"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.
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.”
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?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
