“Caw——”
After the soul fusion of the Three Celestial Venerables collided with it, Wuxiang’s twisted body emitted a piercing sonic wave.
Something inside Wuxiang seemed to be trying to burst out; its body bulged forward in some places and backward in others.
It grew ever more grotesque, its form swelling to a thousand meters in height!
“Shiiiii—”
With jets of white steam spraying from its surface, Wuxiang’s distorted body finally stabilized.
Now, it had taken a vaguely humanoid shape, its outer layer a hard, metallic surface like a suit of armor.
It bore sharp horns on its head, a tail behind it, and its eyes and face resembled those of the Dragon-Human race.
“Clang—”
Wuxiang tore off its left hand with its right, transforming the limb into a pitch-black war halberd.
Then a new left hand grew back.
It studied its new hand for a moment, seemed to find it imperfect, and with a thought, turned it into a razor-sharp claw, gleaming with cold light.
You arrived at Shen Qingshan’s side.
Shen Qingshan sighed.
“The Dragon-Human Celestial Venerable has gone mad. To win, he even sacrificed himself!”
Towering as you now stood, Shen Qingshan looked like a mere speck beside you.
Shen Qingshan proposed resuming the original plan: lure Wuxiang to the outer seas and seal it temporarily.
Studying Wuxiang, which now appeared so human-like, you spoke with concern.
“That trick probably won’t work anymore…”
Wuxiang’s voice came as a chorus of the Three Celestial Venerables.
“Chen Yi!! Though we die, we have bestowed consciousness upon Wuxiang! Let us see how you stop Wuxiang from destroying the human realm!”
With these words, Wuxiang swung its war halberd.
The blade’s icy radiance struck from the coastline all the way to a mountain range ten thousand li away. The earth shattered, the ground collapsed, and the sea reversed its flow!
Floodwaters roared in, waves rising over ten meters high!
With immeasurable power, Wuxiang kept sinking the land, aiming to drown the continent in seawater.
Remember the old warrior king of the Soaring Freedom Sacred Land, the one who was curious and had nothing better to do?
He flew for years and still never reached the ocean’s edge!
Shen Qingshan grasped Wuxiang’s intent.
“It’s trying to flood the continent! Block the waters!”
Shen Qingshan led a host of Martial Sages, charging to the front of the flood, using their own cultivation to resist the brute force of nature and hold back the deluge.
Wuxiang laughed arrogantly, flickering to a distant point thousands of li away, and resumed smashing the continent.
“Let’s see how much you can hold back!”
The halberd struck against a suit of armor.
You made no move to attack. Instead, you let Wuxiang’s blow land on your body clad in the Mountain River Armor.
“Hahaha! Chen Yi! You’re out of tricks!”
Hearing the voices of the Three Celestial Venerables, you grew furious.
You knew they were already thoroughly dead.
This monstrosity was fundamentally still Wuxiang.
Wuxiang had devoured them, mimicking them.
And now, their obsessions and grudges tainted Wuxiang, shaping its current state.
“Damn it! I can’t fight back—how am I supposed to win?”
Wuxiang’s earth-shattering force came crashing down on you, burying both you and the halberd deep beneath the ground.
“Boom!!”
The lush forests shattered, the ground sank, the crust fractured, and rubble flew thousands of meters into the air!
Seawater poured in through this breach once more.
The floodwaters thundered across the land, rushing from the west coast toward the nearest region: the Western Wastes.
Lives were swallowed by the flood; the land turned into a white ocean.
The homes of the Western Wastes’ people collapsed, countless drowning in the waters.
Martial artists could barely protect themselves, but the flood moved faster than they could flee, and soon they were all submerged.
Only Martial Kings could take to the skies, temporarily escaping the waters.
Watching the flood surge endlessly eastward, some Martial Kings who could have fled chose instead to stay and fight it!
They dove into the waters, using all they had learned to resist the raging tide, until they were completely overwhelmed.
Entering a state of unity between heaven and man, your spiritual awareness expanded manyfold, covering the entire Western Wastes.
Seeing those horrors and those magnificent sacrifices, your heart burned with urgency.
“Seven Luminaries Immortal Array!”
You were forced to play your final card.
“Great Fiend! Awaken quickly, help me form the array!”
You called upon the mark the Great Fiend had left on you, rousing him.
“Elder Shen, forget the flood! Rise to the star domain and take your position!”
Shen Qingshan glanced back at the Martial Sages still struggling in the waters, grit his teeth, and left his post to ascend to the star domain.
You left too.
Staying here could not defeat Wuxiang; you had to activate the Seven Luminaries Immortal Array.
Soon, you flew to the Celestial Ridge.
Beneath its many peaks lay buried the remains of dragons and phoenixes.
On the way, when you passed over the capital of the Great Qian Empire, you informed Li Chengqian to awaken Li Wentian’s power.
“Hu Tian’gong! Awaken the dragon and phoenix!”
Hu Tian’gong emerged from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
He already knew all that had transpired.
For him, this moment was agonizing.
Reviving the martial-god-level power of the dragon and phoenix required more than just the demon souls stored in the banner.
To serve as array eyes, that would not be enough.
They needed living beings.
Furthermore, those serving as array eyes risked being consumed.
In other words, if they won this battle, the balance of power between humans and demons in the human realm would tip—the demons would no longer pose a threat.
Still, Hu Tian’gong hesitated only briefly before beginning his magic to summon the power of ten thousand demons.
All those calculations meant nothing unless the human realm survived.
If Wuxiang annihilated everything, talking about the demons’ future was pointless.
Thus, the seven martial-god-level array eyes now included Shen Qingshan, Li Wentian, the Great Fiend, the Dragon God, and the Phoenix God. Two more were still needed.
Li Lingyue?
She was still in seclusion, striving to break through to the martial god realm.
Where could they find two more martial gods?
You shook the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, releasing two souls.
Qing Tai!
Can Xing!
These two—the first Dragon-Human earth venerables to fall—could not be converted by kindness, and so had been sealed in the banner all along.
“Lao Wan! Convert them!”
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner gave a bitter laugh.
“Bro, haven’t you tried this a dozen times? And asked Old Shen to try too—no dice! Their souls are too strong.”
Qing Tai gloated.
“Heheh, human scum! Think you’re so tough just ‘cause you’re huge, huh? Trying to refine me? You can keep dreaming for your next life! Hahaha!”
You swung your fist down!
“Boom!!”
“Convert!”
“Boom!!”
“I said convert!”
“Boom!!”
["Reform him, now!!!"]
[Reformation successful.]

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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?!

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...

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.”