The soul fragment of the Void Emperor appeared in mid-air, gazing at Mo Tianxiao. "Little friend, you may choose any direction to proceed. Different directions hold different opportunities, and naturally, they are accompanied by different challenges."
"Is it random?"
Mo Tianxiao's interest was slightly piqued. Let's see how the luck of this minor villain turns out.
Picking a cave entrance at random, Mo Tianxiao walked in without hesitation.
Watching Mo Tianxiao's back disappear into the entrance, a faint smile appeared on the Void Emperor's soul fragment's face. "What an interesting little fellow. He actually achieved a state of mental clarity just by braving an illusion..."
From the moment Mo Tianxiao passed the first trial, he noticed that the young man's state of mind had changed. It turned out his thoughts had become completely unhindered and clear.
For cultivators, cultivating the mind to achieve pure clarity is a major goal. To think this little guy had reached such a realization at his current cultivation level—his future was truly limitless. He wondered if the boy would be able to obtain his legacy.
Most cultivators were trapped right before this step of mental clarity, forever unable to cross that threshold, ultimately stuck at a certain realm without being able to advance any further.
It sounded simple, and everyone understood the principle, but whether one could actually achieve it was what separated the extraordinary from the mediocre.
On the other side, as Mo Tianxiao ventured deeper, his surroundings changed imperceptibly.
Looking at the ruined walls, the blazing beacons of war, and the corpses of cultivators littering the ground, Mo Tianxiao suddenly realized—when did he get here?
"Another illusion?"
Why did this Void Emperor always like pulling these kinds of tricks?
"What are your thoughts upon seeing this scene?"
Just as Mo Tianxiao was silently complaining, a voice suddenly rang out from the distance. Turning his head, he saw a man clad in silver armor, holding a long spear.
The cold armor was splattered with a significant amount of blood, which didn't seem to belong to the man himself.
"Not much."
Mo Tianxiao replied. Although he had never seen such a tragic scene, for some reason, his heart remained relatively calm.
Perhaps he felt that such a scene was commonplace in this world where strength reigned supreme. Or perhaps, as a demonic cultivator, he was simply incapable of feeling sympathy. He wasn't sure.
"This is a dynastic war I participated in during my peak Soul Formation stage. Two dynasties perished together, yet I, a mere Soul Formation cultivator, luckily survived and eventually grew into a Great Emperor. Don't you think that's absurd?"
"You're the Void Emperor?" Mo Tianxiao raised an eyebrow, looking at the man in the distance.
The silver-armored man smiled faintly. "You could say that. The name sounds awful, doesn't it? Actually, I was originally supposed to be called the Void Emperor, but someone forcefully shortened it to just the Void Emperor."
"Forget it, there's no need to bring up the past. Come, if you want the reward, you just need to survive thirty rounds against me."
With that, the silver-armored man raised his spear and pointed it at Mo Tianxiao. The spear tip gleamed with a cold light, and the spear intent it exuded shocked even Mo Tianxiao.
"Void Emperor, no matter how you look at it, it should be related to space. Why use a spear?"
Mo Tianxiao adjusted his breathing, fully prepared to spar with this Great Emperor from his youth.
Hearing this, the silver-armored man dragged the spear with one hand and sprinted forward. His entire body formed a bow stance as he hurled the spear at Mo Tianxiao with all his might.
At the same time, he explained, "My legacy is indeed related to space, but right now, I am merely a minor Soul Formation cultivator. This spear is currently my strongest method!"
"Swish!"
The spear tip roared, piercing toward Mo Tianxiao like a meteor, causing ripples to form in the surrounding space.
"Clang!!"
Mo Tianxiao drew out his Nine Tribulations Holy Sword and parried the spear. The terrifying recoil forced him to take a few steps back.
"Such immense power. As expected of an expert who could grow into a Great Emperor. Even at the Soul Formation stage, he is far beyond compare."
The moment they exchanged blows, Mo Tianxiao felt the pressure. This man was on a completely different level from those he had robbed before. No wonder he managed to become a Great Emperor.
"Good kid! Using a holy weapon at the Soul Formation stage. You've got it much better than I did back in the day."
The silver-armored man beckoned with his hand, and the spear quivered before returning to his grasp. Looking at the longsword in Mo Tianxiao's hand, he was somewhat surprised.
What kind of normal person uses a holy weapon at the Soul Formation stage? Isn't that a reckless waste of a heavenly treasure?
A holy weapon required a cultivator to at least step into the Saint Realm to perfectly unleash its power.
Furthermore, observing the holy weapon in Mo Tianxiao's hand, it was of the highest tier. An ordinary Saint Realm expert might not even obtain one in their entire lifetime, yet this kid had one at the Soul Formation stage.
"Let me give you a piece of advice: use this weapon less in future battles."
"Why? Is there some kind of harm?" Mo Tianxiao was puzzled.
"There's no harm, but I'm worried you might get robbed one day. Although this holy weapon has a seal and ordinary people won't notice it, if someone ever discovers it, you'll be in for a lot of suffering."
The silver-armored man understood this deeply. Back then, no matter how careful he was, his treasures and secrets were still discovered by others, which caused him endless trouble.
"I see."
Mo Tianxiao nodded slowly. If that was the case, it shouldn't be a big problem. He wasn't afraid of anyone in the same realm trying to rob him. If an existence stronger than him tried to rob him, he would just go home and tell his master.
Rob his weapon? Let the current Sect Master of the Netherworld Demon Sect, a reincarnated immortal and a half-step Emperor Realm expert, have a chat with you.
"Let's continue. That was only the first round."
The silver-armored man dragged his spear, leaped high into the air, and brought the spear shaft down with the crushing weight of a mountain. Terrifying energy gathered on the spear as it blasted toward Mo Tianxiao.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao circulated his Demonic Emperor Sutra, bent his legs slightly, and shot forward with his sword to clash head-on with the silver-armored man.
"Clang!!"
The sword and spear collided, erupting with an ear-piercing boom. The two bursts of energy suddenly converged and then exploded, knocking both of them back.
Steadying himself and looking at a notch that had appeared on his spear tip, the silver-armored man revealed a hearty smile. "Good kid, keep going!"
He twirled the spear in a flourish above his head, then pressed the spear down, tightened his grip on the shaft, spun it into another flourish, and launched another attack at Mo Tianxiao.
Mo Tianxiao didn't dare to underestimate his opponent, using various sword techniques he had cultivated at the Netherworld Demon Sect to match him.
Soon, thirty moves had passed, but neither of them stopped. As if they had finally met a worthy opponent, they fought with increasing vigor.
"Don't you know any other sword techniques? Why are you just using these few moves back and forth?"
Having figured out Mo Tianxiao's patterns, the silver-armored man couldn't help but look questioning.
"The number of moves doesn't matter, as long as they are enough!"
Mo Tianxiao sounded completely unbothered, but inwardly he was constantly complaining. If it weren't for saving up villain points to upgrade the Demonic Emperor Sutra, he wouldn't have been forced to only learn ordinary sword moves.
"Well said! As long as you cultivate the basics to the extreme, you can still kill your enemies!"
Admiration showed on the silver-armored man's face. He liked grounded people like this, even if it was a bit of a waste of that holy weapon.
"The final move! Regardless of victory or defeat, I will consider you to have passed!"
The silver-armored man brandished his spear, and terrifying energy converged at the tip. A long red dragon formed from the spearhead, opening its ferocious maw and letting out roaring dragon cries.
"Roar—!!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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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!
