“Run!!!”
Nie Changkong let out a shrill roar like a dying beast.
He burned the origin of his Martial Emperor cultivation and used the last of his life force to forcibly cleave open a narrow crack in the abyssal domain, which had solidified like iron. The gap was barely wide enough for one person to pass through!
That was the only escape route he had left for Su Yu!
And yet—
Su Yu, clad in silver armor, did not move.
He stood there quietly.
Then he raised his head.
He looked up at the black sphere of destruction in the sky, which was still expanding and had grown powerful enough to annihilate the heavens and earth.
Great Black Heaven: Abyss of Ten Thousand Calamities!
This deadly strike, powerful enough to sink everything within a hundred-mile radius, came crashing down with suffocating pressure!
“What are you waiting for?!”
Nie Changkong was covered in blood. Watching Su Yu stand motionless, he was so furious that his eyes nearly split open.
He was desperate!
Truly desperate!
He had risked his life just to protect the human race’s hope, yet this kid was spacing out at a moment like this?!
Just as Nie Changkong was about to forcibly burn his soul and throw Su Yu through the crack—
A sudden change occurred!
Su Yu moved.
He did not turn and run.
Instead, he slowly raised his right hand.
Hum——!
Within his body, the perfected Myriad Forms Concealment Technique was abruptly released!
The invisible barrier that had been suppressing his true cultivation shattered in an instant!
Rumble!!!
An indescribably terrifying blood force erupted from within Su Yu like a primordial volcano that had slept for countless ages!
Dark golden divine blood surged and roared through his veins, producing a deep thunderous boom like heavenly lightning!
His blood force shot into the sky!
Above Su Yu’s head, it transformed into a dark golden pillar of light that pierced through heaven and earth!
The energy contained within that pillar was domineering, scorching, and unbelievably heavy!
The abyssal black mist that had been attempting to approach was instantly evaporated into absolute nothingness the moment it touched the dark golden pillar, without even having time to make a hissing sound.
Nine million!
A full nine million points of blood force!
It was revealed without reservation beneath the sealed heavens and earth!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
In midair—
Nie Changkong, who had been ready to close his eyes and await death, suddenly opened them wide!
His bloodshot eyeballs nearly bulged from their sockets!
He stared fixedly at Su Yu, sensing the dark golden blood force surging into the sky. His mind went completely blank.
“Nine… nine million?!”
Nie Changkong’s voice trembled violently, filled with shock so great that it shattered everything he thought he knew.
What was going on?!
When this kid had been registered just two days ago, he had possessed only a thousand points of blood force!
This morning, at the entrance to the apartment complex, the kid had displayed twelve thousand points!
And now!
At this critical moment between life and death, this kid had actually unleashed blood force reaching nine million?!
A Martial Spirit!
And a peak Martial Spirit who was only one step away from becoming a Martial King!!!
“You brat…”
Nie Changkong’s throat went dry as tumultuous waves surged through his heart.
“Are you a little too monstrous?!”
An eighteen-year-old peak Martial Spirit!
That talent was so monstrous that it defied all common sense!
Under normal circumstances, Nie Changkong would absolutely have laughed toward the heavens, feeling immensely proud that Jingwu and the human race had found such an unparalleled genius.
But this was not a normal circumstance!
They were facing a Demon Saint capable of destroying the heavens and earth!
“It’s only nine million!!!”
Nie Changkong roared inwardly in utter despair.
Nine million points of blood force only made him a Martial Spirit!
He, the vice principal of Jingwu and a genuine Martial Emperor with more than one hundred million points of blood force, could not even withstand a single move from this Demon Saint. He could only burn his origin to barely cleave open a crack!
Even if Su Yu’s talent was monstrous, even if his blood force was extraordinary—
Against the Demon Saint’s killing blow, wouldn’t he still be throwing his life away?!
“Su Yuan! Stand back!!!”
Nie Changkong roared hoarsely, trying to rush over and shield Su Yu with his body.
But it was already too late.
In the sky—
The enormous black sphere of light came crashing down with the power to destroy everything!
It was less than a hundred meters away!
The terrifying abyssal storm had already shredded the abandoned buildings on the ground into dust!
At this critical moment—
Su Yu made his move.
There was no needless talk.
No unnecessary movement.
He simply stood there and clenched his right hand in the air.
“Roar——!!!”
A terrifying dragon’s roar that shook the nine heavens, as if it had come from the primordial wilderness of ancient times, exploded from Su Yu’s palm!
A gray-black spear instantly took shape!
This was not blood-force manifestation.
Nor was it merely the projection of will.
It was a ten-thousand-zhang-long gray-black dragon, formed entirely from pure destructive intent!
The dragon coiled around the spear. Its gray eyes, devoid of pupils, radiated an absolute dead silence that made the soul tremble.
Soul-Forging Spear Intent!
And it had reached the pinnacle of the Soul-Forging realm!
It had been endowed with a true soul of destruction!
The moment this spear intent took form, the abyssal domain that had solidified like iron began to tremble violently and crack!
It was as if even this space, controlled by the Demon Saint, feared this pure force of destruction!
“Eight Wastes, United as One.”
Su Yu’s thin lips parted as he uttered four icy words.
He gripped the gray-black spear with both hands.
The nine million points of dark golden divine blood within his body surged through the meridians of the Grand Void Tyrant Body and poured into the spear without reservation!
The spear vibrated violently!
At that moment, the dark golden divine blood and the gray-black soul of destruction fused perfectly together!
Su Yu raised his head.
In his deep, translucent eyes was reflected the black sphere of light crashing down from above.
He thrust out with his spear!
“Silent Abyss!”
Whoosh——!
There was no earth-shattering explosion of blood force.
No violent astral wind that tore apart the firmament.
Only a thread-thin yet profoundly deep gray-black beam of light silently shot from the tip of the spear.
The beam expanded as it met the wind!
In an instant, it transformed into an absolute void black hole over a thousand meters in diameter!
Before this black hole, no material could survive, and no energy could escape!
Boom!!!
The Silent Abyss collided head-on with Great Black Heaven: Abyss of Ten Thousand Calamities.
Two forces representing the ultimate destruction crashed together in midair!
No sound rang out.
The sound at the center of the collision, along with the light itself, had been completely annihilated!
A massive, distorted vacuum zone appeared in the sky.
The Demon Saint’s deadly strike, powerful enough to sink everything within a hundred-mile radius, was shredded, torn apart, and devoured the instant it touched the Silent Abyss—
Like a tomato dropped into a meat grinder.
It was completely dispersed!
The violent energy shock wave transformed into a sky full of black abyssal currents that swept wildly in every direction.
Although the abyssal power had been scattered, its contaminating force remained terrifying.
If it reached the ground, Nie Changkong and the four heavily wounded Martial Kings would unquestionably die!
Su Yu frowned slightly.
“Suppress.”
He abruptly pressed his left hand downward.
The dark golden divine blood within his body, whose quality rivaled that of a Martial Saint, instantly diverted a portion of its excess power.
It transformed into a gigantic dark-golden astral qi shield, firmly protecting Nie Changkong and the four Martial Kings within!
Hiss, hiss, hiss—!
The Abyssal black mist raining down from the sky struck the dark-golden astral qi shield like moths flying into flames, instantly evaporated by the incomparably domineering power of divine blood!
Not even the slightest trace of contamination managed to seep through!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
In midair, the distorted vacuum zone was still slowly calming down.
On the ground.
Inside the dark-golden astral qi shield.
A deathly silence.
Nie Changkong was completely dumbfounded.
He stood there blankly, still frozen in the posture of someone about to rush forward and protect Su Yu. His entire body looked like a stone statue weathered by a thousand years of wind and rain.
What?
What had just happened?!
Nie Changkong’s mind felt as though ten thousand ancient elephants were trampling through it.
His worldview, his understanding, and every shred of common sense he had accumulated over a lifetime of struggling through the martial world—
At this moment, they had all been blasted into dust!
Weren’t you only at nine million points of vital energy?!
Weren’t you a Martial Spirit?!
Then how had the power you just unleashed been in no way inferior to that of a Martial Emperor like me, whose vital energy had surpassed one hundred million?!
No!
It wasn’t merely not inferior!
It had completely surpassed him!
The Demon Saint’s fatal strike, which even he had been unable to block after burning his own origin, had actually been shattered by this kid with a single thrust of his spear?!
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
