"No need for nonsense, damned alien scum, die!"
Yue Tianxing gripped the Brush of Righteous Qi, using the void as paper and righteous qi as ink, launching his attack directly without giving the Shamori race any chance to talk.
The other three did not hesitate either. An Shouchang and Sun Zhantian ganged up on one quasi-emperor alien, while Master Tianji and Yue Tianxing double-teamed the other.
Mo Lu and Mo Ye exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with resolve. They swallowed blood-red pills, and their auras suddenly surged violently.
"Native savages, do you truly think you can match us cultivators of the Shamori race's entry path?"
The great battle erupted in an instant. Six quasi-emperor powerhouses soared into the high heavens, the violent tremors felt clearly across ten thousand miles. The dome of the sky alternated between shattering and restoring itself, sun and moon dimmed, and the heavens turned dark.
Down below, countless cultivators of the Demon Province activated the grand formation together, blocking the residual shockwaves of battle outside its barrier.
Mo Tianxiao withdrew his gaze and looked at the twenty human Saint-realm powerhouses brought by the Shamori race, his expression tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"Sect Master of the Demon Sect, I advise you to just surrender. The power of the Shamori race is not something we can withstand. Even if the Xuanhuang Realm escapes this calamity, what about next time?"
"Will there be another existence like Sect Leader Yue? Or will cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm forever cease to produce ascenders?"
"The Shamori race has already agreed to give us a chance. If we submit to them, then from now on, all ascenders of the Xuanhuang Realm will receive the Shamori race's protection. For geniuses like you, that should be a good thing, right?"
"That's right, Sect Master Mo. What's so bad about submitting to the Shamori race? It can even reduce casualties in the Xuanhuang Realm. We'd only lose a few resources."
"Not every cultivator in the Xuanhuang Realm can receive the protection of top-tier powers. Not everyone can resist the aliens. You have no idea how catastrophic the casualties are for cultivators elsewhere!"
"Ever since the Shamori race invaded the Xuanhuang Realm, billions of innocent cultivators have been slaughtered. If this continues, how many cultivators will survive?"
The humans who had defected to the Shamori race tried their best to persuade. On Mo Tianxiao's side, many cultivators listened and felt their blood boil with anger.
Su Muxue stepped forward and cursed, "If all cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm shared your mindset, then wouldn't we all become livestock raised by the aliens?!"
"Exactly! If you want to be dogs, keep it to yourselves. Don't drag others into it. Even if I die in battle, I will never become an alien's lapdog!"
Although demonic cultivators were cunning in their methods, at least most of them had tough spines.
"Hahaha, you're so noble. You have the Demon Sect's protection. You can huddle together for warmth. But what about the rest? People like us, when we encounter aliens, there's only death! If we don't surrender, what else can we do?!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Tianxiao remained expressionless. He stepped through the void, a faint trace of melancholy in his brow. "What you say isn't without merit. But since you've chosen to stand on the opposite side of the Xuanhuang Realm, right or wrong, we no longer have the mind to judge. Begin the battle."
No matter the reason—whether to survive or anything else—it didn't matter. Since they were enemies now, why say so much?
War has never stopped because of who is right or wrong.
"Kill!!"
A Saint-realm powerhouse of the Demon Sect roared, and they surged forward en masse. Nangong Wan, Su Muxue, and the others also picked their opponents and joined the fight.
The enemy numbered only twenty, while our own Saint-realm numbers exceeded theirs, and there were many hidden trump cards lurking in the shadows. The Saint-realm battlefield required no worry.
Mo Tianxiao set his gaze upon the high heavens. Fierce collisions rang out, the battle exceptionally intense.
On the Demon Sect's side, four quasi-emperors were beating up the two aliens. But the aliens had taken some kind of drug, and though suppressed, they fought harder and harder. Furthermore, the two aliens each wielded two emperor artifacts. Within a short time, victory would be hard to decide.
"I hope no unforeseen complications arise."
As he spoke, Mo Tianxiao threw out the Banner of the Human Emperor, releasing over ten thousand resentful spirits. "Elder Yun, don't waste the souls of these Saint-realm cultivators. Find a chance to take them all in if possible."
Elder Yun stroked his beard, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. "Those who defect to aliens deserve death."
The very next second, Elder Yun arrayed the resentful spirits, coordinating with the Demon Sect cultivators to launch an offensive against those who had betrayed the Xuanhuang Realm. His methods were savage beyond measure. Whenever he got the chance, he directly tore the souls of Saint-realm cultivators into shreds, which were then devoured and shared among the countless resentful spirits.
Mo Tianxiao saw how vicious Elder Yun was, showing no intention of collecting these cultivators' souls, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does Elder Yun have some grudge against the aliens?"
Thinking about it, it was possible. After all, Elder Yun had once been an Emperor-realm powerhouse, meaning he had once ventured beyond the Xuanhuang Realm. It was plausible he'd dealt with aliens before.
"Please die, Sect Master Mo!"
At that moment, three figures burned their vital essence to break free from the Demon Sect Saint-realm cultivators' attacks, rushing straight toward Mo Tianxiao.
The auras radiating from the trio clearly reached the Saint King realm—two at early-stage Saint King, one at mid-stage Saint King. Burning their vital essence, their auras were terrifying, seemingly intent on dragging Mo Tianxiao down with them.
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother Mo!"
"Sect Master Mo, be careful!"
Everyone reacted and shouted warnings.
"Sect Master Mo, you are the heir of a great power. Since childhood, you've had clothes presented to you and food raised to your mouth. You can't possibly understand our suffering. So, die!"
"I hate your kind the most—heirs of grand powers, all high and mighty. Who are you putting on airs for? If not for your birth, you wouldn't even deserve to stand here!"
The three were inexplicably overflowing with resentment, as if they wished to peel Mo Tianxiao alive and devour him.
Mo Tianxiao raised his sword finger. Twelve beams of light shot out from his spatial ring. Swords pierced through the air, surrounding the three, and the Annihilation Sword Formation was complete!
He lightly waved his arm, and the twelve holy swords erupted with immense holy might. Space trembled violently. Mo Tianxiao's lips moved slightly. "Split!"
Dao-grade technique: Thousand Sword Net!
The twelve holy swords trembled, instantly transforming into a sky-filling array of sword light afterimages, forming a grinding net of death around the three Saint King cultivators.
"Annihilate!"
He roared aloud. The dense sword lights swept like a plague of locusts. In barely a blink of an eye, the physical bodies of the three Saint-realm cultivators were shredded into mist of blood, blasting across the sky. Their three souls, utterly defenseless, were pinned dead beneath six holy swords specially forged for soul-slaying.
"Blah blah blah, what were you mumbling about?" Mo Tianxiao retrieved his holy swords and quipped.
"All hail the Sect Master!"
"That's our Demon Sect Sect Master for you! Slaughtering three Saint King cultivators with a mere raise of his hand!"
"Thank goodness he's my senior brother."
Everyone was shocked by Mo Tianxiao's instant execution of three Saints. Countless disciples maintaining the formation were filled with soaring morale, and the Demon Sect's fighting spirit peaked.
"Damn it! That guy actually forged himself twelve holy swords!"
Su Muxue caught sight of Mo Tianxiao's Annihilation Sword Formation and was practically green with envy. She wanted twelve holy swords too!
With only six holy swords forming the Annihilation Sword Formation, she could already suppress late-Saint-realm cultivators. With twelve, she could slaughter her enemies with ease!
Su Muxue made up her mind: once the aliens were dealt with, she would definitely find a way to milk Mo Tianxiao for more holy swords.
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?”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
