“As for how you avoid being swallowed whole… that will depend on your own ability.”
Baal’s voice faded away, but he had already left Chen Guan with all the information he needed.
“I’ll do it.”
Chen Guan’s voice shattered the deathly silence within the team.
“Have you forgotten how you were thrown back just now?” Long Ao objected. He didn’t want Chen Guan to take the risk.
“That was then. This is now.”
Chen Guan shook his head. To him, this might be another opportunity to increase his strength. How could he let it pass him by?
“My method may not be the best, but it will work. Trust me.”
With that, he stopped paying attention to the others and turned toward the edge of the golden curtain of light.
An Changqing called out to his back.
“Chen Guan, what do you need us to do?”
Chen Guan didn’t turn around. “Adapt to the situation. I trust your judgment.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped beyond the protection of the golden curtain.
The moment he crossed the barrier, that vast will found an outlet. An invisible tide surged toward him—the only foreign presence in the entire space.
The team’s hearts leaped into their throats. Shan Heng was so nervous that his teeth chattered.
Chen Guan raised his right hand. The black mark in his palm began to glow, and the sinister black patterns came alive, crawling outward from his palm and spreading until they swallowed his entire arm and reached his shoulder.
The muscles in that arm bulged, while his skin took on a dark, inhuman hue.
Chen Guan raised the completely demonized arm and stretched it toward the distant Bone Throne as it collapsed.
The entire battlefield trembled. The dark-red light frozen across the sky began to flare wildly.
The lingering psychic echoes released by countless bones converged into an invisible torrent. It was silent, yet carried a terrifying pressure capable of tearing the soul apart. The torrent slammed into Chen Guan’s outstretched arm.
Even the golden curtain of light shook violently beneath the impact, on the verge of shattering.
Chen Guan’s body remained utterly still under the torrent’s assault. His face was expressionless. Only the black patterns covering his demonized arm exploded with dazzling, dark radiance the instant they came into contact with the torrent of will.
Within that radiance, the patterns came fully alive.
They twisted, writhed, and intertwined, transforming into starving beasts that tore into and devoured the invisible will. Yet beneath the crushing force of its immense power, they let out anguished cries as if on the verge of collapse, their forms ripping apart inch by inch.
The arm covered in black patterns began to disintegrate at an astonishing speed.
His skin peeled away like cracked mud. The dark-red muscle beneath was ground into dust by the torrent of will, leaving the pale bones of his fingers exposed beneath the bloody sky.
“His arm is disappearing! Huo Qixing, hold the barrier!”
Qin Wu bellowed as he poured all his qi into the golden formation beneath his feet, trying to ease the pressure on Huo Qixing.
Huo Qixing’s face was as pale as paper. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, evaporating into white steam the instant it struck the ground.
“Captain, the strength of this will is surging.”
An Changqing’s brows drew tightly together as his gaze flicked rapidly between Chen Guan’s swaying figure and the distant Bone Throne.
“We can’t just stand by and wait.” His voice was terrifyingly calm. “If Chen Guan keeps enduring it alone, it’ll grind him to death. We have to divert the will’s attention.”
Su Yuehe nodded and added, “Changqing is right. The core of the psychic imprint is in the throne. Attack it. That will definitely interfere with it.”
Qin Wu nodded in agreement. “Everyone, listen to my command. Use your strongest ranged attacks. Target the throne.”
“Understood!”
“Got it!”
The Huaxia team members responded at once.
“Here we go!”
Long Ao was the first to charge forward. The muscles in his arms bulged, and the crimson flames burning around his body were compressed to the extreme, gathering entirely around his fists.
“Let’s see you turn to scrap!”
Before his words had even faded, he had already thrown a punch containing all his strength. A massive crimson shockwave burst from his fist like a roaring meteor, tearing through the air as it shot toward the throne.
Right behind it, An Changqing’s sword aura and the team members’ various abilities intertwined into a surging flood of energy. Riding upward against the tide, it followed the shockwave and slammed into the evil throne built from countless piled-up bones.
Boom!
The deafening explosion tore across the silent battlefield.
The entire blood-red space shook violently. The Bone Throne was struck head-on by the flood of energy, sending countless shattered bones and clouds of black smoke soaring into the sky.
The terrifying will crushing down on Chen Guan stalled for an instant the moment the throne came under attack.
That brief respite gave Chen Guan the chance to pull back his arm, which had nearly been ground down to bare bone.
He staggered back two steps, then dropped to one knee and gasped for breath as if completely drained. Meanwhile, fresh flesh began to writhe and regenerate at the wound on his left arm, which had been worn away to the bone.
Creation. Regeneration. Steady output.
“It worked!”
Long Ao shouted excitedly.
But before his cry had even faded, the ground across the battlefield began to shake violently, and the frozen dark-red light in the sky flashed frantically.
Qin Wu, Long Ao, and the others’ expressions changed drastically. The concentrated spiritual pressure crashed down on everyone like millions of mountains, meeting no resistance.
Several weaker team members didn’t even have time to groan before blood spurted from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. They collapsed on the spot, instantly losing consciousness. Blue teleportation beams flickered and carried them away.
Those still standing could only watch as the black smoke drifting above the throne’s ruins began to converge.
A blurry shadow large enough to blot out the sky slowly took shape.
It was the familiar phantom of the Chicken-Winged Demon God.
The lingering will of Astaroth had been thoroughly enraged.
“Kehehehe…”
Baal’s gloating laughter rang out in Chen Guan’s mind. “Congratulations. You’ve gone and pushed things too far, kid.”
Chen Guan raised his head and stared fixedly at the demon-god phantom formed entirely from will. There wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
Because he could sense just how pure the spiritual energy radiating from the phantom’s core was.
Mine.
All of it is mine.
“Chen Guan, get back here!”
An Changqing’s anxious voice reached him. Wielding his sword, he struggled to clear a space for Chen Guan beneath the pressure that crushed the bones around them.
Chen Guan ignored the shouts behind him.
He slowly rose to his feet. The black patterns once again spread across his freshly regenerated left arm.
This time, they spread faster and looked even more sinister. In the blink of an eye, they covered half his body.
He raised his head and faced those scarlet eyes—eyes powerful enough to make even gods tremble—then deliberately took another step forward.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
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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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
