The fog gradually dispersed. The sky was blood-red, and the earth was cracked, scorched wasteland. The air reeked of something sharp and acrid.
A massive, ghastly-white bone moon hung high in the heavens, coldly gazing down upon this land of despair.
Su Yuehe found herself standing atop a towering mountain built from piles of white bones.
Before her, seated upon a throne of bones, Chen Guan rested his chin in one hand as he looked down at her from above. His eyes held nothing but the cold indifference and mercilessness of a god.
This was the spiritual hell Chen Guan had created specifically for her.
In this world, Chen Guan was the sole creator.
Su Yuehe’s body began to bend against her will. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her body trembled beneath the immense resistance.
She clenched her teeth and used every last ounce of her mental strength to withstand the malice emanating from the entire world.
Although Su Yuehe had previously sensed that Chen Guan’s mental power was different from ordinary people’s, she had never before experienced the strange force so clearly.
At the instant that gray-white fog appeared, Su Yuehe had felt even her chains of law tremble. That had never happened before.
No. She absolutely could not continue waiting helplessly for death.
Regardless of the true nature of the gray-white fog, she first had to see through the real and false moves within this illusion, then break through them.
Outside, everyone in the audience saw only Su Yuehe’s body jerk when Chen Guan closed his eyes. Her complexion instantly turned as pale as paper, as if she were enduring some unseen, terrifying assault.
“What happened?”
“It’s an illusion. Chen Guan dragged her into his mental world.”
“How is she supposed to fight that? In someone else’s world, isn’t she completely at their mercy?”
Everyone who supported Su Yuehe felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Within the illusion, Su Yuehe’s body had already bent into the shape of a bow.
She could feel her mental defenses crumbling inch by inch before that brutal blood-red moon.
More and more negative entities broke through her defenses and appeared before her eyes.
She had never imagined that a person’s mental world could be this dark and twisted.
Everything here was the opposite of the order and beauty she believed in.
Despair, pain, madness—countless negative emotions clung to her like bone-deep parasites, eating away at her will.
“Give up.” Chen Guan’s voice rang out once more. “The order you cling to means nothing here.”
Su Yuehe raised her head and looked at the indifferent figure upon the throne. In those eyes that were usually filled with starlight, a spark of defiance had begun to burn.
“No.”
With great difficulty, she spoke the word one syllable at a time. Then she raised her hand and pointed her slender index finger at the ghastly bone moon, at the blood-red sky.
“Let there be light in this place.”
Boom.
With the words came the law.
Even within the spiritual hell Chen Guan had created with his own hands, the Wordspeaker’s rules still forcibly tore open a breach.
The ghastly bone moon erupted with a radiance that stretched for ten thousand zhang, dispelling the blood-red hue from the heavens.
Warm, holy golden sunlight pierced through the clouds like countless swords and poured down upon the silent, scorched earth.
Under the sunlight, the sinister bones began to dissolve. From the cracks in the ground, tender green shoots actually began to break through.
“Let there be life in this place.”
Su Yuehe’s voice rang out again.
Greenery spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the lifeless bone wasteland had transformed into a grassland brimming with vitality.
The stench of sulfur and decay was replaced by the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.
The entire world was being forcibly wrested from Chen Guan’s control by her words.
Upon the throne, Chen Guan’s brows finally drew together.
He could feel his control over this world rapidly slipping away.
The will pressing down upon Su Yuehe also melted away beneath the sunlight.
Su Yuehe straightened. Standing upon the fresh green grass and bathed in warm sunlight, she smiled as she looked at the figure on the throne.
“Now, this is no longer your world.”
“My turn.”
She raised her hand and pointed at Chen Guan from afar.
“Royal authority is forbidden here.”
Crack.
The throne beneath Chen Guan, built from countless white bones, filled with fractures before collapsing.
He fell from midair and landed somewhat awkwardly on the soft grass. Then he rolled and rose to his feet.
I got careless… Chen Guan thought, realizing that things were going badly. When it came to mental strength alone, this half-baked amateur truly was no match for Su Yuehe.
At this moment, their positions had been completely reversed.
Now, Su Yuehe was the master of this world she had rewritten.
The illusion had been broken.
Outside, Su Jin gave an almost imperceptible nod, the corners of her lips curving upward.
As expected of her daughter. What remarkable powers of observation.
She had been able to discern at a glance the sophistication of the illusion: its true move was the construction of an entire world, with the whole world itself becoming the real attack.
The false move was Chen Guan, sitting high upon the throne. Whether or not this illusory spellcaster existed had little effect on the illusion.
On the arena, Chen Guan opened his eyes.
He had lost the first round.
He had underestimated Wordspeak—and underestimated Su Yuehe.
He had assumed that illusion was an attack on a higher dimension. He had never expected that her Words could even alter the rules of an illusion.
“Got your ass handed to you, huh?” Baal’s voice rang out in his mind, openly gloating. “I told you. Against someone who plays with rules, all your flashy tricks are useless. You have to be even more unreasonable than she is.”
Chen Guan ignored Baal’s taunt. His gaze fell upon the arena beneath his feet.
This was the ground that had witnessed countless battles and borne witness to countless glories and defeats.
Suddenly, he smiled.
“Yeah. I suppose it’s time to be a little more unreasonable.”
“Mythic Series: Echoes.”
“Lingering Grief.”
An indescribable resentment surged outward from Chen Guan, sweeping across the entire arena like a rising tide.
The air above the arena plummeted in temperature, as if summer had plunged into winter in an instant.
Everyone felt a chill that came from the depths of their souls.
It was a collective of negative emotions—despair, unwillingness, venom, and pain, all fused together.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, distorted, phantom-like shadows began to emerge from beneath the arena tiles, from within the walls, and from the air itself.
The first to appear was Qiong Qingbai.
He was still handsome, but the complacency in his eyes was gone. All that remained was the endless bewilderment and resentment born from having his martial heart shattered by a single slash.
In his hand, he held a folding fan condensed from resentment.
Next came Ivan.
His massive mechanical body had been completely corroded by rust. Ominous sparks of electricity burst from his joints as he repeatedly muttered, “Flesh is weak. Mechanical ascension… why?”
Then came Charles.
His entire body was charred black, like a piece of charcoal. Uncontrolled blue arcs of electricity coiled around him, torturing him again and again.
His face was filled with the disbelief of someone who could not accept that he had been consumed by his own power.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
