Within the Abyssal Domain.
The Demon Saint’s enormous body was trembling violently.
Fear!
A fear unlike anything it had ever known, a fear that penetrated to the very marrow of its bones, instantly engulfed it completely!
Its colossal eyes, resembling blood-red moons, were fixed on the silver-armored youth hovering in midair.
The other party did not pursue it.
He merely hovered there in silence.
Yet a terrifying fluctuation powerful enough to bring the entire world crashing down was taking shape in his palm!
There was no emotion in Su Yu’s deep, translucent eyes.
Only absolute coldness and killing intent.
He slowly raised his left hand.
Hum—!
A three-inch-long transparent throwing knife quietly condensed in the void.
An upper-grade Heaven-tier spiritual-force martial technique, perfected to the grandmaster level!
Formless—Soul Slasher!
Immediately afterward, Su Yu tightened his grip around the gray-black spear in his right hand.
The destructive spear intent at the peak of the Soul-Forging Realm transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang gray-black dragon, roaring with a sound that shook the nine heavens!
Boom!
The transparent Soul-Slaying throwing knife instantly turned into a streak of light and plunged directly into the gray-black dragon’s brow!
Martial King-level spiritual force at its absolute peak!
Destructive spear intent at the pinnacle of the Soul-Forging Realm!
These two powers were entirely different, yet equally overbearing and unmatched. Under the forceful control of Su Yu’s nine million strands of dark-gold divine blood, they fused together perfectly!
The spear changed color.
Within its original pure gray-black hue, a heart-pounding transparent sharpness emerged.
The space around the spear began to silently disintegrate.
There was no raging current of air.
No blinding radiance.
Only an absolute stillness, as though even time itself had ceased to flow before this spear.
The Demon Saint sensed that it was about to die!
It could clearly feel that once this spear was thrust forward, its body, astral energy, and even its soul would be completely erased.
Not even the slightest residue would remain!
“No!!!”
The Demon Saint let out a shriek of utmost despair.
Without the slightest hesitation, it burned away every bit of its Abyssal origin power!
Its enormous body instantly withered, transforming into an incomparably pure stream of Abyssal energy that slammed viciously into the void above its head!
“Lord Demon Emperor!!!”
“Save me!!!”
Its desperate howls pierced through the planar barrier.
Rumble—!!!
The sky above the entire abandoned industrial district suddenly darkened without warning.
It was not the sun being obscured by storm clouds.
Rather, space itself was being torn apart by an unimaginable force!
A pitch-black rift stretching ten thousand zhang appeared across the firmament!
From the depths of the rift emanated an absolute darkness that would cause one’s soul to collapse at a single glance.
Then—
A hand slowly reached out from the pitch-black rift!
It was a terrifying hand covered in dark-purple scales, its fingernails like towering pillars that could prop up the heavens!
The moment the massive hand appeared,
a supreme pressure surpassing the Martial Saint realm and standing above all living beings descended like a ten-level tsunami!
The Demon Emperor!
The Absolute Ruler of the Abyssal Plane!
……
Outside.
The people who had been staring intently at the Abyssal Domain were instantly plunged into disaster!
“Fall back!!!”
Nation-Guarding Martial Saint Huo Zhenshan’s expression changed drastically, a look of extreme shock flashing through his eyes.
He took a single step forward and blocked the others.
The vast, boundless martial-saint blood energy within him erupted without reservation, transforming into a gigantic golden shield!
However—
Bang—!!!
The Demon Emperor’s hand merely pressed down slightly.
The martial-saint shield Huo Zhenshan had condensed was instantly covered in countless cracks, like fragile glass!
“Pfft!”
Huo Zhenshan was struck as if by lightning and violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body was sent flying thousands of meters away like a kite whose string had been cut!
Even a Martial Saint could not advance a single step!
Much less the Martial Emperors and Martial Kings behind him.
Nie Changkong, Lei Qianjue, and the others did not even have time to react before the shockwave sent them tumbling through the air.
They crashed heavily into the ruins on the outskirts of the abandoned industrial district.
The sound of breaking bones rang out in a cacophony.
“The Demon Emperor?!”
An extraordinary, despairing terror filled Lei Qianjue’s one remaining right eye.
“The Abyssal passage was forcibly opened?!”
“It’s over! Kyoto is finished!!!”
Covered in blood, Nie Changkong crawled out of the ruins.
He stared fixedly at the Demon Emperor’s hand, which blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
His eyes were nearly splitting with rage!
With the Demon Emperor descending, let alone Su Yu—even if the entire high-end combat force of Great Xia were thrown into the battle, they might not be able to stop it!
“Su Yuan!!!”
Nie Changkong let out a heart-rending roar without regard for anything else.
“Retreat!!!”
“Get out of here!!!”
……
Within the Abyssal Domain.
Ninety percent of the Demon Emperor’s pressure was focused on Su Yu.
The surrounding space had been completely locked down and was as heavy as billions of jun.
Any Martial Spirit—or even a grandmaster—would have had their body crushed into a mist of blood beneath this pressure.
But Su Yu did not retreat.
He remained hovering in midair.
Even though the “Firmament” battle armor covering his body creaked under the strain of the pressure.
Even though his bones ground violently against one another, producing an ear-piercing series of explosions.
There was still not the slightest trace of retreat in his deep, translucent eyes.
Retreat?
Where could he go?
With his aura locked onto by the Demon Emperor, turning around and fleeing would only make him die faster.
The only option was to kill!
“Trying to save it?”
Su Yu raised his head and looked at the terrifying giant hand slowly pressing downward.
Within his body, the nine million strands of dark-gold divine blood began to boil and burn completely at this moment!
The Supreme Void Tyrant Body circulated at full power!
Dark-gold radiance burst through the seal of the Demon Emperor’s pressure, forming a layer of burning divine-blood flames over his body!
“Die!!!”
Su Yu gripped the spear of certain death, which had fused spiritual force with spear intent, in both hands.
Instead of retreating, he advanced!
He charged toward the Demon Emperor’s hand, which blotted out the sky and earth, and toward the Demon Saint that was attempting to flee.
Su Yu poured everything he had into a single thrust!
Eight Desolations Annihilated!
Formless Soul Slasher!
Whoosh—!
All sound suddenly vanished from the world.
There was no earth-shaking explosion.
Only a transparent edge, impossible to describe in words, combining ultimate destruction with the severing of the soul, erupted from the spearhead!
The edge completely ignored the distance between spaces.
In an instant, it pierced through heaven and earth!
Bang!
The edge collided head-on with the Demon Emperor’s descending hand in midair!
This was a direct clash between mortal flesh and the Sovereign of the Abyss!
Crack—!
The long spear in Su Yu’s hands—the gray-black dragon formed from destructive spear intent—let out a mournful cry the instant it came into contact with the Demon Emperor’s power.
The spear soul shattered outright!
It transformed into a shower of gray-black motes of light.
The “Firmament” battle armor on his body, powerful enough to withstand attacks from a Martial Emperor, also cracked and broke apart across a large area amid the aftermath of the collision.
Fragments of silver armor flew in every direction.
But!
Su Yu’s attack had not been completely blocked!
The transparent edge infused with Martial King-level spiritual force forcibly cut through the palm of the Demon Emperor’s hand!
Following the opening,
the edge swept onward like the Reaper’s scythe, striking the Demon Saint below without losing any of its momentum!
“No—!!!”
The Demon Saint let out its final cry, filled with utter despair.
Slash!
The transparent edge pierced straight through its body.
The Demon Saint’s massive body, already riddled with countless wounds, suddenly froze.
The next second—
Its soul was completely shredded.
Under the erosion of the Destruction Spear Intent, its physical body collapsed with a thunderous crash, like a sand sculpture weathered for ten million years!
It transformed into a skyful of black ash and scattered into nothingness between heaven and earth.
A forceful kill!
Right in front of the Demon Emperor, he had withstood the might of the Abyssal Sovereign and slain the Demon Saint on the spot!!!
Roar—!!!
From the pitch-black rift high in the sky came a terrifying roar, brimming with rage and powerful enough to shatter the stars.
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.”
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
