Xu Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly, sizing up Daoist Yuyang.
By conventional logic, Daoist Yuyang’s cultivation was inferior to Chu Xingchen’s, making him the priority target whether for capture or elimination.
Yet this man had come clad in nearly half of the Taidao Sect’s finest treasures.
He undoubtedly carried numerous emergency teleportation artifacts as well, making apprehending him far more challenging than dealing with Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen might have thought he seized an opportunity, but hadn’t she, in turn, exploited the opening he revealed?
Xu Linglong tightened her grip on the inky-black longsword in her hand. Today, she would see for herself the true caliber of this Chu Xingchen, whose aura was as indistinct and chaotic as the primordial void.
“Moon-Swapping Shadow Shift.”
Her voice remained fervent as she raised the black sword and slashed toward Chu Xingchen from a distance.
As the blade rose, a pitch-black moon emerged behind Xu Linglong, blotting out the sky.
As it fell, the dark moon erupted with radiant light, transforming into an endless torrent of black energy that surged forth.
Chu Xingchen’s brows lifted slightly. With a flick of his wrist, the sword Wanban stood upright as he uttered coldly:
“Luo Rain Grand Technique!”
A surge of righteous energy erupted from Wanban’s tip, lashing out to intercept the black tide.
Yet this was no ordinary spiritual energy. Unlike typical attacks that would scatter or dissipate under such a strike, the black tide splintered outward upon impact, splashing in all directions.
In mere moments, the surroundings were nearly saturated with the dark energy.
Daoist Yuyang pressed forward as well, his spiritual treasure crackling with thunder as he intoned sharply:
“Divine Art—Nine Heavens Thunderbolt!”
Crimson lightning, brimming with destructive force, arced toward Xu Linglong.
Though Daoist Yuyang had yet to reach the Unity Stage, he was already at the peak of the Divine Transformation realm.
Disciples of the Eighteen Immortal Sects on the Central Continent could be considered a full realm above ordinary cultivators—let alone a meticulously groomed core disciple like him.
This strike carried the might of a Divine Transformation pinnacle technique. Xu Linglong dared not treat it as a mere attack from a Divine Transformation cultivator.
A violet glow ignited in Xu Linglong’s eyes as black energy surged from her left hand, coiling around the crimson lightning.
Surprisingly, the seemingly sluggish and frail black tide managed to forcibly halt the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt, holding it at bay for a brief moment.
The violet in her eyes brightened slightly as she fixed her gaze on Daoist Yuyang.
Yet at the same time, an arcane aura emanated from the Taizong Supreme Spirit Robe draped over Daoist Yuyang’s form.
The violet in Xu Linglong’s eyes faded rapidly. She snorted coldly, and the black energy in her left hand wavered momentarily.
Daoist Yuyang, however, remained composed, his righteous demeanor unshaken. The power of his thunder even intensified, as if entirely unaware—or perhaps wholly indifferent—to Xu Linglong’s attempt.
Ever since his clash with Chu Xingchen, Daoist Yuyang had taken to wearing the Taizong Supreme Spirit Robe at all times, guarding against precisely such esoteric illusion specialists.
After all, until one reached the Mahayana Stage, where divine sense and perception peaked, even the most formidable illusions could prove troublesome.
This was a lesson learned the hard way.
Xu Linglong’s gaze turned icy as she assessed Daoist Yuyang. For now, there was little she could do against a man armored head to toe in divine artifacts.
The violet glow returned to her eyes as she shifted her attention to Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen bore none of the treasured protective artifacts that top sects guarded so jealously. No strange radiance shimmered around him.
Moreover, he met her gaze with startling boldness.
A flicker of delight stirred in Xu Linglong’s heart—this fool actually thought he could—
In an instant, her thoughts froze.
Her vision twisted. The world inverted.
Mountains of peach blossoms sprawled endlessly before her. Where Chu Xingchen had stood, an enormous peach tree now rose, its shade sheltering a man and woman locked in an intimate embrace...
Xu Linglong’s divine sense remained unfettered, confirming her surroundings with clarity.
Undoubtedly, she was the one ensnared in an illusion the moment their eyes met.
A smile curled on Xu Linglong’s lips. How amusing.
Narrowing her eyes, the violet glow within them flared, dispelling the peach blossoms like mist.
“You truly dabble in everything—and with alarming proficiency.” Her voice dripped with amusement. “You’re far more troublesome than I expected. But today, fortune favors me. Letting you live any longer would only spell my doom.”
Chu Xingchen’s Wanban shimmered with azure light as a river descended from the heavens, coiling around him.
“I have a suggestion for you.”
“Oh?” Xu Linglong’s fingers twitched, the black energy around her spreading wildly. She chuckled. “Some last words to share?”
Chu Xingchen raised Wanban, the celestial waters gathering above him.
“Save the gloating for after you win. Otherwise, you’ll just look like a clown.”
“Spirit-Answering Grand Technique—Supreme Goodness Like Water!”
Daoist Yuyang ceased channeling the Nine Heavens Thunderbolt, allowing Xu Linglong’s black tide to crash toward him.
Yet the dark energy shattered harmlessly against the layers of protective artifacts shielding him.
With a swift hand seal, his spiritual power surged skyward as he declared:
“Divine Art—No Restraint Under Heaven!”
A beam of golden light lanced down, bathing Chu Xingchen as he brought his sword down in a decisive slash.
The azure currents around Wanban shimmered with flecks of gold.
Chu Xingchen’s expression remained serene as Wanban descended.
The world stilled. Sword intent roiled.
A single, razor-thin line of azure light flashed—brilliant, blinding.
Beneath its radiance, the surrounding space finally buckled under the clash’s intensity, collapsing into pure, boundless darkness.
Xu Linglong’s smile faded. She exhaled softly.
If she didn’t employ her true strength now, this strike might genuinely overwhelm her.
Daoist Yuyang’s divine art compounded the problem. Against any other core disciple—even one at the Unity Stage—the situation might have been manageable.
But this amplification... it was nothing short of astonishing.
The strange black sigils that had been confined to Xu Linglong’s hands now spread across her body.
Her eyes darkened entirely into violet, pupils shifting to a pale pink. All warmth drained from her expression, leaving only icy detachment.
The black sword in her hand dissolved into liquid shadow, reforming in an instant into an eerily shaped longbow.
Xu Linglong drew the string without an arrow. Black tendrils slithered up the bow’s frame as her fingers tightened. A drop of peculiar black blood welled from her fingertip, merging with the weapon.
As the azure light hurtled toward her, mere moments from impact—
She released the string.
A streak of black shot forth, carrying an aura so aberrant it seemed to warp reality itself.
Xu Linglong harbored no doubt that this seemingly fragile black light could withstand the overwhelming sword strike.
Her tone was light, almost conversational:
“Did a warm-up really inflate your confidence so much? Let’s begin anew. I do hope your tongue remains as sharp as before.”
Chu Xingchen reached up and removed his mask, revealing a face brimming with mirth—and a hint of derision.
The two forces collided.
Before the shockwaves could erupt, the space around them disintegrated entirely.
The annihilation of the dimension swallowed much of the clash’s energy, though some still spilled outward.
Even these residual waves reduced the unremarkable hills of Jiaxi Town to a gaping crater.
The three figures hovered midair.
Chu Xingchen glanced at the devastation around them and grinned.
"You're right. A new cycle has just begun, and your mouth should remain as stubborn as ever."
As the words fell,
countless streams of spiritual energy streaked across the heavens and the earth, weaving into intricate layers of formations as dense as the stars.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
