"As expected, the human race truly has no limits..."
In this moment, you feel even more awed by the racial talents of humanity.
"Scatter! Scatter! Everyone scatter and flee for your lives!"
To evade the Wuxiang, amidst the chaotic turbulence of space and the relentless pursuit and encirclement of the dragon-kin army, the human alliance scattered in all directions.
Just then, you noticed something unusual.
The might of the Sword Master’s slash didn’t seem to stop.
The earth and sky continued to collapse.
With the Sword Master at the center, time and space were collapsing at an alarming rate, spreading outward, with the worst damage near him.
The Sword Master was on the verge of being sucked into the spatial rift, but he stood there, unmoving.
You rushed toward him at top speed.
"Kunlun Mirror! Stop smoking! Can you hold it for a bit?!"
This kind of power, which involved the laws of the world, was outside your area of expertise, so you had to rely on the Kunlun Mirror to hold the line.
After years of healing, the Kunlun Mirror was still smoking but had at least recovered to a 'critically wounded' state.
"Damn it! Even that vile artifact, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, had guts! How could I say no?! I’ll hold it!"
The Kunlun Mirror hovered above your head, stabilizing the space around you to prevent you from being devoured by the spatial rift.
"Sword Master! How are you?!"
You tried to grab the Sword Master, but your hand closed on empty air!
You were stunned.
It turned out that what had been standing there all along was only a remnant of the Sword Master’s soul.
It was your "Materialist Warrior" trait that had led you to mistakenly believe the Sword Master was still present.
Divine abilities were powers that shouldn’t exist in the Void Realm. The collapsing time and space were signs that the Void Realm couldn’t withstand them.
As the caster, the Sword Master suffered the most severe backlash.
If even an entire world couldn’t endure it, you couldn’t imagine the strength of will with which the Sword Master had delivered that strike.
"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner!!!"
You shouted urgently, summoning the distant Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
You wanted to preserve the Sword Master’s soul.
"Actually, I’ve realized for a long time that I seem to be able to comprehend a power higher than techniques or sword dao. But every time I tried to grasp it, I had a dangerous intuition, and ominous signs appeared around me. I had to give up. So this is a divine ability..."
The Sword Master’s voice was very calm.
He turned his head slightly, his face, still youthful from years of good care, smiling as he looked at you.
"I did what I could. The rest is up to you… Don’t blame Long Yang and the others. This was a scheme the enemy had been planning for years—they just fell into the trap..."
The Sword Master’s figure gradually faded and eventually vanished completely.
His sword, which had been intact, shattered on its own in that moment, and its spirit perished along with it.
The Sword Master’s sword had followed its master.
The Sword Master, the leader of the Eastern Wasteland’s Supreme Sword Sect, the number one in the human realm in terms of sword dao, was a man of unwavering integrity with immense charisma. He had made great contributions to the human realm’s preparations against the dragon-kin invasion and died in battle at the dragon-kin stronghold at the age of three hundred and twenty-one.
This elder, this mentor, who had played a significant role in every life you lived since the third simulation—and even in the real world—ended his existence in the most spectacular way.
Seeing the Sword Master’s sacrifice, the mood of the fleeing human alliance sank to rock bottom.
Although the Sword Master wasn’t a War God, wherever he was, everything was handled with order. His profound strength always gave people a sense of security.
For a long time, within the human alliance, the Sword Master’s prestige rivaled that of you, the supreme commander.
Long Yang stopped in his tracks.
"I’m not running anymore! Damn it! I’ll fight them to the death! If I die, I’ll go accompany the Sword Master and kneel to him in the underworld to admit my mistakes!"
Li Chengqian also stopped.
"We ignored the Sword Master’s advice and got him killed. How can we have the face to flee now? We fight to the death without retreat!"
The Shen family, the Three Sacred Lands, the major sects, the noble houses...
The Sword Master’s death jolted everyone’s nerves.
When they thought back to how the Sword Master had tried to stop them from attacking, and how they hadn’t listened and even locked him up,
the survivors of the human alliance turned around and began to fight the pursuing dragon-kin army with all their might.
The Wuxiang, roaming the battlefield, was completely ignored.
Let the Wuxiang devour whoever it wanted—the dragon-kin had to die!
The Three Celestial Lords were overjoyed.
"They’re not running anymore! Excellent, excellent! It looks like we’ll win this war today!"
"Wuxiang! Destroy! Destroy everything!"
"I’ve discovered that humans are a race driven by emotion. Hah, such a lowly race—still a far cry from us noble dragon-kin!"
At the spot where the Sword Master died, the shattered space around it was rapidly repairing itself—this was the world’s self-healing ability.
With the divine abilities that the Void Realm couldn’t withstand gone, the repair happened at a visibly astonishing speed.
At the same time,
"Thump! Thump!"
A strange pounding sound rang out.
"Thump! Thump!"
The sound grew louder and louder.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
It sounded like a heartbeat.
Everyone looked around, and eventually, their eyes fixed on you.
"What’s wrong with General Yi…?"
In everyone’s eyes, at this moment, your face was covered with bulging veins, your eyes were bloodshot, and your molars were clenched so hard they protruded!
"The Sword Master is dead… Dragon-kin… I’ll make you pay with your lives!!!"
The hidden effect of your "Irritable Temperament" trait had been triggered. You had entered the "Extreme Rage" state. All traits related to anger value were amplified tenfold.
The "Super Saiyan" trait had been activated, receiving a tenfold effect boost. You had entered the Super Saiyan One transformation state, increasing your true Qi by 50 times ten, and you could do sit-ups 1 times ten times!
"Whoosh!!"
Your hair instantly turned gold, standing on end. Your true Qi exploded exponentially, beginning to radiate uncontrollably, forming ripples of energy around your body.
You gave vivid meaning to the phrase "blazing with fury"!
With your true Qi boosted five hundredfold, it directly surpassed the Martial Saint level and reached the level a War God!
Rage surged through every part of your body.
You felt only numbness throughout, muscles trembling, soul quaking!
All you wanted now was revenge! To kill!
Your mind refused to process anything else.
If you could stay rational, it wouldn’t be "Extreme Rage."
The space and time shattered by the divine abilities had fully recovered.
On the battlefield, the Three Celestial Lords watched you, wielding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, your hair standing on end, your body radiating golden light, and felt a flicker of wariness.
"This Chen Yi—does he have another trick?"
"Afraid of him? All show and no substance!"
"All troops, hear my command! Kill the human alliance—leave no one alive!"
In your left hand, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner; in your right, the Nine Provinces Cauldron; the Nine Crow Divine Bow slung over your back; the Demon-Refining Pot at your waist; the Mountain River Armor on your body; the Kunlun Mirror hovering above your head!
Golden locks stand on end, a dazzling radiance emanating from every inch of his body!
In this moment, you! Unleash your full power!
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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...
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?!
