“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. Mo Xingtian won’t dare do anything to you.”
Liya brought Mo Tianxiao to her room and earnestly reassured him, “I know I was wrong not to tell you beforehand, but I’ll definitely make it up to you!”
Looking at Liya’s serious expression as she raised her hand and swore an oath, Mo Tianxiao didn’t know what to say.
Liya had indeed used him as a scapegoat without his knowledge, which had left him somewhat displeased. However, he never would have expected her target to be the Shamo Clan.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You knew the Shamo Clan was searching for cultivators from the Profound Yellow Realm, yet you still pushed me into the fire. Is this how you treat your friends?”
Mo Tianxiao sat on a stool, a hint of anger on his face.
“Oh, come on. I don’t have many reliable friends. If you don’t help me, no one else will.”
Liya hurried behind Mo Tianxiao, placed both hands on his shoulders, and gently massaged them. “Calm down, calm down. Don’t worry—the Shamo Clan absolutely won’t discover your true identity. And as long as you’re in the Yuling Starfield, I absolutely won’t let anything happen to you!”
Throughout the entire Yuling Starfield, aside from the uninformed Mo Tianxiao, what other race’s cultivator would dare steal the Shamo Clan’s most powerful young heir’s fiancée?
Just as Liya had said, if Mo Tianxiao refused to help her, none of her other friends—who were connected to her through various interests—would dare help either.
After all, the Shamo Clan’s overall strength was even greater than that of the Yuling Clan.
“What about going to the Ancient Realm? Mo Xingtian will be going too, won’t he? What if he attacks me once we’re inside? I’m only a Dao Master Realm cultivator at the early stage. I don’t have the ability to contend with a Dao Proving Realm cultivator.”
Mo Tianxiao was deeply wary of Mo Xingtian.
Although there was only a single character’s difference between the Dao Proving Realm and the Dao Master Realm, the gap in strength was far greater than that.
One could only reach the peak of the Dao Master Realm after comprehending a flawless law. To break through from the Dao Master Realm to the Dao Proving Realm, one needed to cultivate at least two flawless laws.
Cultivators who had cultivated between two and one hundred flawless laws were in the early stage of the Dao Proving Realm. Those who had cultivated between one hundred and one thousand flawless laws were in the middle stage. The same pattern continued onward.
From this, it was clear that Mo Xingtian was a mid-stage Dao Proving Realm cultivator. He had grasped at least a hundred flawless laws. Judging solely by the number of laws, his strength should be several hundred times greater than Mo Tianxiao’s.
Liya understood Mo Tianxiao’s concerns and quickly reassured him. “Relax. No matter how strong Mo Xingtian is, he’s only a mid-stage Dao Proving Realm cultivator. Our Yuling Clan will send a peak-stage Dao Proving Realm cultivator to accompany us.”
“When we find the Demonic Origin Star Ore, I’ll give you my share as compensation. Can you forgive me now?”
Liya bit her lip slightly and offered the Demonic Origin Star Ore as compensation.
At that, Mo Tianxiao’s eyes flickered. “When a friend is in trouble, helping one another is only natural. I’m not a petty person. Until you free yourself from Mo Xingtian, I’ll be your scapegoat.”
“Then it’s settled!”
Liya clenched one hand into a fist, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. Sure enough, bribery was the only thing that could move this man.
One month later.
In an unknown region of the Yuling Starfield, a vast domain sealed by terrifying energy appeared before everyone.
Cultivators from countless races across the Yuling Starfield rushed to the location, hoping to claim a share of the spoils. Even cultivators from other starfields had appeared.
The Yuling Clan had not placed any restrictions on who could enter the Ancient Realm. As long as they belonged to a race friendly with the Yuling Clan, they were allowed inside.
“This is the ruins of the Demon Resentment Clan, which opens only once every ten thousand years. With such a powerful seal, I wonder what kind of existence the Demon Resentment Clan provoked back then!”
“Even a mighty Dominator Realm expert can only open a passage through the seal. It’s clear how powerful the cultivator who annihilated the Demon Resentment Clan must have been. I’m afraid they were an existence far above the Dominator Realm.”
“Far above the Dominator Realm? What realm is that?”
“How should I know? Why are you asking me?”
More than a million cultivators from various races stood densely packed throughout the starry sky. They had all sorts of strange appearances, and Mo Tianxiao felt his scalp grow numb at the sight.
There were countless alien cultivators, the weakest among them being at least early-stage Dao Master Realm.
After all, without Dao Master Realm cultivation, one could not traverse the cosmic starry sky.
“There are still quite a few alien races that look pleasing to the eye.”
Mo Tianxiao scanned the surroundings and noticed many humanoid races. Although their appearances differed considerably from those of humans, they at least looked agreeable—unlike those ugly goblins.
“Little Ya, long time no see. You’ve become even more beautiful.”
As Mo Tianxiao observed the surroundings, a graceful figure flew through the air toward them. She wore a blue-green gauze dress that wrapped around her exquisite body.
Her icy-blue hair fell all the way to her high, shapely hips, while the ends of her hair shimmered with nine-colored light, giving it a rather unusual appearance.
Her features were delicate and fair. Two small green horns protruded from her forehead, surrounded by several glimmering scales. Paired with her cold, deep-blue eyes, they gave her an aloof and unapproachable air.
“Bingji, you came too!”
When Liya saw her, surprise appeared on her pretty face. She hurried forward and linked arms with her, acting extremely close to her.
Xuan Bingji was one of the few friends Liya had made without any exchange of benefits.
A faint smile appeared on Xuan Bingji’s cold face. She couldn’t resist reaching out and pinching Liya’s soft, fair cheek. “The Demonic Origin Star Ore is a valuable thing. How could I not come?”
“Oh, Young Master Mo Xingtian is here too. Instead of searching for the cultivator from the Profound Yellow Realm to avenge your brother, how do you have the time to compete with us weak women for the Demonic Origin Star Ore?”
“Hmph. I don’t need Miss Xuan to tell me how to conduct myself. You should worry about yourself instead. Be careful that your entire Profound Nether Python Clan doesn’t die inside the Ancient Realm.”
Judging from the situation, this woman, Xuan Bingji of the Profound Nether Python Clan, seemed to be just as hostile toward the Shamo Clan.
Mo Tianxiao began to consider the possibilities. The enemy of one’s enemy was a friend. It seemed that this beautiful woman named Xuan Bingji might make an excellent ally.
“Tsk.”
Xuan Bingji let out a cold tsk at Mo Xingtian’s words, her eyes filled with disdain.
The next moment, she turned her head and noticed Mo Tianxiao standing beside Liya. Her gaze froze slightly.
Just as Mo Tianxiao was preparing to politely greet her and introduce himself, Xuan Bingji unexpectedly showed an expression even more contemptuous than the one she had displayed toward Mo Xingtian. Frowning, she said unhappily, “Why is there a human here?”
Mo Tianxiao: “...”
“Uh… Bingji, this is my friend. I invited him to explore the Ancient Realm with us.”
Liya hurriedly explained. She understood Xuan Bingji’s personality. The woman wasn’t deliberately targeting humans; she was simply extremely proud and found it difficult to hold any race in high regard.
She looked down on practically every race. It was just that humans occupied the very bottom of her hierarchy of contempt.
If Liya had not happened to become Xuan Bingji’s friend, the Yuling Clan would probably have been on that hierarchy as well.
“Little Ya, how could you sink so low as to become friends with a human? You’d be better off accepting Mo Xingtian. Although he’s a little ugly, at least he has some strength. This human is only at the early stage of the Dao Master Realm. He’s far too weak…”
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?”
