"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.
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!
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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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
