Ophelia stared in astonishment at the unfolding scene.
Her ancestor was no longer roaring or raging. It had stopped mere inches away from her, making no move to attack. At this moment, it merely gazed quietly at the sky, as if earnestly awaiting something.
But after a moment...
Nothing happened.
The Ancient God did not look upon this place, nor was it moved by Ophelia's "devout" prayers.
Antius roared in even greater fury, feeling deceived.
Ophelia's face showed both helplessness and disappointment. She knew this would be the outcome. If she truly could have called upon that existence for help, how could she possibly have fallen into such dire straits?
Antius lunged viciously toward everyone present. In the next second, they would all be crushed into fragments by this colossal creature.
But in that final moment between life and death...
Tilis suddenly opened her eyes.
A breathtaking magical aura erupted from her body, and a torrent of overwhelming magical energy swept through everything.
The entire Dragon Tomb began to tremble violently. Within a radius of ten kilometers centered around Tilis, all rock formations rumbled loudly.
[Twelfth-Circle Spell - Move Mountains and Fill Seas]
In ancient times, legendary mages used this spell to reshape the terrain, either for defense against enemies or to alter ecosystems. But today, Tilis aimed to take the entire underground palace with her, along with Antius!
In an instant, the massive underground palace structure buried deep beneath the ground disappeared. The surface above quickly collapsed, forming a vast and deep black crater.
The Wignar soldiers stationed outside were astounded by the sight...
Outside Heglais Town.
Evelyn, sitting on a rock with Luo Wei, watching the spectacle, also showed a look of shock.
The fight between the Guildmaster and the Elder had suddenly seen another massive figure crashing down from the sky.
It had a huge black body, a thick tail tipped with a sharp point, and a pair of towering black wings on its back. Its head lacked visible eyes, but boasted a pair of menacing black horns.
A colossal individual from the Nightmare species, rumored to be a black dragon, the founding emperor of Wignar, Emperor Antius.
"This... this, this..."
Evelyn was stunned.
"Is this... your other ally?"
Luo Wei smiled and nodded. "Surprised?"
"Wait, no, there's more!!"
Evelyn pointed in shock at the sky. A blue light sphere enveloped several people descending from above, accompanied by countless massive stone meteors.
No! Those weren't even stones. With another flash of light, a vast black shadow covered the sky once more—a massive stone building complex!
"Quick! Dodge!"
Without Evelyn needing to say anything, Luo Wei immediately grabbed her and prepared to take her further away from the battlefield.
But at that moment, Tilis, who had raised a massive magical shield, landed in front of him.
The blue magical shield also enveloped both Luo Wei and Evelyn.
With a loud crash, the ground quickly subsided, and a cloud of dust rapidly spread in all directions.
In the instant that the palace complex crashed into the ground, the vast horde of insects, which seemed abundant in number, was annihilated in an instant. The Elder, half-human and half-insect... died an inexplicable and pitiful death under this kind of devastation.
The dust obscured the vision completely, so Luo Wei looked at those around him.
Tilis gazed at him quietly, her eyes carrying a gentle smile. With her came a sullen Ophelia, as well as two small fish in the pond, Caroline and Shadow Guard Jason...
"Uh..." Luo Wei slowly let go of Evelyn's hand that he had been tightly holding.
With so many people arriving at once, it suddenly felt a bit awkward.
"Luo Wei, I did it." Tilis said with a smile.
Luo Wei looked at her and nodded gratefully. "Thank you, I knew you could do it."
Seeing the two gaze at each other with such understanding, Ophelia's voice drifted over.
"Luo Wei, I need an explanation."
Luo Wei looked helplessly at her. Ophelia was covered in dust and her clothes were ragged, looking quite shabby...
"This is a long story..." He chuckled bitterly, "You can think of it as... a troublesome and annoying guy wanting to watch the fun of a trio dilemma..."
"What trio dilemma?" Evelyn was completely confused, not understanding why the mage had turned into such a state, nor the incredible events she had just witnessed.
Tilis showed a contemplative expression. Luo Wei had told her some before, and now it seemed a bit clearer...
"You mean that terrifying existence turned our Guildmaster, the Elder, and the imperial ancestor into this state?"
She looked astonished, "What kind of existence could accomplish all this? It's unbelievable!"
What kind of existence... Luo Wei thought of the grinning fellow and felt a surge of irritation.
His gaze slowly shifted to a spot not far away. As the dust gradually cleared, Naya was now sitting on a stone slab moved from the tomb, looking at him with an indescribable, complex gaze.
What's the meaning behind this look?
Luo Wei's brow furrowed.
Just as he was puzzled, Naya's gaze suddenly turned toward the center of the battlefield.
Under the previous devastation, only figures the size of the Guildmaster and Antius could have survived. The two massive beings were already roaring and colliding with each other.
"Devour! Devour!!"
"Hunger! Hunger!!"
Luo Wei snorted coldly. To devour, to hunger? I'll satisfy you both. Eat each other to your heart's content!
Like Luo Wei, Naya also showed an eager and excited gaze.
Her little feet swung back and forth.
"Hehehe! Fight! Fight!!"
"What a show today~"
But what made her even happier was yet to come.
With a twist in the spatial fabric, a bone-chilling sensation enveloped Luo Wei entirely.
He looked towards that direction. It was a mass of twisted lines, making the entire space disorienting.
The Hunting Hounds.
Luo Wei's action of opening the door had drawn the attention of the Hunting Hounds. And this time, compared to Tilis's encounter, there were even more of them.
"No! It's the Hunting Hounds!" Tilis looked nervously at Luo Wei. Her fear of these creatures had deeply ingrained itself into her soul.
"Wait a moment..." Luo Wei motioned for her to calm down.
Because the heavy hitter was yet to appear.
Ophelia suddenly frowned. She felt something and looked around in surprise.
Soon, not only was Ophelia surprised, but the others around them also tensed up.
Everyone felt an indescribable gaze upon them.
It was an ancient and profound existence...
Naya raised her eyebrows. She lifted her head and looked at the sky.
"Even this one couldn't hold back..."
"Hehehe, the fun's just getting started~"
Ophelia and Naya's reactions immediately made Luo Wei understand who was watching the battlefield and the chaos.
The Ancient God, Nothus...
Luo Wei's expression was growing more and more uncontrollable.
In this mundane, unremarkable town, such heavy hitters had gathered...
A Guildmaster produced by a god-making plan.
A Nightmare King with strength comparable to an Outer God.
A pack of Hunting Hounds whose power level defied description.
An Ancient God, Overlord of the Great Abyss, Master of the Dreamlands...
And an Outer God watching the fun, Nyarlathotep...
The entire northwest was a chaotic mess...
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.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
