[Besides granting a longer lifespan, Guardian Protectors can also communicate with the Earth Spirit and borrow its power.]
[You witnessed this before with Hua Wuyan.]
[Additionally, Guardian Protectors can, to a certain extent, call upon the Seven Radiance Force of a realm.]
[It's just not as exaggerated as the Seven Radiance Immortal Formation.]
[The Seven Radiance Immortal Formation is like directly activating GM privileges, while Guardian Protectors face many permission restrictions and can't act as freely.]
["Senior Hua always talks about me having some Great Dao Fruit. What exactly is it?"]
[Li Lingyue thought for a moment.]
["It should be 'Realm Lord.'"]
["Isn't that just a title? Can it have actual benefits like a Guardian Protector?"]
["It does. Realm Lord is also a kind of power. The strongest person in a realm has a chance to become Realm Lord, but Master never told me what changes that brings."]
[Actually, you can be considered a Realm Lord right now.]
[You saved the entire world, and all living beings in the Human Realm revere you as a god. Your personal worship is at its peak.]
[Every household hangs your portrait and enshrines your spirit tablet.]
[Your incense offerings are many times more abundant than Li Lingyue's.]
[Year 87, age 106.]
The Myriad Soul Banner, now the king of the Artifact Nation, reported that Hu Tiangong had something to discuss with you.
["Brother Hu, have you been resting well?"]
[The Seven Radiance Immortal Formation took power from the Dragon Corpse and Phoenix Corpse, so its impact on Hu Tiangong was actually minor.]
[Still, it caused him some injury. After being nourished in the Myriad Soul Banner, he should now be mostly recovered.]
["Thanks to Brother Chen's blessing, everything is fine."]
["I hear you have something important to tell me?"]
["Yes, I want to lead the remaining demon beasts of the Human Realm to leave and find a new home."]
[You were somewhat startled.]
["Why is that?"]
[Hu Tiangong smiled.]
["The Human Realm is ultimately the world of humans. We demon beasts hope to find a relatively primitive world and start anew. If we can also summon our scattered clansmen from other void realms, even better."]
[Humans and demon beasts were once ancestral enemies.]
[But in the Dragon-Human War, both sides fought side by side, sharing life and death.]
[The demon beasts paid an even greater price in that war than humans did.]
[Now, with peace restored, no one can guarantee whether the two races will be friends or foes in the future.]
[Hu Tiangong had extremely high political intelligence.]
[He worried that after victory, you might "kill the donkey once the mill is turned" or "purge the meritorious officials," completely wiping out the demon beasts who could no longer compete with humans.]
[You had no such intention.]
[But even if you told the truth, no one would believe you.]
[This wasn't a matter of belief, but of capability.]
[You didn't try to persuade him further, only explaining the difficulty.]
["Right now, the Human Realm's Five Element Root Artifacts are still missing the Heaven and Earth Sword. With only four Root Artifacts, opening passages to other realms isn't easy. Moreover, you have specific requirements for the target realm. It's almost impossible to know the situation of another world without personally going there to check."]
["Brother Chen, you misunderstand. I heard that your side's Qiankun Mirror is very skilled at opening passages to the Demon Realm. You only need to help me with that."]
["But the Demon Realm has nothing. Why go back?"]
["Once we return, we'll find a way to search for a new home on our own."]
[You asked no further questions.]
[With you, Li Lingyue, and the Four Ancestors going all out, breaking through the world's barrier was no problem.]
[The pressure was once again on the Qiankun Mirror.]
["Can you do it?"]
["Back when I was just a single mirror, I could precisely locate the Demon Realm. Now, with three old comrades helping me, pinpointing it is a piece of cake!"]
[The Qiankun Mirror shook its half-body as if tossing its bangs.]
[No bangs came out, but plenty of smoke did.]
["Was that really precise Demon Realm locating, or just a lucky guess? Besides, have you fully recovered yet? I suspect you're talking in your sleep."]
["I am perfectly clear-headed right now!"]
[After years of star source treatment, the Qiankun Mirror had indeed recovered considerably.]
[Soon, the passage to the Demon Realm was smoothly opened.]
[The four ancestors—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—along with their grown descendants like Hongluan, Xuan Gui, Qing Jiao, and Shan Jun, used demonic techniques to store demon beasts within their bodies and charged one after another into the passage.]
[Before leaving, Hongluan gazed deeply at you.]
["Benefactor, Hongluan is leaving..."]
[That glance from Hongluan, for a moment, brought you back a hundred years.]
[To that vast wilderness, where you, having just obtained the Heartsteel, first met Hongluan.]
[..."I am Hongluan, youngest daughter of Vermilion Bird. I was trapped in a forbidden land uprising while trying to save my clansmen. Thanks to your timely assistance, young warrior..."]
[The past is like the wind, stirring one's heart.]
["Hongluan, take care."]
["Mm-hmm!"]
[The demon beasts were gone.]
[Everything in the wilderness gradually returned to human possession.]
[Perhaps one day in the future, the two races would meet again at the peak.]
[Year 88, age 107.]
[Wu Yue died.]
[During the Dragon-Human War, she was attacked by an Earth Lord and severely wounded, even her soul suffering grave damage.]
[Despite being sent to Fragrant Herb Valley for immediate medical treatment.]
[She still endured a few years of agony in her sickbed before passing away.]
[When you arrived, Wu Yue had already lost her breath.]
[You sat quietly by the bedside, gazing at this face identical to your second sister's, a tumult of emotions in your heart.]
[Hua Wuyan, Sword Master, Li Chengqian, Sun Cheng'en, Xiaoyao God, Baili Su, Long Yang, Wu Yue, Dongfang Shuo...]
[The Dragon-Human War had claimed far too many lives.]
[But the one that would claim even more was named "Time."]
[A martial artist's theoretical lifespan is just theory.]
[Martial Kings living under two hundred years are common.]
[Due to battle injuries, damaged foundations, backlash from cultivation, and other factors, shortened lifespans are frequent occurrences.]
[Which survivor of the Dragon-Human War didn't bear wounds?]
[Having only thirty years left to live might not seem long, but many others would leave even sooner than you.]
["Old friends are like fallen leaves in the wind, withering away one by one..."]
In the subsequent simulations,
Chen Yi entered seclusion.
He barely went anywhere, only occasionally interacting with Li Lingyue.
He found a scenic, tranquil spot in the Five Regions to cultivate and research.
Either improving his cultivation level,
Or increasing his knowledge.
His mastery in realms, formations, alchemy, artifact refinement, and incense dao all steadily advanced.
When bored, Chen Yi would also perform tedious repetitive actions, using the "proficiency" keyword to further elevate his Heaven-grade martial arts.
He naturally continued drawing one keyword per year.
Among them were some high-quality keywords with excellent effects.
However, since these keywords have little bearing on our story, we'll set them aside.
Due to his esteemed status, people from all over the world made pilgrimages to him and offered treasures.
Included among them were various longevity-extending items.
Although these treasures only worked the first time, they still helped Chen Yi extend his lifespan by a few years.
Unfortunately, the pressure of debt repayment was too great, so overall, he didn't manage to hold on for many more years.
“This simulation should come to an end. Rare indeed! Another natural death from old age!”
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!"
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
