You see in the sky that Black Wind's body is completely engulfed in black flames, lunging at the Heavenly Venerate.
It's not that the Heavenly Venerate couldn't dodge, but rather... this is Black Wind's absolute speed, along with precise racial suppression!
The Heavenly Venerate's voice echoes from within the black flames.
"You Dragon-Scaled Steed, you really don't know what's good for you! You finally evolved from the lowest tier to this level, and yet you're willing to go this far for a human? Are you going to unleash all of your bloodline power? If you do, you will also turn to ash and never be reincarnated!"
Black Wind doesn't utter another word; he only burns in silence.
The black flames bloom in the sky like black lotuses, overwhelming the heavens and blotting out the sun.
The Dragonkin flying in the sky—let alone being touched by these black flames—find it agonizingly painful just to look at them or get slightly closer.
"What is this?! Why am I in so much pain?!"
"My soul is trembling!! It's about to fly out of my body! Come back!!"
"I can't take it anymore! My soul feels like it's melting!!"
The Dragonkin fall from the sky like dumplings dropping into a pot.
They aren't dead. As long as they distance themselves from the black flames released by Black Wind, they feel much better.
But this Heavenly Venerate is completely submerged in the energy released by Black Wind's self-sacrifice, with nowhere to run.
The five Earthly Venerates present are incredibly worried. They really want to rush into the black flames to save their Heavenly Venerate, but unfortunately, it's just a thought; their actions mainly consist of shouting.
"Lord Heavenly Venerate! Are you alright! Are you dead?!"
"Lord Heavenly Venerate! Why don't you try opening your mouth and taking a deep breath? It might work miracles!"
"Lord Heavenly Venerate! If anything happens to you, I don't want to live either! However, the position of Chief Heavenly Venerate of the Sixth Expeditionary Army cannot remain vacant, so I should rightfully shoulder this heavy burden!"
Hua Wuyan seizes the opportunity, striking her chest with a palm and spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
Paying a certain price, she quickly completes the connection with the Spirit of the Earth and borrows its power.
"Let's go!"
Hua Wuyan takes you and directly performs a spatial jump, arriving at the central Great Wasteland, near the Hundred Deaths Mountain.
This is the first large-scale clash between the Human Realm and the Dragonkin Expeditionary Army.
Although the Dragonkin Expeditionary Army only has two hundred thousand soldiers, their combat-capable units far exceed that number, and they display absolute professionalism and efficiency when it comes to slaughter.
The enemy charged out from the seabed near the Chaotic Crystal Sea, sweeping across some overseas martial artist factions led by the Wang family. Next was the Xiaoyao Holy Land near the Eastern Sea, followed by the Firmament and Mountain Sea Holy Lands bordering the Eastern Sea.
The Wang family is nearly exterminated, God Xiaoyao fell in battle, Black Wind sacrificed himself, and out of the millions of martial artists from the three great Holy Lands, not even one in ten survived.
As for the even greater number of mortals in the aforementioned regions.
Some of them are already dead, while others are fleeing for their lives with uncertain fates. If victory is not achieved in the end, none will escape this calamity.
The over thirty thousand cultivators you stuffed into the Cauldron Realm are the last remaining strength of the three great Holy Lands.
You let them all out.
Dongfang Shuo, the Grand Priest of the Xiaoyao Holy Land; Shangguan Yingtai, the Holy Lord of the Mountain Sea Holy Land; and Xiao Yunlei, the Holy Lord of the Firmament Holy Land—these three currently hold the highest status among the survivors.
They quickly use their influence to calm the panic among the surviving martial artists.
Everyone rests and heals their wounds on the spot, waiting for the next instructions.
You speak to the higher-ups of the three great Holy Lands.
"I have already contacted the Demon Race and told them to come to the Hundred Deaths Mountain area. We will merge our forces."
Shangguan Yingtai is somewhat uneasy.
"The enemy is truly too powerful. Even God Xiaoyao has fallen. I feel we are not their match. If we gather together, won't we just be wiped out faster?"
You shake your head.
"No, I have prepared a perfect battlefield. As long as we get there, the Dragonkin's advantage won't be so massive. Scattering and fleeing will only delay our demise; only by fighting can we strive for survival!"
"Where is this perfect battlefield you speak of?"
"Firmament Ridge!"
Regarding the death of God Xiaoyao, you have too many questions.
You find old acquaintances like Wu Yue and Long Yang to understand the situation at the time.
"God Xiaoyao was in the Martial God Realm. Even if he couldn't defeat the opponent, couldn't he at least escape with his life?"
Wu Yue tells you.
God Xiaoyao certainly had the chance to leave.
It was just that, at the time, everyone in the Holy Land was organizing a sea crossing to retreat toward the mainland.
God Xiaoyao didn't want to leave first; he was assisting the martial artists and mortals of the Holy Land in fleeing across the sea.
He didn't expect the enemy to arrive so quickly.
To buy everyone time to escape, God Xiaoyao faced the Dragonkin army alone, strictly ordering that no one was allowed to stay behind.
But in that moment, many disobeyed his orders and chose to fight alongside God Xiaoyao.
Wu Yue, Long Yang, and the others were among them.
They are all currently at the peak of the Martial King Realm. Armed with heavy treasures and bolstered by special physiques, they even have the power to fight against ordinary Dragon Saints.
Of those who adventured back from the alien realm with you, only these two remain today.
Baili Su and the others all perished in this war.
When that Heavenly Venerate made a move, God Xiaoyao had no choice but to burn all his power, tearing open a massive spatial rift with his bare hands, making it difficult for the Dragonkin army to cross.
Because of this, martial artists of the Xiaoyao Holy Land like Wu Yue, Long Yang, Dongfang Shuo, and Xie Guihong had the chance to escape with their lives.
Whenever God Xiaoyao is mentioned, the people of the three great Holy Lands are all consumed by grief.
You let out a long sigh.
"God Xiaoyao was a hero."
Sorrow is hard to hide between your brows.
The Seven Luminaries Immortal Array can no longer be formed.
Unless a new Martial God is born later.
You glance at the distant Great Wasteland Forbidden Zone.
You hesitate on whether to awaken the Great Demon and have him strike once.
"Chen Yi, wait a little longer."
Hua Wuyan speaks up.
"We haven't reached a dead end yet; do not waste his one and only chance to strike."
The Great Demon is currently just a wisp of a remnant soul, a lingering obsession. The logic of "when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact" doesn't apply to him; he cannot even be considered a living being.
Therefore, he doesn't care about the survival of the Human Realm.
He said he would only strike once, so it will only be once.
You follow Hua Wuyan's advice.
Not long after, the Four Ancestors rush to the Hundred Deaths Mountain area and regroup with you.
The Four Ancestors all have massive physiques.
They are proficient in a demon art that allows them to carry their clansmen along with them.
The method of carrying is very simple: swallowing their clansmen into their stomachs.
Of course, they won't be digested; they'll just be spat back out once they reach their destination.
Moreover, the volume they can accommodate is far larger than what they appear to be on the surface.
It's like four giant storage bags.
However, the total number of the Demon Race that the Four Ancestors can bring together is at most one hundred thousand.
[But you know that the monster race of the Great Wilderness, excluding the mere cannon fodder, can muster an elite force of over a million.]
[The other monster tribes have no choice but to travel on foot. Their mobility is terrible, and they are still en route.]
[You cannot afford to wait any longer. You must reach Cangqiong Ridge a step ahead, before the Dragonkin army catches up to you.]
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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...
