"Wuhu! We have liftoff!"
Jiang Che had already taken the Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark, leaving the Mortal Realm and heading for the Nine Heavens.
Immediately after leaving the Mortal Realm, Jiang Che removed the size constraints on the Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark, completely releasing its true form.
One must realize that the Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark sold for 5 billion points in Jiang Che's system. It was a top-tier Immortal Emperor-grade artifact. The 'Void Immortal Ark' he had given to Jiang Ruoxu was also an Immortal Emperor-grade artifact, but one sold for 1 billion while the other was 5 billion. The gap between them could be easily imagined.
With its size fully unleashed, the Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark was comparable to a star. Constructed entirely of Immortal Gold, it was incomparably luxurious. Just maintaining its normal operation consumed enough Spirit Stones every second to equal several years of expenses for a small sect.
After countless spatial jumps, it finally arrived before the Realm Barrier of the Nine Heavens.
The Realm Barrier of the Nine Heavens was a super Immortal Formation forged jointly by many Dao Integration stage Immortal Emperors. It had withstood hundreds of thousands of years of attacks from Evil Spirits, practically an impregnable defense. But... in front of Jiang Che's Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark, it still wasn't enough.
"Oh? Can't get in? Then let's crank up the power!"
Jiang Che tyrannically maxed out the Spirit Stone input for the Realm-Breaking Immortal Ark, pushing the energy conversion to its peak. In a single second, countless high-grade Spirit Stones evaporated, but this consumption was merely a drop in the bucket for Jiang Che.
"Creaaak..."
Slowly, a hairline fracture appeared on the Realm Barrier, and it seemed to be expanding continuously.
Actually, Jiang Che could have entered the Nine Heavens quietly. He had many ways to sneak in low-key. But... he now had a reserve of hundreds of billions of points in hand. Being low-key was no longer his style.
The moment the Realm Barrier was attacked, the Immortal Emperors who had originally constructed it sensed it almost instantly.
......
"Holy shit! What the hell is that?"
Chen Taiqing of the Destiny Association sat up abruptly, his face filled with disbelief. As a top-tier combatant in the Nine Heavens and an Immortal Emperor who had fused with the Supreme Sword Dao Origin, naturally, maintaining the Nine Heavens' Realm Barrier included his contribution.
The Nine Heavens were incredibly vast. Originally, there should have been nine Dao Integration Immortal Emperors jointly refining the Great Dao Origin to maintain the barrier. However... there were too few Dao Integration Immortals in the Nine Heavens. Aside from a few close friends appointed by the Human Emperor back then, few were willing to take on this drudgery. Originally set for nine Supreme Immortal Emperors, there were now only six.
Tragically, he alone had to maintain the Realm Barriers for four great Heavenly Domains. He was doing the work of four people by himself.
As luck would have it, the spot Jiang Che was attacking fell exactly within his jurisdiction. The Azure Heaven, Profound Heaven, Western Heaven, and Vast Heaven—these four great domains were all under his management.
He had been sleeping lately, but now that his sweet dream was disturbed, he was naturally incredibly annoyed.
"Let this High Immortal see which bastard..." Chen Taiqing pinched his fingers to divine the cause, but a drop of cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.
"Ahem, forget it, forget it. Back to sleep!"
Clearly, he had calculated something, so he laid back down and fell asleep instantly.
Having fused with the Supreme Sword Dao, there was almost no existence in the entire Nine Heavens that could thoroughly threaten his life. He didn't even fear Ji Qingyi, who created the Evil Spirit Dao. But there were exceptions to everything...
He wanted absolutely no part in anything related to the Demon Ancestor... oh no, related to Jiang Che.
...
Apart from Chen Taiqing, the other Dao Integration Immortal Emperors all sensed something to varying degrees.
Inside the Palace of the Supreme.
Taishang, dressed in plain white robes, was gently playing a jade zither. Her face looked almost as if it were carved from the same mold as Ye Mengyao, but her aura was more distant and ethereal.
Both cultivated the Dao of Indifference, but what this Taishang cultivated was the true Dao of Indifference.
As for Ye Mengyao? What kind of bullshit Indifference Dao was she cultivating? Saying "forgetting emotion is not being heartless"... that was just Jiang Che bamboozling her. In the end, it was Jiang Che adding points to her cultivation. That girl's entire cultivation journey was sponsored by Jiang Che, guaranteeing her path all the way to Immortal Emperor.
Suddenly, a note went wrong under Taishang's fingers as she played.
Taishang put down the jade zither and slowly opened her eyes. "He is here!"
She was incredibly familiar with Jiang Che's aura. After all, one of her reincarnations had already fallen into his hands. Back then, she had even left them a Taishang Token, allowing them to find her Palace of the Supreme.
However, thinking of that reincarnation, a sense of disdain involuntarily rose in Taishang's heart.
She had fully comprehended the Dao of Indifference, stepping completely into the realm of emotionlessness. She remained unpersuaded even if the whole world praised her, and undiscouraged even if the whole world condemned her. She had defined the boundaries between internal and external, and distinguished the realms of honor and disgrace. As for desire and emotion, she had severed them long ago!
Even if Ye Mengyao walked the path of heartlessness like her, it would either be a dead end or a path she had already traversed.
As a top-tier Immortal who had merged with the Origin of the Indifference Dao for millions of years, Ye Mengyao had much to learn, whereas she had nothing left to learn.
Taishang was naturally one of the six Immortal Emperors who maintained the Realm Barrier. The Human Emperor of the past had some karmic ties with her.
Taishang soon resumed plucking the strings. Like Chen Taiqing... she also had no desire to interfere with the Realm Barrier situation.
......
Above the Heavens Beyond Heaven, at the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
A woman in plain white clothes with a wine gourd tied to her waist sat cross-legged on the top of the tower, her hands resting on her knees. Her long hair was tied up... and her gaze held a touch of profundity.
In front of her, an illusory figure floated in the air, seeming both real and unreal, its gender indistinguishable.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Shangxie. After ten thousand reincarnations, the Demon Ancestor's remnant will has completely dissipated," the phantom bowed and said.
Shangxie lowered her gaze slightly, pondered for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief. A smile curled on her lips. "Yes, he is thoroughly dead. He will never come back to life."
The woman glanced at the Demon Sealing Pagoda beneath her.
Inside the tower, which stood ten thousand feet tall, the Demon Soul originally suppressed by the power of the Primordial Dao... had also completely dissipated into the world just a moment ago.
The Demon Ancestor was dead for good.
The woman stood up, grabbed her gourd, and took a hearty swig of immortal brew, stretching her body. "Master, oh Master, you truly calculated well... You plotted for a million years, scheming against both me and Qingyi. I wonder if this ending is... unwillingness or liberation for you?"
"Hahaha, it must be liberation!"
This Immortal, who had lived for an unknown number of years, smiled. Her face was identical to that of Jiang Che's master.
"Fellow Daoist Shangxie, since the Demon Ancestor has completely dissipated, what about that Jiang Che..."
The phantom asked in confusion.
"Him?" Mo Shangxie seemed to be in a good mood. "He is my good disciple now. Is there a problem?"
The phantom: "......"
He felt that the Demon-Suppressing Immortal Shangye standing before him seemed to have descended even further into madness.
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...
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
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.
