Xuan Bingji’s words wounded both Mo Tianxiao and Mo Xingtian.
Liya hurriedly explained to Mo Tianxiao, “Bingji just talks like that. Please don’t take it to heart. She’s actually a very kind person.”
Mo Tianxiao said nothing. He had originally thought that the enemy of his enemy was a friend, but it seemed this beautiful woman looked down on the human race.
In that case, forget it.
Seeing that Mo Tianxiao remained silent, Liya assumed he was angry and was about to continue comforting him when Xuan Bingji spoke again.
“Little Ya, why are you explaining yourself to him? He’s only a human, and a weak one at that. You should be more careful. Don’t let yourself be deceived without even realizing it.”
In Xuan Bingji’s eyes, Mo Tianxiao had already been branded a swindler. Given the cunning nature of humans, deceiving innocent Little Ya would probably be easy.
“Bingji, you know perfectly well that I’m not someone who can be deceived easily, don’t you?”
Liya was somewhat displeased. With her abilities, how many cultivators at the same level could actually deceive her?
“All right, I’m only reminding you to be careful. The Ancient Realm is about to open, so I’ll head back first. I’ll come find you after we enter.”
With that, Xuan Bingji prepared to leave. Before departing, she fixed Mo Tianxiao with another look and warned him, “Human, you’d better watch yourself. If I find out that you’ve harmed Little Ya, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
“And you, Mo Xingtian. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming. Stay away from Little Ya as well!”
Only after issuing an impartial warning to both men did Xuan Bingji leave with satisfaction.
Mo Tianxiao and Mo Xingtian were both speechless. The same thought surfaced in their minds:
“This woman’s got something wrong with her, doesn’t she?”
The Eye of Survey activated, and Xuan Bingji’s basic information appeared before Mo Tianxiao.
[Name: Xuan Bingji
Cultivation: Dao Master Realm, Perfection
Fortune Level: Gold
Aptitude: Mutated Nine-Colored Netherworld Serpent
Information: A top-tier mutated bloodline among the Netherworld Serpents. She looks down on every race, viewing all races as members of a hierarchy of contempt. Even cultivators of her own race are included in that hierarchy. The strength of her bloodline is comparable to that of the most powerful dragon clans.]
“Gulp.”
After seeing this information, Mo Tianxiao could somewhat understand why Miss Xuan was so arrogant.
So she even looked down on members of her own race. No wonder she thought so little of humans.
Mo Tianxiao had not expected her bloodline to be comparable to that of the strongest dragon clans. Nor had he expected her to possess golden fortune, something usually found only in the Children of Fortune.
He had only been in the Feather Spirit Star Domain for such a short time, yet he had already encountered four cultivators with golden fortune.
Had the Children of Fortune begun appearing in groups?
Interesting.
“Brother Mo, please don’t take Bingji’s words to heart,” Liya said. “She may not be very tactful, but she absolutely means no harm. She’s only worried that I might be deceived.”
Liya ignored Mo Xingtian, whose face had darkened like a lump of coal, and comforted Mo Tianxiao instead. She did not want her two most cherished friends to end up on bad terms.
Mo Tianxiao waved his hand indifferently. “It’s fine. I’m not petty enough to argue with a young woman. I’m just curious—what kind of background does your friend have, for her to not even take Young Master Mo seriously?”
“Bingji is from the Netherworld Serpent clan. Their nest, the Netherworld Serpent Lair, lies beyond the Feather Spirit Star Domain. It doesn’t belong to any star domain and exists as an independent faction.
“Their territory may not be as extensive as that of the rulers of the various star domains, but the Netherworld Serpent clan’s strength is in no way inferior.
“Come to think of it, in the eyes of humans, the Netherworld Serpent clan would probably be considered a demon clan, right?”
Mo Tianxiao finally understood. He muttered under his breath, “No wonder she looks more pleasing than the Shamo clan.”
Compared with the other foreign races, the Netherworld Serpent clan could indeed be classified as a demon clan. To humans, demon clans were far more agreeable than the other alien races.
“Because of her personality, Bingji doesn’t have any other friends,” Liya continued. “Brother Mo, if you run into her in the Ancient Realm, please be patient with her and put up with her temperament.
“She knows that you’re my friend, so she won’t really do anything to you. Don’t worry.”
Mo Tianxiao’s cheek twitched slightly. Someone as arrogant as her would be lucky to have any friends at all.
“Miss Liya, please get ready. The seal is about to open.”
At the same time, three other Feather Spirit cultivators stood beside Liya: one at the Perfection stage of the Dao Proving Realm and two at the late stage.
The three of them would accompany Liya and the others into the Ancient Realm. To put it simply, their purpose was to protect Liya, Mo Xingtian, and the others from dying inside.
Several million cultivators were entering the Ancient Realm this time, including countless cultivators of the Dao Proving Realm and no small number at the Perfection stage.
Once inside the Ancient Realm, life and death would be left to fate, and fortune would depend on the heavens. No one would care about your status in the outside world.
If they found you agreeable, they might spare your life. If they disliked you, they would kill you and seize your treasures. It was as simple as that.
Boom!
At that moment, a mighty expert of the Feather Spirit race at the Sovereign Realm made his move. He tore open a tiny gap in the layers of seals covering the vast Ancient Realm, barely large enough for cultivators of the two Dao Entry realms to pass through.
“This elder will maintain the entrance for one hundred years. During this period, any cultivator may leave the Ancient Realm at any time. Remember: once you leave, do not enter a second time, or you will bear the consequences.
“After one hundred years, the Ancient Realm will close. Anyone trapped inside will have to wait until the Ancient Realm opens again in ten thousand years before they can leave. Manage your time wisely.”
“Ten thousand years? Are there really no cultivators who choose to remain inside for ten thousand years? The Ancient Realm may be vast, but after a full ten thousand years, they should be able to strip it of all its resources, right?”
Mo Tianxiao was curious. For cultivators like them, living for ten thousand years was effortless. Even if they became trapped in the Ancient Realm, that might not necessarily be a bad thing.
The Ancient Realm was probably only several thousand times larger than the Void Land. Ten thousand years would be more than enough to gather all the Devil Essence Star Ore in this world.
Liya rolled her eyes at him. “You’ll understand once you enter.”
With that, Liya grabbed Mo Tianxiao and rushed toward the narrow opening in the seal. The other three Feather Spirit cultivators followed close behind.
Mo Xingtian was unwilling to fall behind and charged in as well. With his cultivation at the middle stage of the Dao Proving Realm, combined with his terrifying combat strength, he was confident that he could remain undefeated even against cultivators at the late stage or Perfection stage.
As long as he used the map marking the locations of the Devil Essence Star Ore that his father had given him, he would certainly obtain the greatest amount of ore this time. Once he returned to the Shamo clan and forged several Earth-grade treasures, the clan’s strength would receive another substantial boost.
The countless alien cultivators poured into the Ancient Realm.
The Devil Grudge clan had been an ancient race whose existence had vanished countless epochs ago, yet quite a few resources remained within its ruins. Aside from the Devil Essence Star Ore, there might also be various techniques, divine abilities, and other treasures.
Obtaining even one of them would make the trip worthwhile.
Upon entering the Ancient Realm, their vision immediately turned gray and hazy. The place resembled a land of death, with endless resentment and baleful energy filling the air. There was not a trace of spiritual energy.
“So that’s why.”
As Mo Tianxiao sensed the aura around him, he immediately understood why no one could remain here for ten thousand years.
The resentment filling this world was so dense and violent that a casual breath would draw in a mouthful of it. This world was simply not suitable for anyone to remain in for long.
Such violently turbulent resentment and baleful energy could severely damage one’s foundation if too much were absorbed. At best, it would cause qi deviation; at worst, the negative energy would corrode one’s consciousness, reducing the victim to a mindless monster.
However... for demonic cultivators, an environment like this was not only harmless—it was practically a blessed land.
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?”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
