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—!!"
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."
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?”
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?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
