Deep in the South Sea.
Jiang Che dove into the abyss with Mo Lianxing in tow.
At depths of several thousand meters, the water pressure was terrifyingly oppressive—even a Heaven-Shattering Realm martial artist would struggle to survive here.
But Jiang Che had cheats!
A 1000-point Water-Repelling Pearl, anyone?
"Damn, this is insane. How the hell have sea creatures evolved this much in such a short time since the gates opened?"
Jiang Che's lips twitched.
Back when Jiang Ruoxu awakened the forbidden altar, if Jiang Che hadn't used a Spirit-Gathering Array to seal it, Dragon Country might have ended up just like this place—every living thing spiraling into frenzied evolution.
"ROAR—"
As Jiang Che pondered, an enormous shadow, mountainous in scale, loomed behind him.
A monstrous shark, at least 40 meters long, its gaping maw wide enough to swallow a truck whole.
Jiang Che glanced sideways, unleashing a fraction of his power—the aura of the Divine Transformation Realm surged forth, an overwhelming pressure instantly saturating the water.
"???"
The mutated shark's eyes flickered with human-like terror, screeching to a halt before Jiang Che.
Instantly docile as a lamb!
Mo Lianxing, nestled in Jiang Che's soul-nurturing ring, was long past surprise. She couldn’t even gauge Jiang Che’s true strength anymore.
To her senses, he seemed like a Heaven-Shattering Realm cultivator, yet he could erupt with Divine Transformation-level pressure—sometimes even flaring with Nirvana Realm power!
Of course, she didn’t believe Jiang Che’s real strength had reached Nirvana. Probably just another trump card from his mysterious master.
[Holy—holy shit! Why does this upright ape radiate such terrifying energy?!]
[I’m done for! Shark Lord’s gonna bite it today!]
[No, I gotta report back—a human this strong has appeared among their kind…]
Thanks to his Divine Hearing, Jiang Che instantly caught the shark’s inner monologue.
"Huh? Report back?"
To whom?
Now Jiang Che was intrigued.
"Hey, you. Come here. I know you understand me."
The shark: "!!!"
He’d been playing the part of a regular great white so well—how’d this guy see through it?!
[Oh no! This human’s so powerful… is he here to mess with our Dragon Palace?]
Dragon Palace? What the hell was that?
Jiang Che frowned. The speed of spiritual revival was absurd.
He’d only slacked off for a week, yet it felt like he’d missed a century.
"When was this Dragon Palace established?!"
Jiang Che pressed, though he hardly expected a speechless shark to answer.
His words only deepened the shark’s terror.
[Just as I thought! He’s here for the Dragon Palace…]
Jiang Che sighed. This guy had brains, but not enough.
He acted decisively—forcibly extracting memories through soul-searching!
The shark’s massive body convulsed wildly before going limp, foam bubbling from its jaws—clearly a goner.
"So that’s it."
Not long ago, a few interlopers emerged from an undersea altar, arriving from the Nine Heavens. Organized and purposeful, they took over the Rainbow Altar and established this so-called Dragon Palace.
With spiritual revival underway, many marine creatures had evolved intelligence and flocked to join.
[Dragon Palace?]
At that moment, Mo Lianxing materialized from Jiang Che’s ring. Clad in a sheer white gown, nine slender fox tails swayed behind her, their faint crimson hue accentuating her allure.
Yes—this was Mo Lianxing’s outfit of the day!
She’d figured out Jiang Che’s tastes: first, a lolicon streak (though her mature face ruled out cosplaying a loli), but secondly, a furry fascination. Jiang Che adored her kitsune guise, so… well, heh.
"Hm? You know about the Dragon Palace, love?" Jiang Che arched a brow.
Mo Lianxing nodded.
"The Southern Nether Heaven within the Nine Heavens is entirely engulfed by vast oceans. The Dragon Palace ranks among the top thirty powers there—extremely formidable. But ‘Dragon Palace’ is a broad term. This might just be a coincidence… not necessarily the one from the Nine Heavens."
Jiang Che chuckled.
Based on the shark’s memories, these cross-dimensional intruders were no rogue cultivators.
They’d even rallied sea creatures to build a massive underwater palace, spouting nonsense about welcoming a deity’s arrival.
How could Jiang Che resist checking it out?
Might as well wipe out this Dragon Palace while he was at it.
No way was he letting some overpowered faction dominate Earth’s oceans!
"Husband, it’s plausible. Earth’s deep seas might genuinely connect to the Southern Nether Heaven."
Mo Lianxing looped her arm through Jiang Che’s as they strolled through the abyss, an oddly mesmerizing sight.
"The Rainbow Altar’s in the ruins of Atlantis. So Atlantis was real? I thought that was just movie nonsense!"
Jiang Che muttered to himself.
Earth’s oceans had already flipped upside-down—Atlantis was real now? A few more weeks, and sea creatures might’ve started invading land.
Passing through layers of seabed silt, they entered what seemed like another world.
The pitch-black depths suddenly brightened.
Beneath the ocean floor—a hidden realm!
Countless never-before-seen marine creatures darted about, even mermaids weaving among them.
Actual mermaids. Upper bodies of stunning women, lower halves massive fishtails. Rows of them clad only in bikinis, their headlights nearly blinding Jiang Che.
"Hey! Eyes up here. My figure’s better than these fish, isn’t it?"
Mo Lianxing inexplicably bristled.
"Love, don’t joke. I know your body inside out. At best, a generous D-cup. These mermaids? Probably juiced up to E—no, F-cups. I—holy shit!"
Mid-rant, Jiang Che glanced at Mo Lianxing and froze.
Somehow, her proportions had… inflated. Ridiculously so.
"Well?" Mo Lianxing waggled her brows.
Though a spirit, she’d mastered the ‘Thousand Transformations’ divine skill.
"Ahem, that’s pure artificial enhancement. These mermaids are all-natural. No comparison!"
Mo Lianxing: "..."
Oh, so synthetic means you won’t touch it, huh? Typical ungrateful bastard.
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!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
