and the others first arrived and saw you had so many immortal weapons, they were incredibly envious.
After a while, they weren't envious at all.
An old eunuch, an old villain, an old mute, a village guardian, and nine crows that squawked all day long, driving everyone to a nervous breakdown.
The Qiankun Mirror outside was an even heavier hitter.
Going crazy at a time like this, it was going to get all of you killed here.
You were already quite calm about all this.
You took out a wine jar, set out twenty large bowls, and poured them full with a splash.
"Everyone, let us drink this wine and go to the underworld together!"
Baili Su and the others said in unison.
"Hey, don't say such dramatic things!! We don't want to die yet!!"
At this moment, they understood another truth: like master, like weapon.
You shrugged, expressing your helplessness.
Spatial turbulence wasn't something a group of people below the Martial King realm like you could handle.
What else could you do but accept your fate?
However, a miracle actually happened.
The Qiankun Mirror went completely insane in the spatial turbulence, even starting to attack indiscriminately.
It didn't know what it hit, but it actually created a sizable rift!
Da Chun, quick-eyed and deft-handed, steered the Nine Provinces Cauldron right through it, bumping the Qiankun Mirror inside along the way.
The Qiankun Mirror was still yelling.
"No!! I don't want to go in!! That's a cage!! The outside is a vast world with endless possibilities!!!"
The surrounding scenery constantly shifted.
A bright light came from the vision outside the cauldron, dazzling you.
Accompanied by astonishing swaying and violent shaking, the Nine Provinces Cauldron crashed into a rocky mountain with a loud bang.
The massive impact caused the several-hundred-meter-tall mountain to collapse by more than half on the spot.
Tumbling avalanches of stone buried the Nine Provinces Cauldron within.
Although the outside vision was obscured by crushed rocks, you knew that the outside was no longer the bizarre spatial turbulence.
"Are we back in the Human Realm?"
"Hahaha! Great, this is great! It's truly a miracle!!"
"Brother Chen, quickly open the exit to this realm, I can't wait to go out and take a deep breath of the Human Realm's air!"
You looked at the vision outside the cauldron and saw something others couldn't see—the aura of a foreign race.
"You guys better not celebrate too early..."
Before you could open the Cauldron Realm's exit, several explosions rang out outside.
"What's going on? Who's attacking us now?"
The explosions cleared away the gravel and crushed rocks burying the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
From the outside vision, two Dragonkin with fleshy wings could be seen hovering in the air, holding magic cannons and peering at the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
One of them was holding half of the Qiankun Mirror in his hand.
They were speaking the Dragonkin language.
But you could understand it.
"Look! This seems to be a Five Elements Foundation Artifact too!"
"Haha! We brothers picked up two Five Elements Foundation Artifacts for free today. Once we hand them over to the chief, we'll definitely be able to exchange them for decades of lifespan!"
"We struck it rich! We struck it rich!"
Long Yang and the others were stunned when they clearly saw the appearance of the two Dragonkin outside.
"What the hell are these things, are they from the Monster Race..."
"Are we really back in the Human Realm?"
"I'm afraid not..."
You weren't in a hurry to go out, instead, you let Hu Chacha out first.
Long Yang and the others couldn't see Hu Chacha without using special methods; they only saw you wave the Ten Thousand Souls Golden Banner and then open the Cauldron Realm's exit.
Hu Chacha went out.
The two Dragonkin outside were quite surprised to see a fellow townsman.
"Brother, why are you inside this foreign realm's Five Elements Foundation Artifact? Which camp are you from? Where is your body?"
Hu Chacha performed an incredibly authentic Dragonkin greeting.
"Seniors, I actually discovered this artifact and luckily brought it back from a foreign realm."
Their expressions looked like they didn't quite believe him.
"If you two brothers don't mind, I can offer this item to you."
Their expressions looked like they believed him now.
"I just don't know if there are other clansmen in this area. As the old saying goes, everyone who sees it gets a share. If there are too many people, the reward won't be enough to split."
The two Dragonkin in the sky laughed out loud.
"Don't worry, this area is the 'Shattered Zone'. Let alone 'people', there isn't even a single blade of grass!"
Before the two of them could finish rejoicing, you walked out of the Cauldron Realm, your hands clasped behind your back, looking like a transcendent master.
"Then I can rest easy. You can enter the banner now!"
You raised your hand and slapped through the air.
A giant flaming hand directly smashed these two small fries who were only at the Soul Tempering Realm, crippling them on the spot.
[With a wave of the Myriad Soul Golden Banner, a terrifying... wait, no, a holy radiance cascaded down, directly ripping out their souls and imprisoning them within the banner.]
["Old Wan, reform them!"]
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!"
