At the center of the Taixu Arena.
On the enormous platform, the atmosphere had frozen to a deathly chill.
Facing Zhao Kuang, who stood opposite him with overwhelming momentum and the pressure of nine thousand drops of Origin Blood erupting from his body, Su Yu made no unnecessary move.
He simply stood where he was and slowly raised his right hand.
His five fingers gently closed around empty space.
Hummm—!!!
A low, deep hum, as if it had come from the primordial chaos of the universe, suddenly exploded above the entire arena!
There were no dazzling flashes of light.
No violent surge of blood and energy.
There was only an indescribable aura of annihilation, centered on Su Yu’s right hand, sweeping madly in every direction!
Crack! Crack!
The space around Su Yu shattered inch by inch beneath the pressure of that invisible aura, like fragile glass, collapsing and reforming across a vast area.
An invisible spear, formed entirely from pure will, took shape in Su Yu’s palm with overwhelming force!
The instant the spear materialized,
a terrifying domain capable of suppressing the ages and annihilating all things instantly enveloped Zhao Kuang!
Realm-level Spear Intent!
Silence.
The enormous Taixu Arena, whose circular stands could accommodate more than ten billion spectators, fell into a silence so complete that one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the thin figure on the platform, who stood gripping the invisible spear.
Their minds were utterly blank.
A full ten seconds passed.
“What… what kind of power is this?!”
“He didn’t use his blood and energy! He didn’t use any divine ability! Just the simple act of closing his hand caused space to collapse?!”
“My god… why does this pressure make me feel as if even my soul is trembling?!”
In the audience stands, countless prodigies of the younger generation wore looks of utter terror. They could not identify the source of this power at all.
However,
in the elder seats of the ancient clans and the command seats of the various military legions,
some ancient monsters who had lived for tens of thousands—or even hundreds of thousands—of years suddenly shot to their feet as though they had seen a ghost!
“Martial intent!”
An ancient Supreme Elder from a reclusive sect, his hair white with age, pointed at Su Yu on the platform. His voice trembled violently from extreme shock.
“That is martial intent!”
“And it isn’t ordinary manifested intent!”
“That is… Realm-level Spear Intent, capable of forming its own domain and suppressing an entire region!!!”
Boom!
The moment the words “Realm-level Spear Intent” were spoken,
a magnitude-twelve earthquake erupted among the arena’s upper echelons!
Countless gasps merged into a storm that swept through the entire starry sky.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“That kid actually mastered martial intent?!”
At the center of the vast starry sky, martial intent had long since been discarded by the mainstream cultivation systems.
Why?
Because it was simply too difficult!
Cultivating martial intent had nothing to do with piling up resources, nor did it depend on bloodline inheritance.
It relied on only one thing—comprehension!
Absolute comprehension. The kind of comprehension so monstrous it defied reason!
Without sufficient insight, you could sit in meditation for ten thousand years and exhaust countless supreme-grade Astral Essence Stones, yet you still might not even touch the threshold of martial intent.
The entry barrier was already impossibly high. Advancing to the higher realms was even more difficult.
From Subtlety, to Formlessness, to Manifestation, then Illumination, Soul Forging, Resonance…
Every time a martial artist crossed a major realm, they had to experience countless moments of enlightenment and tempering on the brink of life and death.
More deadly still,
in its early stages, martial intent provided only a limited increase to combat power.
Only after cultivating it to an extremely profound level—such as the “Realm-level”—could its might barely compare to a supreme divine ability of the starry sky.
But the problem was,
if a martial artist wanted to learn a supreme divine ability, all they had to do was steadily spend enough time comprehending the laws. Sooner or later, they would master it.
But what did it take to learn Realm-level Spear Intent?
One needed comprehension unrivaled throughout the starry sky, along with an unbearably long period of time—and in the end…
there was still no guarantee of success!
High risk, low returns, and almost entirely dependent on luck.
That was the fundamental reason martial intent had been completely discarded throughout the starry sky.
Everyone could learn supreme divine abilities. Who would waste years of their lives obsessing over an ethereal martial intent that might remain forever out of reach?
And yet now,
what were they seeing?!
Realm-level Spear Intent!
And it had appeared in the hands of an eighteen-year-old martial artist!
“Insane… this world has definitely gone insane!”
A patriarch of a great clan clutched his head with both hands, his face filled with disbelief.
“He’s only eighteen!”
“Even if he had started practicing spear techniques from the moment he was born, he would have had only eighteen years at most!”
“Eighteen years to comprehend Realm-level Spear Intent?!”
“What kind of heaven-defying comprehension does that require?!”
The audience stands erupted completely.
The countless spectators looking at Su Yu had gone from initial astonishment to sheer horror, as though they were looking at a monster.
“Could that kid have inherited the cultivation of his previous life outright?!”
“A reincarnated ancient World Lord?! He has to be a reincarnated ancient World Lord! Otherwise, there’s no way to explain this!”
“Damn… before this, I still thought the Ninth Prince of Great Chu was the number one prodigy of this generation.”
“But now that I look at it, Chu Tianjiao is just putting on a show. The real prodigy is Su Yu!”
“Shh! Are you trying to get yourself killed? How dare you call His Majesty by his name!”
“What are you afraid of? The law cannot punish everyone! Su Yu’s talent has definitely surpassed the Imperial Family’s understanding!”
The din, the cries of alarm, and the voices of disbelief rose and fell one after another.
With that seemingly casual closing of his hand, Su Yu had pushed the atmosphere of the entire arena to an unprecedented climax.
…
Meanwhile,
on the platform,
Zhao Kuang, who was facing the Realm-level Spear Intent head-on, felt it most deeply.
That invisible sharpness was like countless billions of steel needles, stabbing painfully into his skin.
The more than nine thousand drops of Origin Blood within his body were being suppressed by the spear intent, and their circulation had visibly slowed.
He was being suppressed!
Zhao Kuang’s expression shifted slightly.
But he was, after all, a prodigy who had lived for more than six thousand years. He had experienced countless battles and was no sheltered flower grown in a greenhouse.
After his brief shock,
a cold smile curled across his lips.
“Spear intent?”
“Realm-level?”
Zhao Kuang rolled his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds from his bones.
“It truly is surprising.”
“To think that you comprehended this discarded antique at the age of eighteen. I, Zhao Kuang, have to admire your insight.”
“But!”
Zhao Kuang suddenly stepped forward.
Boom!
Nine thousand and sixteen drops of Origin Blood erupted without restraint in that instant!
His violent blood and energy shot into the sky, transforming into the savage phantom of a blood-colored celestial wolf that threw back its head and howled behind him.
“The gap in cultivation realms cannot be made up by a mere martial intent!”
“You possess only a thousand drops of Origin Blood as your foundation. No matter how powerful your spear intent is, you can forget about crossing this ninefold chasm!”
Zhao Kuang’s gaze was exceptionally savage, filled with the arrogance of someone who had already claimed victory.
“What’s more…”
“Did you really think you were the only one with a trump card?!”
Hummm—!
A strange slit resembling a vertical eye suddenly split open between Zhao Kuang’s brows.
An invisible fluctuation, completely different from vital qi and blood yet equally heart-pounding, surged madly through the crack!
Not vital qi and blood.
Not laws.
But… mental power!
“Divine ability!”
Zhao Kuang burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the arena.
“I have a divine ability too!”
“A minor divine ability!”
“And it’s specifically designed to counter martial artists whose cultivation realm is inferior to mine—”
“A mental-type divine ability!”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!"
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.
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!
