The Void Arena.
At the very center, upon the enormous platform.
Light flashed.
Two figures materialized out of thin air almost simultaneously.
On the left stood Lin Yuan, heir to the Lin family of Ziwei Star.
He wore a purple-and-gold robe, his expression calm and composed. His right hand was raised slightly.
At his fingertip, a darkness so profound it seemed endless slowly revolved.
A miniature black hole.
Even the surrounding light and space were visibly warped and collapsing under the pull of the fist-sized black hole.
On the right stood Su Yu of the Seventh Legion.
He wore a fitted black outfit and had a lean, upright frame.
He had not summoned even a trace of vital energy. He merely stood there calmly, his right hand clenched around empty air.
Buzz—!
An invisible domain of spear intent spread outward from him.
It forcibly held back the black hole’s attempt to devour everything, keeping its gravitational pull three zhang away from him.
They stood opposed like needle against needle.
Neither yielding an inch.
Beneath the platform, the spectator stands could accommodate more than ten billion viewers.
The roar of discussion rose and fell like a tsunami.
“They’re finally facing each other!”
“The ultimate clash between the younger generation of the Great Chu Starfield!”
“Who are you betting on?”
“Do you even have to ask? Obviously Lin Yuan!”
A prodigy from an ancient sect declared loudly, his tone brimming with certainty.
“Think carefully about how Lin Yuan performed in his previous matches!”
“No matter who his opponent was, no matter what trump card or treasured artifact they used…”
“He relied on only one move from beginning to end!”
“The moment his miniature black hole appeared, it devoured everything! It could even chew up and swallow laws!”
“That kind of black-hole-tier authority isn’t something an ordinary person can withstand!”
Someone beside him immediately chimed in.
“Exactly.”
“Su Yu may be a monster, with both his spiritual power and combat ability being absurdly strong.”
“But when all is said and done, his most impressive achievement was defeating Zhao Kuang, who had only nine thousand drops of source blood.”
“And Lin Yuan?”
“He possesses a full thirty thousand drops of source blood!”
“Combined with the twelve-hundred-fold amplification of a black-hole-tier cultivation technique!”
“Su Yu’s limit of one thousand drops of source blood is right there for all to see. How can he possibly bridge a thirtyfold gap in their foundations?”
Yet some of the spectators kept their eyes fixed on Su Yu.
“I still think Su Yu has the better chance.”
“How many miracles did that kid create when he defeated Zhao Kuang?”
“He might still have some trump card he hasn’t revealed!”
The moment those words were spoken, mocking laughter rang out around them.
“A trump card?”
“Give me a break!”
“He’s only eighteen! At most, he’s been cultivating for a little over a decade!”
“To cultivate both his spiritual power and martial will to such a monstrous level must have consumed all his time and energy, right?”
“If anyone has more trump cards, it should be Lin Yuan!”
“The Lin family is an ancient imperial clan branch that has been passed down for millions of years. Its foundations are unfathomably deep!”
“What trump card could an eighteen-year-old possibly have? Is he going to pull an immortal-grade divine ability out of thin air?”
The atmosphere in the stands was almost overwhelmingly tilted in Lin Yuan’s favor.
After all—
The disparity in realms, the suppression of laws, and the comparison of their apparent statistics were simply too great.
On the platform.
The referee had yet to announce the start of the match.
Lin Yuan held the miniature black hole at his fingertip and looked across the void at Su Yu.
His voice carried a hint of lofty disdain.
“Su Yu.”
Lin Yuan slowly began to speak, his voice carried throughout the entire arena by his vital energy.
“I admit that your talent is unprecedented.”
“To comprehend domain spear intent at eighteen—even across the entire history of the human race in the starry sky, your talent would rank among the top three.”
“But…”
The miniature black hole at Lin Yuan’s fingertip suddenly expanded, radiating a terrifying power of devouring.
“If this is all you have…”
“Then surrender while you still can.”
There was an unmistakable air of condescension in Lin Yuan’s voice, as though he were bestowing mercy.
“Before my black-hole devouring technique, that pure physical strength you’re so proud of is nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.”
“Your domain spear intent may be powerful, but it still cannot break through the black hole’s law barrier.”
“If we really fight, I’m afraid I might lose control and destroy your unparalleled foundation.”
Faced with Lin Yuan’s provocation, Su Yu did not respond.
A thoughtful gleam flashed through his deep eyes.
Lin Yuan was right.
If he relied only on the abilities he had displayed publicly, he was indeed at a disadvantage.
This was not a question of whether he should surrender.
It was a matter of pure combat-power calculations.
On paper, his direct combat power was indeed inferior to Lin Yuan’s.
With a foundation of one thousand drops of source blood, combined with the several-hundred-fold amplification of his domain spear intent, his basic explosive power amounted to, at most, a few hundred thousand drops of source blood.
Lin Yuan, on the other hand—
With thirty thousand drops of source blood and the more-than-thousandfold amplification of a black-hole-tier cultivation technique…
That amounted to a basic destructive force of thirty-six million drops of source blood!
And that was before accounting for the black hole laws’ innate ability to suppress physical attacks.
If Su Yu relied solely on his source blood and forcibly tried to pierce that black hole with his domain spear intent, more than half of his power would certainly be devoured.
“The figures on paper are too far apart.”
Su Yu calculated silently.
“If I want to defeat Lin Yuan with absolute certainty…”
“The simplest method would be to drop the disguise and reveal my true total of forty-five thousand drops of source blood.”
“Forty-five thousand drops, combined with the nine-thousand-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine-fold amplification of the Primordial Chaos Infinite Source Blood Art…”
“With a single slap, I could turn Lin Yuan and his black hole into a bloody pulp.”
But—
Su Yu’s brows drew together slightly.
Being eighteen years old and possessing one thousand drops of source blood had already caused every major power to regard him as a monster.
If he publicly revealed forty-five thousand drops of flawless source blood…
That still felt somewhat risky.
“More than forty thousand drops of source blood. I’ll keep hiding them for now and use them as a trump card.”
“This Lin Yuan isn’t all that impressive. There’s no need to expose it yet.”
Su Yu’s gaze sharpened.
“Of course, I also need a more powerful method.”
“One that allows me to reasonably defeat Lin Yuan head-on while remaining at the realm of one thousand drops of source blood.”
His cultivation technique could not be improved; the incomplete manual in his possession had already been elevated to perfection.
He did not possess any particularly powerful divine abilities, either.
Aside from the Soul-Extinguishing Starburst he had just learned, the only breakthrough point available for increasing his combat power was—
Martial will!
Martial will was not limited by one’s realm. It depended only on comprehension.
As long as his comprehension was sufficiently monstrous, no matter how lofty a level he reached at eighteen, people could simply attribute it to “a gift from heaven” rather than suspecting that he had concealed his cultivation.
Having reached this conclusion, Su Yu did not hesitate.
His thoughts sank inward.
“System!”
“Spend!”
“Ten meteors!”
“Deduce spear intent!”
Without holding anything back, he immediately spent the enormous sum of ten meteors!
Ding!
Ten meteors consumed. Converted into ten star-years of cultivation.
Beginning deduction of martial will—domain spear intent…
Boom—!!!
In an instant, Su Yu’s consciousness was drawn into that absolutely motionless, endless void.
The deduction space.
Ten star-years.
What an immeasurably long and monotonous span of time that was.
Within this nothingness, where the passage of time had no meaning, Su Yu gripped his spear and swung it again and again.
Thrust.
Lift.
Sweep.
Chop.
Hundreds of millions of repetitions.
Hundreds of millions of analyses.
Originally, domain spear intent merely formed a field around his body that suppressed space.
But after ten stellar years of tempering at the extreme limit, this domain began to collapse and undergo a qualitative transformation.
Su Yu’s consciousness gradually reached out to touch the supreme framework hidden deep within the universe—the force that maintained the operation of all things.
The Great Dao!
The intent of the spear was no longer merely a manifestation of will.
Instead, it had begun to resonate with the Great Dao of the universe, even…
Forcefully drawing upon the power of the Great Dao!
The ten stellar years finally came to an end.
Deduction—Grand Perfection!
Whoosh!
In reality.
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?!
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!
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
