The two of you did not arouse anyone's suspicion and soon arrived at the "Demon Passage Zone," which was the world passage maintenance area.
It seemed that the Dragonman race really liked to use the word "Demon" to name their things.
Alien culture—you didn't understand it, nor did you respect it.
You saw many spatial vortexes here.
In front of each vortex stood a stone stele with the name of the realm written in the Dragonman language.
Wing Realm, Sea Fork Realm, Three-Eye Realm, Madman Realm, Minotaur Realm...
There were eleven world passages here.
From time to time, people would go in and out.
It was clear that they were all functioning normally and could be used to travel between worlds.
"Eleven world passages... Does this mean the Dragonman Realm has only conquered eleven worlds so far?"
"Far more than that. The cost of maintaining a world passage is enormous. They only maintain passages to worlds that still hold strategic value and require mutual interaction."
"There is no passage to the Human Realm here. Let's ask around and see if we can open one."
The two of you pretended to make small talk. Ka Two acted very street-smart and handed out two Dragonman cigarettes to the guards watching over the world passages.
They were similar to cigarettes on Earth.
You learned from the guards:
The Three-Headed Realm side had a complete set of the Qiankun Spatial Cannon. It had already saved the location data of the Human Realm and had enough Demon Crystals to blast open a directional rift.
However, because the Human Realm lacked the "Demon Void Array" to maintain the rift, even if it could be opened from this side, it would only last for an instant and couldn't be called a proper passage at all.
You then asked how many people could rush in if they seized that split second.
You were told that if it was someone at the Soul Condensation Realm, only one person could enter.
This put your mind at ease.
As long as you put Wu Yue and the others inside the Cauldron Realm, it would essentially just be you alone.
This method was worth a try.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
Although you formulated a strict plan, with you, Ka One, and Ka Two coordinating from the inside and outside.
But Plan 1, quietly seizing the Qiankun Spatial Cannon, quickly ended in failure.
You kidnapped a few technical experts and forced them to operate the Qiankun Spatial Cannon for you.
The Dragonmen here were not as tough as Hu Chacha and his group. Most were cowardly and afraid of death. Under the threat of your iron fists, they did whatever you told them to.
But this cannon, capable of breaking through world barriers, was simply too complex to operate and made too much noise. It was almost impossible to hide it from the Dragonman soldiers present.
After the enemy forces were attracted, you had no choice but to swiftly switch to Plan 2: a head-on clash.
Wu Yue and the others went forward to intercept the enemy, turning the area around the Qiankun Spatial Cannon into a battlefield.
Your "Leadership Aura" gave Long Yang, Wu Yue, and the others an unprecedented combat experience, leaving them exclaiming in awe.
They didn't know the real reason and assumed their physiques had evolved from staying inside the Great Dao Immortal Artifact for so long.
The group of Holy Son and Holy Maiden candidates unleashed their divine might.
They fought with style and skill, displaying the proper elegance of the Human Realm's pillar generation. They showcased the immense resilience and fighting spirit expected of contemporary prodigies and heroes.
Unfortunately, although they gained the upper hand for a moment, the pressure instantly multiplied when four Dragon King Realm generals from the Slave Control Army joined the fray.
However, Wu Yue and the others lived up to their various Holy Constitutions and Overlord Constitutions, as well as the precious martial arts resources invested in them.
Facing four Dragon Kings and thousands of Dragonman soldiers of varying cultivation levels, the dozen or so of them didn't lose immediately and actually managed to hold their ground.
"Brother Chen! Can we fire the cannon yet?!"
Wu Yue and the others turned their heads, only to find no trace of you.
Where did you go?
They had no time to think. The tyrannical attacks of the four Dragon Kings knocked them off their feet. Someone was already severely injured and collapsed, their life hanging by a thread.
"Bang!"
At this critical moment, a giant foot descended from the sky, stomping one of the Dragon Kings straight into the ground!
Amidst the chaotic army, you had returned with fully stacked Heartsteel!
Standing twenty meters tall, you looked down at Wu Yue and the others and said,
"Go supervise those Dragonmen and make them fire the cannon! Leave this place to me!!"
You grabbed the Nine Provinces Cauldron in your hand and swung it like a brick.
The Nine Provinces Cauldron could change its size, reaching a maximum height of one hundred meters.
At this moment, its volume was adjusted to perfectly match your height.
"The Strictest Father of Alien Races" exerted its full power.
No matter what methods the Dragonmen used to attack you, they were all weakened by a hundred times. It was like scratching an itch from outside the boot—completely useless.
"Rumble!!"
The Dragonman soldiers, almost every one of them armed with various models of magic bullet cannons, unleashed a dazzling array of artillery attacks that rained down like a torrential storm.
You didn't dodge at all, taking it head-on with your physical body.
Alien attacks were already easy for you to withstand, and now, with the addition of the Monster Race talent, your physical strength had doubled, making it even easier to tank the damage.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!!"
Braving the hail of bullets, you wielded the indestructible Nine Provinces Cauldron and smashed wildly. Large swathes of Dragonman grunts were directly smashed into bloody mist.
Those few Dragon Kings didn't dare to take your edge head-on and could only blindly dodge.
One deep pit after another was smashed into the ground, and fissures spread across the earth one by one, extending throughout the entire reservation area!
The earth shook and the mountains swayed, like a roaring tsunami.
The Three-Headed Race tribesmen, who had been reduced to slaves, looked up at your towering figure. Watching you slaughter your way through the Dragonman army, they felt as if they were looking at a savior.
"Is he here to save us..."
"Why does he only have one head?"
"I know! He is a God! The Gods in the temples all have only one head!"
Amidst the chaotic melee, a black steed charged out.
All the Dragonmen present shuddered in unison.
They didn't understand why, but they felt a trembling originating from their very souls.
"Black Wind! Time to eat!!"
The Nine Provinces Cauldron smashed the Dragonmen to pieces, causing them to drop Dragon Pearls.
Black Wind trampled through the enemy camps on the battlefield, opening its mouth and devouring them fiercely.
The Ten Thousand Souls Golden Banner swept across the battlefield, absorbing all the Dragonmen whose bodies had been pulverized and were now floating around as mere souls.
You were eating these dragons three ways, beating the Slave Control Army stationed in this area until they completely lost their temper.
Amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, you held the Nine Provinces Cauldron in your left hand and the Ten Thousand Souls Golden Banner in your right, with Black Wind standing by your feet.
This scene left different impressions in the eyes of different people.
When Wu Yue, Wang Mingbai, Long Yang, and the others looked at you, their eyes were full of envy. They truly wished they were the ones showing off right now.
When the Three-Headed Race tribesmen looked at you, their eyes were filled with devout faith. They viewed you as a descended god who had come to save them.
When the Dragonmen looked at you, their eyes were filled with terror. They viewed you as a god of slaughter from hell, feeling they had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck to actually run into you.
"Their target is the Qiankun Spatial Cannon! We can't let them succeed! Destroy the spatial cannon!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
