[Refined one million human cultivators! Bloodthirsty and ruthless, cold and merciless, utterly devoid of humanity! Matches demonic villain behavior, villain points +1,283,281!]
Gripping the Human Emperor Banner billowing with black smoke, Mo Tianxiao felt an incomparable surge of satisfaction.
This war between the alien races and the Xuanhuang Realm was undoubtedly horrifying—enough to make any listener weep and any observer grieve—but it wasn't without its advantages.
At the very least, it had united the entire Xuanhuang Realm as one. No matter how different the cultivation traditions across regions were, in such extraordinary times, all differences were accommodated.
In a short span of time, the Human Emperor Banner, which had originally been at the level of a Ten-Thousand Soul Banner, had now soared to become a Million Soul Banner. And that was just from a single war. One could only imagine how devastating a prolonged conflict would be.
"Damn, that feels good!"
And it wasn't just Mo Tianxiao who was thrilled. The veteran souls residing within the Human Emperor Banner had also feasted to their heart's content.
"Young Mo, what kind of treasure is that? It's so sinister—it can actually refine this many souls!"
Sun Zhantian looked at the Human Emperor Banner in Mo Tianxiao's hand with great curiosity and asked.
Mo Tianxiao quietly put away the banner and waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a minor trick, not worth mentioning. It can't compare to your big stick, Senior. It can only collect souls; it has no other great uses."
"Now that the alien army has been mostly dealt with, and only a few fugitives remain, I suggest we take this opportunity—before the alien quasi-emperors can react—to gather all surviving cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm together in one place.
We must prevent our forces from being scattered, which would allow the aliens to pick us off one by one.
If you seniors have no objection, we could temporarily make the Demon Province our headquarters. The Demon Province is vast in territory, and my Demon Sect possesses the Time Tower, a cultivation treasure, which can be used by any seniors who wish to make a breakthrough to the quasi-emperor realm.
If more seniors break through to the quasi-emperor level, only then will the Xuanhuang Realm truly have a chance to eliminate all the aliens and display our might to the world!"
"What Little Friend Mo says makes sense. This is a matter of great importance, and I suggest everyone make a decision quickly. I'll state my position first: I am willing to lead the Celestial Secrets Pavilion to the Demon Province to jointly fight against the aliens."
Master Tianji was a decisive man. While he might not know everything from heaven above to earth below, he could at least calculate some things with certainty. This alien invasion was not so simple—only by uniting all cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm could they hope to weather this calamity.
"Since Young Mo has spoken, I agree as well. If we remain split into separate factions, we'll surely be picked off one by one. I agree that all cultivators from the Central Province should head to the Demon Province. Lass Zhou, what do you think?"
Yue Tianxing turned to Zhou Muxi to seek her opinion.
After all, Zhou Muxi was currently the sect master of the Righteous Energy Sect, so it was only proper to ask for her input.
Zhou Muxi nodded. "I have no objections, Junior. This plan is the most appropriate course of action under the current circumstances."
At this critical moment, the four quasi-emperor-level powerhouses of the Xuanhuang Realm could not afford to be separated for long, and the lower-level cultivators had no means of self-defense against the alien quasi-emperors. Following the four quasi-emperors was naturally the safest choice.
"Since Benefactor Mo holds this view, this old monk agrees as well. As it happens, I am only one step away from the quasi-emperor realm. If I can make use of your sect's Time Tower, I might be able to break through the bottleneck before long."
Puxuan of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Region spoke up. After a brief private exchange with the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, an agreement was reached, and he agreed to lead the Western Region cultivators to the Demon Province.
"Excellent." Mo Tianxiao nodded with a smile.
With all survivors from every faction gathering in the Demon Province, all of their holdings and resources would naturally be moved there as well. At that point, the Demon Province's defenses would be at their absolute peak.
Even if the six alien quasi-emperors recovered and attacked the Demon Province, they wouldn't be able to gain any advantage.
Within just a few minutes, the leaders of the major factions had made their decisions, and cultivators from both the Central Lands and the Western Region began their migration.
Puxuan, along with over a dozen Saint-level masters, borrowed several Cloud Piercing Shuttles from the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce and returned to the Western Region to gather cultivators and the region's resources. Once everything was prepared there, they would head to the Central Province, and then together with the Central Province cultivators, they would travel to the Demon Province.
Meanwhile, An Shouchang and Sun Zhantian secretly returned to the Demon Province in advance, to guard against any surprise attacks by the aliens.
"Just a few alien races have brought devastation to the entire Xuanhuang Realm and plunged everyone into this catastrophe."
Zhou Muxi walked up beside Mo Tianxiao, her expression somewhat melancholy. "Elder Liao fell in battle. Zhang Wudao, who once schemed against you, is also dead. Half of the Central Province cultivators are gone."
She felt a profound sense of helplessness. In the face of absolute power, no number of cultivators made any difference.
Just like on that day of the ascension tribulation—no matter how many quasi-emperors the aliens had, none could withstand Yue Liuli's single sword stroke.
Zhou Muxi suddenly realized how narrow her previous thinking had been. She had believed that restoring the Great Zhou Dynasty to its golden age and combining the strength of more factions would make it supremely powerful.
But now, she understood that only one's own strength was true power. If she became strong herself, the Great Zhou Dynasty would naturally return to its golden age—or even surpass it.
Seeing the weary expression on Zhou Muxi's face, Mo Tianxiao was momentarily at a loss for words.
He naturally knew Elder Liao of the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce. Back when he had taken the guise of Nan Mo and teamed up with the chamber to swindle money, it was Elder Liao who had protected his safety, preventing him from being carried off by overzealous fans.
He could never have imagined that Elder Liao would die in battle.
As for Zhang Wudao, that man who had pooled ten saint artifacts to issue a kill order against him—he was even more surprised to learn that he had died as well. It was Zhang Wudao's misfortune, really; he had lost his chance at eternal life in the Human Emperor Banner.
"Life is so unpredictable. I've noted Elder Liao's death. Those aliens will not leave the Xuanhuang Realm alive," Mo Tianxiao said.
"Fortunately, you brought so many reinforcements in time, or the Central Province would have been in grave danger. You might not have seen us again," Yun Sangyi said, patting her chest, still shaken by the memory.
"And also—how long has it been? You've already broken through to the Saint realm?" Yun Sangyi marveled as she looked Mo Tianxiao over. She truly couldn't understand it.
Though she had seen his progress many times before, she was still astonished every single time.
"It's nothing worth mentioning." Mo Tianxiao waved his hand casually, exuding the air of a reclusive master.
Yun Sangyi bumped him lightly with her elbow and rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, of course. You are now the grand Sect Master of the Demon Sect, a lofty Saint-level cultivator. This humble girl greets you with utmost respect."
"Senior Brother, these two are...?"
Mo Tianxiao was about to tease Yun Sangyi a little more when a somewhat cold voice came from behind him, making his body stiffen slightly.
"Wan'er, you... came."
Mo Tianxiao turned around and looked at Nangong Wan, Su Muxue, and the others. He introduced them to each other: "This is Zhou Muxi, sect master of the Righteous Energy Sect, and this is Yun Sangyi. Both are friends I made during my earlier travels."
After introducing Zhou Muxi and Yun Sangyi, he turned back to them and said, "This is my junior sister, Nangong Wan. Beside her is Su Muxue. And this one here—my younger sister, Lin Nannan."
Once the introductions were done, the women exchanged glances. Nangong Wan stepped forward and gave a slight bow. "Friend Zhou, Friend Yun, I've heard much about you."
Zhou Muxi returned the gesture with a bow of her own and a polite smile, while curious eyes lingered on Nangong Wan.
She had naturally heard of the demon sect's prodigious immortal bone talent. To think that in just over a hundred years, the other party's cultivation had nearly caught up to hers—truly worthy of that immortal bone.
Yun Sangyi, on the other hand, felt a bit nervous. Being called "fellow daoist" by a Saint-realm powerhouse gave her a small thrill.
"So, uh, you two chat and get to know each other—more friends, more paths. I'll go check on how the others are doing."
With that, Mo Tianxiao promptly took his leave. For some reason, he felt that staying any longer would not bode well for him.
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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
