Boom—!!!
Two utterly different forces collided at the center of the Taixu Arena!
There was no earth-shaking explosion.
Only the sound of laws annihilating—a noise that made the very soul tremble.
On the arena platform.
On one side stood the Ninth Prince, Chu Wudao.
One million drops of origin blood!
True black-hole-level pressure, combined with the singularity black hole devouring everything behind him, radiated an absolute darkness that drove all who sensed it to despair.
On the other side stood Su Yu.
Forty-five thousand drops of flawless origin blood!
A full 9,999-fold amplification from the Primordial Chaos Origin Blood Art!
Gray, hazy streams of chaotic energy surged from his lean body, transforming into an indestructible domain of chaos.
The two forces formed a sharply divided boundary in midair.
No matter how terrifying the singularity black hole’s gravitational pull was, it could not shake the slightest inch of the area within three zhang of Su Yu!
Below the arena.
More than ten billion spectators.
Elders and patriarchs from the various major powers.
At this moment, they collectively lost their voices.
They were dumbfounded.
Completely and utterly dumbfounded.
Inside the Taixu Arena, the vast stands capable of holding more than ten billion spectators fell silent for several seconds.
Then they exploded!
It was not cheering or screaming.
It was an incredulous wail born from having one’s entire worldview pinned to the ground and repeatedly crushed!
“Forty-five thousand drops?!”
A peerless prodigy from one of the top academies clutched his hair with both hands, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets.
“Wasn’t he at one thousand drops?!”
“Where did those extra forty thousand-plus drops of origin blood come from?!”
“Is this some kind of damn magic trick?!”
Beside him, another young prodigy’s face had gone deathly pale, his entire body trembling violently.
He shakily extended a finger and began frantically gesturing in the air.
He was doing the math.
He was calculating an account that left the entire younger generation in despair!
“Eighteen years old…”
“Forty-five thousand drops of origin blood…”
“Even if we assume he started cultivating in his mother’s womb—from the moment the fertilized egg formed…”
“One year has three hundred and sixty-five days.”
“Eighteen years is more than six thousand five hundred days!”
The prodigy’s voice had already taken on a despairing, almost tearful note.
“On average, he would have to condense nearly seven drops of origin blood every single day?!”
Boom!
As soon as that terrifying figure was spoken aloud, all the young prodigies nearby who had been listening with bated breath collapsed limply into their seats.
Seven drops a day?!
These so-called divine sons and saintesses, hailed as the future of the starry sky, exhausted astronomical amounts of resources and had their elders protecting them.
If they could condense one drop of origin blood in a year, they were already praised as “geniuses.”
If they could condense ten drops in a year, they were considered “heaven-defying talents”!
And Su Yu?
Seven drops a day?!
“Is he even human?!”
“This completely violates the universe’s law of conservation of energy!”
“Even if he chewed on stars like candy, there’s no way he could refine energy that quickly!”
The younger generation had been utterly shattered by Su Yu’s unreasonable cultivation speed.
And high above the stands.
The patriarchs of the various major powers and the elders of secluded sects—
these veteran powerhouses who had lived for more than a hundred thousand years—
were even more violently and profoundly shaken than the younger generation.
“Standing as an equal…”
A Supreme Elder at the peak of the black-hole level stared fixedly at the sharply divided forces in the center of the arena.
His voice was dry.
“He actually blocked it?!”
The elders viewed the situation from a far more incisive angle than the younger generation.
The young people had only seen the explosive increase in Su Yu’s origin-blood reserves.
But what the older generation saw was a terrifying clash that transcended dimensions!
“Forty-five thousand drops against one million!”
“In terms of quantity, he’s still behind by more than twenty times!”
Another great clan patriarch crushed the meteorite-iron railing in front of him with both hands, his face filled with shock.
“And behind the Ninth Prince is a singularity black hole! It’s the qualitative transformation of one million drops of origin blood!”
“Su Yu hasn’t even condensed a black hole. He’s merely releasing his origin blood directly!”
“How can he stand as an equal?!”
The elders’ minds raced.
Their gazes remained locked on the layer of gray, hazy energy surrounding Su Yu.
“It’s that gray energy!”
“The dimension of that power is far too high!”
“It’s so far above the others that it can completely disregard the twentyfold disparity in quantity—and even forcibly repel the devouring laws of a singularity black hole!”
“What kind of cultivation technique is that?!”
Shock.
A steady, profound shock spread wildly among the veteran powerhouses.
They had thought that possessing one thousand drops of origin blood at the age of eighteen was already a peerless talent seen only once in tens of thousands of years.
They had never imagined that Su Yu stood above even such prodigies!
He had already surpassed the limits of common sense!
…
On the eastern side of the Taixu Arena.
In the Seventh Legion’s preparation zone.
The atmosphere had become bizarre beyond description.
Chen Xuan, the mighty Domain Lord–level commander whose reputation shook the starry sky, slowly turned his head like a wooden statue.
His eyes, containing the rise and fall of galaxies, were fixed on Lu Xinghe beside him.
They were filled with accusation, doubt, and extreme disbelief.
“Lu Xinghe.”
Chen Xuan’s voice was low, but every word seemed to carry the sound of thunder.
“Tell me the truth.”
“He’s really eighteen years old?”
Chen Xuan had lived for an immensely long time. Even when facing Domain Lord–level powerhouses from the alien races of the starry sky, he had never so much as furrowed his brows.
But now, he was truly bewildered.
What the hell?!
Was this for real?!
Forty-five thousand drops of origin blood?!
And you call him eighteen years old?!
Faced with the commander’s questioning, Lu Xinghe looked as though he was about to cry.
He abruptly raised his right hand, pointing three fingers toward the heavens.
“Commander!”
“I swear to the heavens!!!”
Lu Xinghe’s voice cracked from overwhelming excitement.
“Not only is he eighteen years old!”
“His bone age is absolutely genuine—there’s no possibility of fraud!”
Lu Xinghe recalled the scene when he had first met Su Yu on the Blue Star in the wastelands. It still felt like a dream.
“And the most outrageous part is—”
“He’s a human I brought back from a remote starfield!”
“A wasteland planet with depleted spiritual energy, one that doesn’t even have star-origin stones!”
“He isn’t even one of our starry-sky humans!!!”
Boom!
Lu Xinghe’s words exploded in Chen Xuan’s mind like a magnitude-ten earthquake.
A remote starfield?!
A wasteland planet?!
No star-origin stones?!
Chen Xuan sucked in a cold breath, feeling as though even his Domain Lord–level brain was about to crash.
“In a wasteland where even breathing is difficult…”
“He cultivated forty-five thousand drops of origin blood in eighteen years?!”
“This…”
Chen Xuan could not go on.
He only felt that his entire cultivation career of more than a hundred thousand years had been nothing but a joke.
…
At the same time.
In the imperial clan’s exclusive premium viewing area.
On a meteorite-iron throne that towered into the clouds.
The Emperor of Great Chu, Chu Tianjiao—
this supreme existence who ruled over vast star domains and possessed nine billion drops of origin blood—
was also dumbfounded.
He remained seated on his throne, his body still leaning slightly forward.
But within those deep eyes, unprecedented waves of turmoil had already surged!
His perception was sharper than anyone else’s present.
He saw deeper and more clearly than everyone else as well!
“Forty-five thousand drops…”
Chu Tianjiao murmured inwardly.
For someone at the peak of the Domain Lord level, the sheer quantity was still something he could accept.
After all, in the vast universe, it wasn’t impossible for a freak with a mutated gene to appear every now and then.
But—
What truly made Chu Tianjiao’s soul tremble, even causing his entire worldview to collapse, was the quality of those forty-five thousand drops of Origin Blood!
“Flawless…”
Chu Tianjiao’s pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.
“They’re all flawless Origin Blood!!!”
As the Emperor of Great Chu, he knew all too well the weight carried by the word “flawless.”
When starry-sky martial artists cultivated, they absorbed Astral Essence Stones and consumed rare heavenly treasures.
No matter how high-grade or precious those resources were, as long as they came from external sources, they would inevitably contain a trace of impurities.
Those impurities would merge into one’s Origin Blood, causing its purity to decline.
Even the Great Chu imperial family!
Even if they exhausted the accumulated foundations of an entire star domain, used the most advanced purification formations, and nourished it with the gentlest astral spirit liquid…
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!
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?!
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?!
