The corpses surrounding Qin Hao and the others suddenly moved upon sensing the golden light. As if stimulated by something, they launched a frenzied attack at Qin Hao's group.
Over a hundred corpses charged simultaneously. The weakest among them had been in the Immortal Lord Realm when alive, and there were over a dozen in the Immortal King Realm. Even the few Immortal Emperor Realm corpses that had grasped the complete Great Dao slowly opened their eyes.
Their eye sockets were hollow and pitch-black, like black holes that could devour everything.
"This level of battle is not something you can participate in. Ah Long, Ah Hu, protect Haohao well. If he suffers even the slightest injury, I will kill you two first!"
After saying that, Shen Suning's figure disappeared from where she stood. In the next second, she appeared amidst the horde of corpses. Wielding her Emperor Weapon, she unleashed crisscrossing waves of sword qi.
Although Shen Suning had yet to grasp the complete Great Dao, these were ultimately just corpses. Those at the Immortal King Realm could not withstand even a few strikes from her sword before being reduced to dust.
However, facing the Immortal Emperor level corpses, Shen Suning appeared somewhat outmatched. One corpse, clad in blood-red armor and wielding a broken halberd, slowly raised its hand and lightly pointed in her direction.
A ray of blood-red light shot out from the tip of the halberd, unbelievably fast. Shen Suning did not even have time to dodge; she could only hold her Emperor Weapon horizontally in front of her to take the blow head-on.
Boom!!!
Shen Suning was blasted away, tumbling dozens of feet through the air before barely stabilizing her posture. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. The hand holding her sword trembled slightly, the webbing between her thumb and index finger having been torn open by the impact.
She looked up at the few Immortal Emperor corpses, her eyes filled with trepidation. "An Immortal Emperor with a complete Great Dao is actually this terrifying! Even though they are already dead, I am still no match for them!"
Three Immortal Emperor Realm corpses that had grasped the complete Great Dao slowly walked toward Qin Hao. Their pace was very slow, yet every step felt as if it was trampling on Shen Suning's heart, pressing down on her so heavily she could hardly breathe.
Seeing this, Shen Suning gritted her teeth and charged forward with her Emperor Weapon. There was only one thought in her mind: she absolutely could not let these things hurt her Haohao.
"Suning! Come back!" Qin Hao shouted, his heart filled with frustration. If his Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon and Supreme Dao Artifact were still here, Shen Suning would not be in such a miserable state facing these Immortal Emperor corpses.
Unfortunately, he had given his Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon and Supreme Dao Artifact to the patriarch of his family. He could directly retrieve the weapons through his system, but while taking them back was easy, returning them would be difficult.
What if something happened on their end...
As if she had not heard Qin Hao's shout, a flash of determination crossed Shen Suning's eyes as she dashed toward the three Immortal Emperor corpses.
Just as Qin Hao was struggling with whether to risk recalling a Supreme Dao Artifact to help Shen Suning, a golden light flared up behind her.
Qin Hao was very familiar with this golden light; it was the same light that had made him feel at ease just moments ago.
Immediately after, a long spear thrust out from the void. Golden light flowed around the spearhead as it pierced toward one of the Immortal Emperor Realm corpses with an indomitable momentum.
Clang!!!
The spearhead struck the corpse's chest, producing a loud metallic crash. The corpse was forced back several steps, leaving a deep dent on its chest armor. However, it did not fall. It was already dead; no matter how severe the injury, it meant nothing to it.
Right after, one corpse after another appeared behind Shen Suning.
These suddenly appearing corpses floated quietly in the void. Their eyes were just like the corpses that had attacked Qin Hao's group earlier, hollow and empty. But for some reason, Qin Hao sensed a completely different aura from them.
It was not hostility, nor was it murderous intent. Instead, it was a kind of sorrow, as if they had guarded a tomb for countless years and finally waited until someone came to pay their respects.
"These ones probably aren't here to kill us, right!" Ah Long's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, and he gripped his weapon even tighter. The previous corpses were already beyond their ability to handle; if these were added to the mix, they would be dead for sure today.
Just as Ah Long finished speaking, the newly appeared corpses moved. They did not lunge at Qin Hao and the others, but instead bypassed them and charged toward the previous batch of corpses.
A corpse draped in a monk's robe took the lead. The prayer beads in its hand burst with dazzling light, directly pinning an Immortal King Realm corpse in the void.
The spear-wielding Immortal Emperor followed closely behind, his long spear transforming into a bolt of golden lightning as he engaged in a fierce battle with an Immortal Emperor corpse.
Qin Hao and the others were stunned. Shen Suning watched the two warring factions of corpses in confusion. Just a moment ago, she was worried that these newly appeared corpses might be reinforcements for their enemies. Now, it seemed these corpses were more like their own reinforcements.
"They are protecting us? But why?" Shen Suning's voice was a bit hoarse, revealing a degree of disbelief.
Qin Hao did not speak. He simply watched the two groups of clashing corpses in silence as a bold thought emerged in his mind.
"Do you think there's a possibility that the corpses trying to kill us earlier were transformed from the dead cultivators of the Alien Realm, while these ones protecting us now are the deceased cultivators of our Three Realms and Nine Heavens?"
As soon as Qin Hao said this, Shen Suning's pupils shrank sharply. Her gaze toward those corpses gained a few traces of complex emotion.
"Even in death, they still want to protect the Three Realms and Nine Heavens?"
Shen Suning felt the softest string deep within her heart being fiercely plucked. In life, these people had used their own lives to buy peace for the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. In death, when the descendants of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens encountered danger, did they still step forward to protect them?
Ah Long and Ah Hu also fell silent. After a good while, Ah Long finally spoke up. "I vaguely remember seeing those prayer beads in an ancient text."
"It seems to be the natal Emperor Weapon of Immortal Emperor Du'e from the Myriad Buddha Sect. Legend has it that Immortal Emperor Du'e was the greatest figure of Buddhism throughout the ages. In the Ancient Immortal War back then, he single-handedly suppressed thirty-six Immortal Emperors of the Alien Realm, buying precious time for the other war zones."
"In the end, Fairy Miejue arrived leading reinforcements, but he had already burned his divine soul, perishing and dissipating his Dao."
Ah Hu looked at the corpse wielding the long spear and wearing golden armor, his voice equally heavy. "That looks like the World-Extinguishing Holy Spear. Rumor has it that its master, Zhu Hai, was a rogue cultivator without any background. He relied entirely on himself, cultivating step by step until he reached the Immortal Emperor Realm."
"During the Ancient Immortal War, he guarded the eastern defense line of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens all by himself for thirty thousand years. For thirty thousand years, he never took a single step back. He eventually died in battle, still gripping this World-Extinguishing Holy Spear in his hands."
Shen Suning looked at the last corpse clad in green. "That one seems to be the legendary Sword Immortal Taichu. It is rumored that his Taichu Sword Strike could sever time itself. In that great war, armed with just his sword, he slaughtered his way through the Alien Realm's defense line to go straight for their commander-in-chief. Unfortunately, he failed."
"But he returned alive. No, he returned, but he also perished. He left his final sword strike to the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, and his dying breath to his homeland."
Shen Suning's words sent a shudder through Qin Hao's entire body. The Sword of Absolute Beginning? He just so happened to know this very divine ability!
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.”
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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
