The three-year deadline had finally arrived.
Everyone stood up, for today marked the true commencement of the Earth Ranking Battle.
No one knew exactly how the competition would unfold.
With so many participants, could the summit of Taihua Mountain truly accommodate them all?
At present, the peak of Taihua Mountain was entirely sealed off by a barrier. No matter how strong one's cultivation, no one could breach it.
The crowd waited, anticipating the barrier's opening so they could ascend Taihua Mountain and witness the Earth Ranking Battle firsthand.
"Has it started yet?"
"Not sure. Today's the day, but... why is there no movement at all?"
"The barrier is still there—it hasn't vanished. It probably hasn't opened yet."
"If it had opened, wouldn't there be some kind of announcement?"
"Shouldn't the Earth Ranking disclose the specifics of the competition?"
Amid the murmurs, Chen Chang'an also glanced up at the sky.
Would there really be no indication at all?
Wasn't this Earth Ranking Battle being handled a bit too casually?
"Holy crap, he... he just went in!"
"Huh? Where did he go?"
"Look over there! He’s already inside the barrier!"
"Damn, he really got in! But why is he kneeling?"
"What’s going on? No idea."
Suddenly, the crowd noticed that one person had already entered the barrier. However, the moment he stepped inside, he dropped to his knees. No one knew what was happening, but it was clear the man wasn’t faring well.
"Is the Earth Ranking open now?"
"Hahaha, charge!"
"Taihua Mountain, here I come!"
"What the hell? Why can’t I get in?"
"Why can they enter, but I can’t?"
"Idiot, they’re the ones who qualified for the Earth Ranking. You’re not a participant—why would you expect to get in?"
"Seriously? So we can’t even watch the spectacle?"
"Can’t watch? Just look around—isn’t this spectacle enough already?"
"Holy shit!"
"What... what’s happening?"
The moment it became clear the barrier was permeable, a flood of people rushed toward it. Those without qualifications were naturally blocked outside, while all who had passed the stele’s test smoothly entered.
Yet, once inside, without exception, every single one of them fell to their knees.
Not a single person escaped it—tens of thousands knelt simultaneously, creating a scene so grand it was nothing short of breathtaking.
The barrier blocked everything, including the crowd’s perception. Even Supreme Realm experts couldn’t discern what was happening inside.
But judging by the state of those inside, some deductions could be made.
"Seems like reaching the summit of Taihua Mountain won’t be easy."
"I told you—how could Taihua Mountain’s peak accommodate so many people? The test was just the first hurdle. Now, they’re facing the second."
"Exactly. Inside that barrier, there must be an overwhelming pressure—one ordinary people can’t withstand."
"These people charged in unprepared. Of course they’d drop to their knees."
Chen Chang'an turned to Chen Yunxuan and the others with a smile. "You’ve seen what’s happening. Go ahead and give it a try."
Chen Yunxuan and his companions hadn’t rushed into the barrier. Now, hearing Chen Chang'an’s words, they nodded solemnly.
The moment the five of them stepped toward the barrier, they drew the attention of the crowd.
"Look! Those five are finally entering the barrier."
"Do you think they’ll kneel too?"
"Hard to say. I just saw a peak Supreme Realm cultivator drop to his knees."
"But that guy’s already back on his feet—though every step seems agonizing."
Amid the chatter, Chen Yunxuan and his group reached the barrier’s edge. After exchanging glances, they stepped through together.
The instant they crossed, an immense pressure bore down on them.
But because they were prepared, all five withstood the terrifying force.
"Holy shit, they resisted it?"
"As expected of peerless prodigies—all five of them held firm!"
"No one else compares."
"But I’ve been watching—everyone else who stood up is moving painfully slow. The closer they get to the summit, the stronger the pressure. Who knows how long it’ll take them to reach the top?"
"How long isn’t my concern. I’m more curious—how many will actually make it to Taihua Mountain’s peak?"
"Wait—could it be... whoever reaches the summit first becomes the Earth Ranking’s top contender?"
"That... can’t be, right? Isn’t this a battle?"
"You expect them to fight while enduring this pressure and charging forward?"
"No idea. We’ll see."
Inside the barrier, Chen Yunxuan turned to Ye Zhiqiu and the others. "How do you feel?"
"The pressure’s intense, but it doesn’t hinder me much," Ye Zhiqiu replied with a grin.
"Same here."
"Pretty much."
Li Qiye and the other two also felt the pressure wasn’t overly oppressive.
Chen Yunxuan gazed up at the distant summit of Taihua Mountain, then smirked. "How about a little competition? Let’s see who reaches the top first."
Ye Zhiqiu and the others grinned—they’d been thinking the same thing.
"Deal!"
"Then let’s—"
"Damn it, Chen Yunxuan! You sneaky bastard!"
Before Ye Zhiqiu could finish, Chen Yunxuan was already sprinting toward the summit.
"Go!"
Ye Zhiqiu and the others bolted after him, their speed equally astonishing.
"What the hell?!"
"Is the gap really this huge?"
"Everyone else is struggling to move, and these guys are practically flying?"
"Ugh. The difference is already clear. What chance do the others have?"
Witnessing Chen Yunxuan’s group’s speed, the crowd could only sigh in awe. Meanwhile, inside the barrier, Supreme Realm experts flushed with humiliation.
Was the disparity truly this vast?
If they couldn’t even reach the summit, how could they possibly compete?
"Palace Master, has the outcome already been decided?" Hua Wulei asked Chen Chang'an.
Decided?
It couldn’t be that simple.
This was the Earth Ranking—if it were too easy, wouldn’t that be absurd?
"Watch. The pressure will intensify the closer they get. They’ll soon exhaust themselves," Chen Chang'an replied calmly.
True to his words, Chen Yunxuan and the others had charged ahead fiercely, but after covering about a third of the distance, they abruptly halted.
Chen Yunxuan glanced at Ye Zhiqiu and the others catching up, then chuckled. "Now the real challenge begins."
"How do you feel?"
"The pressure’s getting heavier—it’s hard to breathe."
"Same."
"Hah! Now this is exciting."
"Let’s go. I want to see just how much stronger this pressure can get!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”