“Pfft!”
Just as many cultivators watched on with curiosity, among the powerful figures undergoing the Heart Demon Tribulation, several suddenly spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood on the spot. Their faces turned pale, expressions grave and tense, as if they had encountered an insurmountable obstacle.
“This Heart Demon Tribulation really is the toughest,” Mo Tianxiao muttered to himself.
So much time had passed, yet these quasi-Emperor cultivators showed no sign of awakening.
Clearly, this Heart Demon Tribulation was no easy trial to overcome.
If it were the Master, it should be easy to get through this tribulation. After all, the Master was a reincarnated Immortal, with a temperament far beyond that of an ordinary quasi-Emperor.
Mo Tianxiao grew curious — what exactly was the Master waiting for? Why had she not yet crossed the tribulation?
Of course, he was not the only one wondering.
The Elder Gu Changsheng’s spiritual projection appeared beside Mo Tianxiao, cautiously asking, “Sect Leader, do you know what the former Sect Leader’s intentions are?”
Mo Tianxiao shook his head. “I don’t know. The Master never told me.”
“You little brat, you really don’t get it. The stronger someone is, the more they save the grand finale for last. She’s definitely planning to wait until everyone else has successfully broken through, then cross the Heavenly Tribulation in a swift, unstoppable strike to shock everyone!”
Xuan Xiaotian’s figure appeared beside Gu Changsheng, explaining with a hint of disdain.
Gu Changsheng’s face showed a trace of embarrassment. “Senior Turtle, Sect Leader Yue isn’t the type to show off. It probably isn’t like you say.”
“How do you know it’s not?” Xuan Xiaotian shot him a glare.
The two began to argue.
“Mo Xiaozi, you go ask her.”
Unable to reach a conclusion, Xuan Xiaotian could only order Mo Tianxiao to inquire.
Mo Tianxiao’s expression twitched. “Is that a good idea? How about Senior Turtle asks her himself?”
“I ask? Do you think she’d tell me if I did?”
Xuan Xiaotian immediately glared fiercely. If he dared ask, would there even be any need for all this fuss?
Mo Tianxiao scratched his head and sent a telepathic message to Yue Liuli, genuinely wanting to know why the Master hadn’t crossed the tribulation yet.
The question reached Yue Liuli’s ears, and the next moment, she responded to Mo Tianxiao’s doubts.
“Crossing a tribulation is merely a method to refine one’s physical body, soul, and even Dao heart.
The realms beyond quasi-Emperor are closely linked with the power of the laws. If one’s body and soul aren’t strong enough, they simply cannot withstand the force of the laws.
Heavenly Tribulations exist to compensate cultivators as they step into the next realm, bestowing the grace of the Heavenly Dao. The stronger one’s foundation, the greater the grace granted, and correspondingly, the more difficult the tribulation.
Cultivators unable to endure the grace of the Heavenly Dao will perish beneath the tribulation.
I do not refuse to cross the tribulation. I simply do not need to.”
Her voice faded, and a trace of disdain flickered in Yue Liuli’s eyes.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao fell silent, but inwardly he was utterly impressed.
So this was the Master? Someone who could cultivate to the strength required to bear the power of the laws without needing the grace of the Heavenly Dao — a reincarnated Immortal, truly terrifying!
In truth, Yue Liuli’s words were already quite restrained, as if giving the Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang Realm some face. The real reason she didn’t cross the tribulation was far simpler.
The Heavenly Dao, in some ways, stands above cultivators, connected to cause and effect and the laws governing all things.
Each realm is governed by its own Heavenly Dao, and in the Xuánhuáng Realm, all things should, in theory, be subject to the influence of its Heavenly Dao. Yet, there exist certain beings who transcend the Heavenly Dao itself—beings even above the great Dao.
After all, this is merely the Heavenly Dao of a single world, incapable of touching the power of such exalted entities.
Simply put, this Heavenly Dao dares not impose heavenly tribulations upon Yue Liuli.
The Heavenly Dao is merciless, bestowing fate at random, treating all things equally, and operating the world according to fixed rules.
But some existences can disregard these rules, even rewrite and create new ones. Though the Heavenly Dao is ruthless, it possesses awareness—it knows who it can provoke and who it must avoid.
"Young Mo, what did she say?"
Xuan Xiaotian and Gu Changsheng stared curiously at Mo Tianxiao, repeatedly asking.
Mo Tianxiao turned his head toward them. "Master said she doesn't need to undergo tribulations to ascend. For her, these heavenly tribulations mean nothing."
"......"
Xuan Xiaotian and Gu Changsheng exchanged glances, silent.
They found it hard to believe Mo Tianxiao’s words, yet they couldn’t find any reason to refute them.
How could anyone ascend without enduring tribulations? Is that even possible?
But when it came to Yue Liuli, such an extraordinary being who suddenly emerged from nowhere, it seemed somewhat understandable.
“Buzzzz…”
At that moment, a humming sound echoed throughout the Xuánhuáng Realm. A seven-colored light flickered on Daoist Qingwei, who was floating cross-legged in midair. The once powerful aura on him vanished without a trace, replaced by a profound and mysterious energy.
It was as if he no longer existed within this world, yet was palpably right before their eyes.
The next second, like a chain reaction, one light after another ignited. The mysterious energy bridged heaven and earth, and above the firmament, a gate radiating pure white light suddenly appeared.
From that luminous gate, beams of light cascaded down onto ten quasi-Emperor elites. In the next moment, the entire Xuánhuáng Realm trembled, the heavens roared, and the sky was painted with glowing clouds. It was as if the Heavenly Dao itself was celebrating.
In every corner of the Xuánhuáng Realm, even in the mortal world, strange phenomena manifested.
All ten quasi-Emperor elites stepped into the Emperor realm!
"Ascended to Emperor..."
"They’ve broken through successfully!"
Countless cultivators were overwhelmed, unable to express the depth of their shock.
Many Peak Saint Realm experts, sensing the more complete essence of the laws scattered from the Gate of Transcendence, experienced sudden enlightenment.
Gu Changsheng clearly felt the power of the laws and smiled with joy, "So this is the power of the laws!"
Though the gap between the Peak Saint King and the quasi-Emperor is but a single step, it has trapped countless geniuses of unparalleled talent.
With the clearer perception of the laws, more complete than those of the Xuánhuáng Realm, many Peak Saint King experts gained new insights. Perhaps it would not be long before new quasi-Emperor elites emerged in the Xuánhuáng Realm.
An Shouchang’s expression was tinged with nostalgia. "Thinking back tens of thousands of years ago, this power once existed in the Xuánhuáng Realm as well. What a pity..."
Ten Emperor realm elites appeared together, the Gate of Transcendence wide open. More and more of the perfected law essences flowed into the Xuánhuáng Realm, as if something new had been added to the heavens and earth. Many cultivators felt their bottlenecks loosen.
The nine cultivators, who had been sitting in meditation, slowly opened their eyes and rose to their feet. Their expressions held only faint joy; having overcome the tribulation of the heart demon, even the prospect of ascension could no longer stir their emotions deeply.
“Fellow Daoists, it seems we have all succeeded.”
“The power of the laws is truly profound and unfathomable.”
After a few moments of shared reflection, beams of light descended, enveloping them one by one. A pulling force gripped their bodies, as if intent on expelling them from the Xuanyuan Realm.
The Xuanyuan Realm could no longer sustain the presence of Emperor-level cultivators. The very laws that governed this place had become insufficient to support their continued cultivation.
As they were drawn away by the guiding light, a commotion arose from the Gate of Transcendence. Figures began to emerge from within the luminous portal—countless silhouettes hovering in the air, each radiating an overwhelming aura of power.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?!
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."
