"Master, Master! Before you descend to punish that Demon Ancestor, I beg you to uphold justice for me first!"
Lin Yu knelt before Li Cangqiong, his gaze filled with devotion.
He had become the laughingstock of the entire Nine Heavens, and this grudge must be avenged.
"Then how do you intend to punish the Dragon Palace?" Emperor Cangqiong frowned.
"Long Qianqiu has been unfaithful. I want the entire Dragon Clan to pay for her actions. All members of the Dragon Palace shall be cast down to the mortal realm. Immortals, Great Emperors, and those above must all sever a portion of their own cultivation!" Lin Yu's emotions bordered on fury. He had to start by making an example of the Dragon Palace!
Emperor Cangqiong looked at his disciple, seeing through all his petty thoughts. This kid was practically wishing for his immediate demise, so that he might have a sliver of a chance to merge with the Supreme Dao.
But after all, he was Li Cangqiong's only disciple!
"I will reprimand the Jiang Family. The Dragon Clan will not fare well either," said Li Cangqiong before vanishing on the spot.
...
Nine Heavens, Dragon Palace.
"That damned girl! What on earth is she trying to do?!"
The Dragon Palace Lord, Long Xuantian, was sweating profusely. Long Qianqiu had directly caused a monumental disaster!
To actually cuckold the Holy Son of the Cangqiong Immortal Palace? And now the entire Nine Heavens knows! This is beyond a simple slap in the face; it's practically shitting on their heads.
"Re...report, Clan Leader! A...a disaster! The...the Emperor from Cangqiong Dao Palace has come to demand justice! He...he demands justice from our Dragon Palace! The Emperor's decree... all Dragon Clan members are to be demoted to mortals! Great Emperors and Immortals must all sever a portion of their cultivation!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the powerful figures of the Dragon Palace present felt their scalps go numb.
All demoted to commoners? And Great Emperors and Immortals must all sever their cultivation???
Ordinary people are one thing, but for a Great Emperor to sever their cultivation... is equivalent to directly cutting off their future path to the Great Dao!
Even a powerhouse at the Third-Life Emperor Realm would fall from the Peerless Emperor Realm upon severing their cultivation, with no hope of achieving immortality for life.
For an Immortal, severing their cultivation means losing one True Fate, halting their progress forever.
If this were truly carried out, their Dragon Palace would immediately fall from a top-tier force in the Nine Heavens to a second-rate one.
"Wh...what? The Emperor? I request an audience with the Emperor! Long Qianqiu severed all ties with our Dragon Palace long ago! This matter has nothing to do with us!" Long Xuantian panicked.
What a joke? Sever one of his True Fates?
He was currently at the Three-Calamity Immortal Lord realm. Severing his cultivation would immediately drop him to Two-Calamities, with no chance of ever breaking through again—more agonizing than death itself.
As they hesitated, an indifferent voice echoed above the Dragon Palace, "You have three breaths. Otherwise, when this Emperor acts... not a soul in the Dragon Palace will be left."
In the sky, a cold, gigantic face formed from immortal energy slowly coalesced.
The pressure of an Emperor's might suffocated all members of the Dragon Clan, especially Long Xuantian.
Truly, disaster strikes from the heavens while one sits peacefully at home!
Long Qianqiu caused the trouble, so go find her! What's the point of blaming our entire Dragon Clan?
"Three!"
The cold, merciless voice reverberated across hundreds of surrounding provinces.
Once an Emperor acted, forget the Dragon Palace... even these lands would likely suffer disaster!
Long Xuantian gritted his teeth fiercely and forcefully severed a portion of the immortal essence within his body!
Instantly, the fall of an immortal triggered terrifying celestial phenomena. Blood rain began to fall over the Dragon Palace, as if mourning this immortal.
True Fate -1!
Long Xuantian's aura instantly withered. Seeing this, the other Dragon Clan powerhouses also gritted their teeth, their hatred for Long Qianqiu reaching an absolute peak!
They had thought that after Long Qianqiu's bloodline breakthrough into a True Dragon, she would become the future hope of their Dragon Clan. Who knew... she would directly dig a massive grave for the Dragon Clan.
Then, all the powerful members of the Dragon Clan severed their cultivation!
32 Great Emperors, 4 Immortals, all severed their cultivation!
In the end, only a dozen or so Great Emperors remained, three crippled Immortals, and Long Xuantian, now a Two-Calamity Immortal.
Only then did Emperor Cangqiong's giant face slowly fade away.
"Where is Aotian? Where did Aotian go?" Long Xuantian forcibly suppressed his overwhelming hatred. He urgently needed to find Long Aotian!
Having suffered severe damage to his vitality, if he could extract that trace of thin True Dragon bloodline from Long Aotian's body within a short time, he might be able to return to his Three-Calamity Immortal Lord cultivation.
"Re...report, Clan Leader! Young Master Aotian... has disappeared! He said a few days ago he was going out to train... but we don't know where he went," a crippled Immortal spoke.
"What?!!! Contact Aotian immediately! Tell him to return to the Dragon Clan at once!"
...
"Where the hell did this send me? Is this still the Southern Abyss Heaven?"
A white-haired young man with prominent horn-like features walked across the land, looking confused. The place was littered with white bones, and the air was thick with red demonic energy. A mortal breathing it in would instantly lose their sanity.
Soon, Long Aotian learned about the Dragon Palace's calamity from the Nine Heavens network and couldn't help but shudder.
"Lucky me! I knew that Long Xuantian had a deathly aura about him, so I ran away early. Otherwise... I'd definitely be in mortal danger!" Long Aotian said.
"But that Jiang Che is really something else, managing to subdue even a she-tyrannosaurus like Long Qianqiu."
"Huh? Wait, that's not right. Long Qianqiu is my half-sister, so doesn't that make me Brother-in-law to Young Master Jiang?" Long Aotian's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.
Although he had a vague feeling that Jiang Che was not someone to be trifled with, if I kneel before you and call you brother-in-law... how would you handle that?
After all, one doesn't hit a smiling face. He was determined to latch onto Jiang Che's powerful leg!
Just then, a voice reached his ears.
"Tsk tsk tsk, if it isn't the Young Palace Lord of the Dragon Palace, His Highness Aotian. What brings you here all of a sudden?"
Long Aotian jolted, every hair on his body standing on end. He had run so far, how could someone recognize him at a glance?
"Who are you?"
The person before him had long black hair and features that were seventy percent sinister... a girl... no, a young man, with dark red demonic energy swirling all over his body.
"Holy Son of Cangqiong?!!!"
Long Aotian was terrified by the appearance of the person before him. Damn it... the one who cuckolded you was Long Qianqiu! Go find her! Why come after me!
"Holy Son of Cangqiong?" The young man frowned, clearly... he had no idea what the Holy Son of Cangqiong was.
This young man was none other than Lin Yu from the Mortal Realm, who had bound himself to the "Strongest Wrench System."
[Ding! Host has located a target for conquest! Long Aotian]
[Target Information: Young Palace Lord of the Nine Heavens Dragon Palace, possesses a trace of True Dragon bloodline, current 'Destiny's Chosen' of the Southern Abyss Heaven]
Lin Yu's eyes lit up. It must be said... this Long Aotian is quite handsome. It's a pity... he himself had lost that ability. But for Brother Qiang's sake, he was prepared to bend Long Aotian, to be ready for the day he meets Brother Qiang.
That's right, he had rediscovered his purpose in existence through this 'Strongest Wrench System'!
Before meeting Brother Qiang, he would bend a whole bunch of Sons of Destiny for him......
"You... what are you trying to do?" For some reason, Long Aotian suddenly felt a sense of dread tightening in his gut, as if he had been targeted by some unspeakable terror.
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.”
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...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
