"Ten million!"
Whoosh!
With the command issued, the stack of red banknotes totaling ten million dragon coins piled to Su Yu’s left vanished into thin air under the erasure of an invisible force, dissolving into specks of faint light that scattered completely in the air. Not even a shred of paper was left behind.
[Ding!]
[Top-up successful.]
[Ten million dragon coins deducted, converted into ten million years of cultivation.]
A cold, mechanical tone chimed precisely in his mind.
Su Yu flipped his wrist, and a jade slip glowing with a dim golden light appeared in his palm.
Heaven-rank mid-grade spear art — "Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear."
At the top floor of the Jingwu Library, Vice Principal Nie Changkong had once warned him with grim seriousness: this spear art had no concrete movement charts, only pure destructive intent, and was extremely difficult to comprehend.
But for Su Yu?
Intent?
That was the thing least in need of talent.
As long as you had enough time, even a pig could grind out intent over endless eons!
"Take ten million years of cultivation."
"Pour all of it into the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear!"
Crack!
The dark-gold jade slip instantly webbed with cracks, then transformed into a blinding streak of light that stabbed directly into Su Yu's brow!
Boom!
Su Yu's consciousness was dragged once more into that absolute, motionless, boundless pitch-black void.
The system's simulation space.
Here, time stretched infinitely.
The profundities of the Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear burst open in his mind like a dam breaking.
No moves.
No charts.
Only a pure, extreme intent of annihilation — so absolute it seemed to drag the entire universe into an abyss of death.
If an ordinary martial artist touched that intent even for a single moment, their soul would be ground to pieces by that deathly stillness.
But Su Yu was different.
Under the system's ten-million-year temporal pull, that fierce, violent intent was slowed and diluted endlessly.
Year one.
Su Yu stood in the void, gripping the dark-red manifested spear.
He began to swing it.
No technique, just relying on instinct to feel that deathly stillness.
Year ten thousand.
At last, a wisp of gray, withered aura clung to his spear tip.
That was the germ of annihilation.
The process wasn't painful at all — in fact, it was remarkably comfortable.
Like soaking in a warm spring at just the right temperature, every inch of his soul greedily absorbed that intent.
Effortless.
Unobstructed.
Year one million.
In the void, Su Yu had already swung the spear countless billions of times.
His eyes had become still as ancient water.
Every thrust of the spear sent translucent ripples of gray through the void, and wherever those ripples passed, even the darkness itself was obliterated.
At the same time, he also learned the complete classification of martial will realms.
Minute Perception.
Formless.
Manifestation.
Clarity.
Soul Forging.
Qi Resonance, Domain, Touch Dao, Dao Transformation, Annihilation, Causality, Return to Nothing!
Twelve full realms in total!
When Su Yu absorbed this information, he couldn't help but feel a small jolt in his heart.
According to the residual memories left by past cultivators in the jade slip, even the mightiest Martial Emperor standing at the peak of humanity would, in a lifetime, barely manage to comprehend the "Soul Forging" realm!
Giving the spear intent a true soul!
As for the realms beyond Soul Forging — those were only fragments of legend handed down from the ancient era. In today's martial world, they might be nothing more than a distant, unverifiable myth!
No one could prove them!
Year five million!
The dark-red manifested spear in Su Yu's hand began to change color.
The pure crimson was gradually replaced by a deep, almost absolute gray-black.
Manifestation early stage!
Manifestation mid stage!
Manifestation late stage!
His spear-intent realm, forcibly built up through ten million years of cultivation, soared like a rocket!
Year ten million!
Boom —!!!
In the void, Su Yu abruptly stopped his spear swings.
He stood there silently.
The spear in his hand had turned completely gray-black, radiating a skin-crawling aura of dead stillness.
Manifestation peak!
Only a single thin membrane stood between him and the fourth realm — Clarity!
A clear spear heart, unbound by any object.
Not only that.
Throughout this ten-million-year stretch of relentless simulation, the Heaven-rank martial art Eight Desolations Annihilation Spear had finally been pushed to the realm of Great Perfection!
The will of the Eight Desolations fused entirely into one.
A flash of gray, destructive divine light flickered in Su Yu's deep eyes.
He slowly raised his right arm.
The spear tip pointed straight at the endless void ahead.
"Eight Desolations as One."
"Abyss of Annihilation!"
Swish!
One thrust!
There was no earth-shaking sonic boom, no violent surge of blood breath.
Only a hair-thin gray ray shot silently from the spear tip.
As it passed.
The void collapsed directly!
A pitch-black dead zone over a hundred meters in diameter was formed.
Within that sphere, all life, all matter, even light itself was stripped away and annihilated!
Ferocious!
Startlingly ferocious!
This was a Great Perfection-level Heaven-rank killing technique!
Su Yu retracted his spear with satisfaction.
Swish.
His consciousness snapped back to reality in an instant.
Inside the ultra-luxury penthouse apartment, only one second had passed.
Su Yu opened his eyes.
The faint gray dead-light in his pupils flickered away.
He lowered his gaze to his own hands and felt a strength he'd never known before.
Blood energy of a hundred thousand, combat power rivaling a Martial Spirit.
Add to that his Manifestation-peak annihilation spear intent and the absolute killing move of the Abyss of Annihilation.
Now, if he were to run into that Chen Feng again — even ten thousand of him — they'd all be reduced to ash in an instant!
"But."
"This isn't enough."
Su Yu's gaze fell on the remaining pile of banknotes on the carpet.
Still a hundred and twenty million left.
The path of spending for power had only just begun!
Su Yu flipped his wrist again.
A jade slip glowing with soft white light appeared in his palm.
This was the prize he'd won from Chen Feng.
Heaven-rank top-grade spiritual art — "Formless Calamity Blade"!
In the martial world of the Great Xia Empire, spiritual arts were one in a hundred, far more precious than internal cultivation methods or martial techniques of the same rank.
Because spiritual arts were impossible to defend against physically — they ignored physical defenses and struck directly at the soul itself!
Su Yu took a deep breath.
"System."
"Keep topping up!"
"Ten million!"
Whoosh!
Another ten million dragon coins in red banknotes evaporated from the air, dissolving into specks of light.
[Ding!]
[Top-up successful.]
[Ten million dragon coins deducted, converted into ten million years of cultivation.]
"Take ten million years of cultivation."
"Pour all of it into the Formless Calamity Blade!"
Crack!
The white jade slip shattered, turning into an invisible flood of spiritual power that surged directly into Su Yu's brow and sea of consciousness!
Boom!
Su Yu's consciousness was pulled into that pitch-black simulation void for the third time.
The profundities of the Formless Calamity Blade slowly unfolded in his mind.
The core of this art lay in honing invisible spiritual power — hammering it down, layer after layer, compressing it into razor-sharp "calamity blades."
Killing without form.
Severing souls without trace.
Year one.
Su Yu began attempting to mobilize the faint spiritual power within his mind.
Originally, he had assumed that the mental discipline of spiritual force would prove far more arduous and abstruse than cultivating the flesh and blood of his physical body.
But then—
The moment he actually began circulating the techniques of the Formless Calamity Blade,
he froze.
It was too smooth!
Smooth to the point of being utterly unbelievable.
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?
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
