“This Starry Sky New Star Tournament…”
“His Highness is destined to seize first place by an overwhelming margin!”
“Those so-called heirs of the great clans are nothing more than chickens and dogs before His Highness!”
Chu Wudao withdrew the dark golden radiance from his palm.
The violent energy of his bloodline receded completely into his body.
He slowly descended to the ground.
His face was cold and stern, and his brows carried an innate air of lofty superiority.
He was brimming with confidence.
As for the praise from those around him, he did not refute it.
Because it was simply the truth.
With a foundation of one hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood, who among the younger generation of the entire Great Chu Starfield could possibly stand against him?
Just then—
The void above the martial arena suddenly rippled violently.
A middle-aged figure wearing a Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe appeared out of thin air, radiating an imposing presence without even showing anger.
The Great Chu Emperor, Chu Tianjiao.
An unparalleled existence at the peak of the Domain Lord level, possessing nine billion drops of Origin Blood!
“Greetings, Your Majesty!”
The surrounding retainers and ministers immediately knelt on the ground.
Chu Wudao also bowed slightly.
“Father.”
Chu Tianjiao waved his hand, signaling for everyone to rise.
He walked over to Chu Wudao and looked his most esteemed son up and down.
His eyes were filled with undisguised admiration.
“Wudao, your Imperial Extreme Heaven-Shaking Record has improved yet again.”
Chu Tianjiao nodded in satisfaction.
“One hundred and fifty thousand drops of Origin Blood. Your foundation is solid, and your divine ability has reached the grand mastery stage.”
“Good. Very good.”
After receiving the emperor’s praise, Chu Wudao remained calm, though a trace of pride flashed through his eyes.
“You flatter me, Father.”
“Your son will certainly seize first place in the New Star Tournament, bringing honor to the imperial family and making the might of Great Chu known throughout the stars.”
“First place? Naturally.”
Chu Tianjiao smiled.
Then his expression turned solemn.
He abruptly swept out his wide sleeve.
Boom—!!!
Amid a deep mechanical rumble, the surrounding space twisted violently.
A colossal construct ten zhang tall, its entire body gleaming with the deep luster of a black hole, descended with a thunderous crash into the center of the martial arena!
The construct had a humanoid shape.
Its surface was covered in countless intricate starry-sky formation patterns, so complex that they were almost impossible to make out.
It stood there in silence.
Not the slightest trace of energy leaked from it.
Yet merely by existing, its immense mass pressed upon the surrounding void until it let out repeated, overwhelmed cries.
When Chu Wudao saw the construct, an astonishingly bright light suddenly erupted in his previously tranquil eyes.
Even his breathing quickened involuntarily.
“This is…”
The surrounding ministers widened their eyes, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
“A God of War Armament?!”
“And this luster… the density of these formation patterns…”
“This is a top-tier black-hole-grade God of War Armament!!!”
Seeing everyone’s astonishment, a satisfied curve appeared at the corners of Chu Tianjiao’s mouth.
“That’s right.”
“The black-hole-grade God of War Armament—‘Annihilation.’”
Chu Tianjiao’s voice echoed across the martial arena.
“A God of War Armament is the ultimate weapon, combining battle armor and a mecha into one.”
“It can not only perfectly synchronize with a martial artist’s Origin Blood, granting absolute physical and law-based defense…”
“It can also amplify the martial artist’s cultivation technique and divine abilities, further increasing their power!”
Chu Tianjiao pointed at the black-hole-grade God of War Armament, his tone exceptionally grave.
“This ‘Annihilation’ was the pinnacle creation of the Tiangong Pavilion. It took one hundred thousand years and countless supreme-grade resources to forge.”
“It can remain usable until its wielder reaches ninety million drops of Origin Blood…”
“In other words, it can be used all the way to the absolute peak of the black-hole grade!”
“Its value is extraordinary—simply immeasurable.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Wudao’s heart began to race.
A God of War Armament that could be used until one possessed tens of millions of drops of Origin Blood!
It was undoubtedly a supreme treasure capable of driving every black-hole-grade expert into a frenzy!
With it, his combat power would undergo an unimaginable transformation!
“Father.”
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Chu Wudao stepped forward.
“This God of War Armament… is it for me?”
Chu Tianjiao nodded.
But immediately afterward, he shook his head.
“It is for you.”
“But I cannot give it to you directly.”
Chu Wudao frowned slightly, puzzled.
With his hands behind his back, Chu Tianjiao gazed deeply into the distant starry sky.
“Wudao, you must understand.”
“A God of War Armament of this level is a top-tier strategic resource.”
“Even our imperial family cannot casually allocate one to a particular prince.”
“The Great Chu Starfield is not ruled by the imperial family alone.”
Chu Tianjiao’s voice carried the cold calculation of an emperor.
“Those ancient great clans and hidden sects below us—does any one of them lack profound reserves of power?”
“All of them are watching the strategic resources in the national treasury with unwavering attention.”
“If our imperial family forcibly bestowed this ‘Annihilation’ upon you…”
“We could force it through.”
“But it would inevitably provoke the dissatisfaction of those great clans and sects.”
Chu Tianjiao turned and looked at Chu Wudao.
“Once that dissatisfaction accumulates, it will do the imperial family’s rule more harm than good.”
“Throughout history, how many imperial powers have fallen because they repeatedly engaged in this kind of forced favoritism?”
“The people beneath them felt things were unfair. They felt wronged.”
“And when that resentment accumulated for too long, they rebelled against the throne.”
Chu Tianjiao let out a cold laugh.
“So, we need an excuse.”
“One that is entirely aboveboard and will leave everyone speechless.”
Chu Wudao immediately understood.
“You mean…”
“The Starry Sky New Star Tournament!”
A sharp glint flashed in Chu Tianjiao’s eyes.
“The first-place prize in this New Star Tournament will be this black-hole-grade God of War Armament!”
“As long as you defeat everyone fair and square and take first place…”
“This ‘Annihilation’ can justifiably fall into your hands.”
“By then, who would dare say a word?”
The corners of Chu Wudao’s mouth lifted into a confident smile.
“Your son understands.”
“Rest assured, Father. No one but your son can take first place.”
Chu Tianjiao gave a slight nod.
Yet deep in his eyes lay an inextricable solemnity.
An emperor was suspicious by nature. He would not tolerate even the slightest variable in this grand scheme.
Because this ‘Annihilation’ was far more than just a weapon. Hidden within its core formation patterns was the Void Key that the Great Chu imperial family had spent generations deciphering at the cost of countless effort.
It was the only key capable of opening the core layer of the Divine Lord’s Palace—the Primordial Divine Armament Ruins!
Within it lay the most perfect breakthrough opportunity in the starry sky!
Upon breaking through to the black-hole grade, a martial artist could condense one of three kinds of black holes: the inferior Collapsing Black Hole, the superior Star Abyss Black Hole, or the most supreme Singularity Black Hole.
Only those who condensed a Singularity Black Hole would be qualified to set foot in the Domain Lord realm in the future!
And once one entered the Divine Armament Ruins, they could undergo a baptism by the Primordial Origin, save themselves ten thousand years of bitter cultivation, and condense a Singularity Black Hole with one hundred percent certainty—seizing in advance the absolute key to reaching the Domain Lord realm!
This was the imperial family’s true objective in holding the New Star Tournament.
Everything had to be ensured beyond any doubt!
At this thought, Chu Tianjiao turned his head toward a prince responsible for coordinating the New Star Tournament.
The emperor’s voice became incomparably imposing.
“Are you certain?”
“Is Wudao truly in a class of his own?”
The prince hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.
His tone was exceptionally certain.
“Your Majesty,” he replied,
“I have already carefully cross-checked the profiles of the seeded contenders submitted by all the major clans and sects.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
