Tap tap tap!
After a satisfying kiss, Su Muwan curled up on the sofa again, engrossed in her game.
Qin Luo placed some snacks on the coffee table and said, "Young Miss, I'm heading out for a bit."
"Oh, sure, go ahead. Just remember to come back early, okay?" Su Muwan waved her hand absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on the game screen. A smirk tugged at her lips as she muttered, "Hmph, the fourth stage, huh?"
"Only someone like this is worthy of being this young lady's opponent!"
"Watch closely—this young lady’s newly upgraded Undying Grasp!!!"
Qin Luo couldn't help but smile faintly.
What an adorable young lady.
Well then...
Black mist coiled around his body, and in an instant, he vanished from the spot.
Time to tend to some side business.
Gurgle...
In a desolate wilderness, thick, viscous black fog swirled as Qin Luo’s figure materialized.
He retrieved the Taixuan Pearl from his spatial storage.
This was the most crucial treasure he had obtained from the ancient ruins—the legacy of the Primordial Profound Sect.
Its purpose? To summon and manipulate the Bronze Gate.
With a mere thought, Qin Luo activated it.
In an instant, an ancient bronze gate appeared before him.
He stepped through, and the gate vanished without a trace.
Inside, Qin Luo was immediately engulfed by a torrent of spiritual energy surging into his body.
He surveyed his surroundings.
He stood at the edge of a sheer cliff.
As Qin Luo gazed into the distance, a breathtaking and surreal landscape unfolded before his eyes.
Having withdrawn his shadow energy, he could now see the true form of this space.
An endless expanse of land stretched before him, where towering ancient trees pierced the heavens, their dense canopies intertwining to blot out the sky.
Beneath his feet, the cliff face dropped vertically, as if cleaved by a divine axe, its depths lost in swirling mist.
Faint murmurs of flowing water echoed from the abyss below.
The air was thick with the rich fragrance of vegetation, interwoven with wisps of spiritual essence.
Every breath invigorated him, making the flow of spiritual energy within his body smoother than ever.
In the distance, mountain ranges undulated like slumbering dragons, their snow-capped peaks gleaming with sacred radiance under the sunlight.
Between the valleys, ethereal mist drifted, creating a dreamlike illusion.
"So this is the legendary Profound Heaven Realm..."
Qin Luo’s heart stirred, and his body shot into the sky like an arrow.
As he ascended, he closed his eyes, his perception spreading outward like a tidal wave.
In an instant, a complete mental map of the entire space formed in his mind—every mountain’s contour, every river’s path, every forest’s expanse.
He hovered in midair.
Opening his eyes, he took in the full panorama of this realm.
Back when he had lured the "Shadow Organization" into the ancient ruins, he had only made crude modifications to this place.
But now...
With the Taixuan Pearl in his possession, he felt like the creator of this world.
Every blade of grass, every flower—all were under his command.
For example...
He glanced at a distant peak.
With a flick of his finger—
Squelch!
The mountain crumpled like clay, collapsing instantly.
Then, his gaze shifted to a vast forest.
Another flick—
Squelch!
The forest vanished, leaving behind barren land.
Next, he reached out, grasping the source of a meandering stream, and dragged it toward a desolate patch of earth.
A miraculous sight unfolded.
The once-fixed stream extended under his will, its crystalline waters rushing across the barren ground.
Wherever the water touched, the parched earth stirred with life, moistening and reviving.
In the blink of an eye, tender green shoots sprouted, rapidly spreading.
Within moments, the wasteland had transformed into a vibrant field of lush greenery.
Colorful butterflies flitted among the blossoms.
Qin Luo watched with fascination. "New life emerges so quickly..."
This place was far more intricate than he had imagined.
His attention then turned to a secluded valley.
With a sweeping motion of his hands, countless boulders flew from all directions, assembling themselves into a grand palace.
The walls, constructed from massive stone blocks, shimmered with iridescent hues under the sunlight, resembling an ethereal celestial abode.
Qin Luo approached the palace and laid a hand on its gates, envisioning the interior layout.
Instantly, the space within shifted.
The hall’s floor was paved with pristine white jade, while luminous pearls embedded in the walls illuminated the space like daylight.
At the center, a towering spiritual crystal pillar rose from the ground, radiating dense spiritual energy that powered the entire palace.
Around the hall, Qin Luo fashioned numerous chambers—some as cultivation rooms, others as grand libraries.
Not stopping there, he also layered the palace with intricate defensive formations.
These arrays intertwined, forming an impenetrable barrier around the structure.
Should any intruder dare approach, the formations would activate without fail.
After completing all this, Qin Luo stood before the palace, feeling as though something was still missing.
So he stomped his foot.
Boom!
The palace instantly sank into the ground.
As it descended,
the earth seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, the once-solid soil rapidly deforming and reshaping.
Moments later,
only a massive tunnel entrance remained in front of Qin Luo.
He smiled in satisfaction. "Done."
Just now, he had constructed an underground labyrinth—its passages intricate and sprawling like a colossal spider's web.
There were a hundred floors in total,
each with its own traps, and even monsters or treasures.
Well,
the traps were real.
The monsters and treasures? Not yet.
After all, Qin Luo hadn't placed them.
The palace lay at the very bottom.
His purpose for doing this was simple.
He and Su Muwan currently commanded two major factions:
First: The Emperor's Foundation.
Second: The newly revealed "Shadow Organization," meant to operate in the darkness.
The Emperor's Foundation was Su Muwan's public face of "justice."
The Shadow Organization, however, represented "absolute evil."
To help Su Muwan cleanse her reputation—or rather, to free her from the influence of her villainous aura—
Qin Luo could only think of two solutions.
One was to use the luck of other protagonists to purify Su Muwan's villainous fate.
The other was to overturn her negative image, which might also aid her.
Most importantly,
Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Figures shrouded in black mist emerged and gathered behind him.
Who knew if more troublesome enemies would appear later?
Strengthening their own hand early was absolutely crucial.
Continuously expanding their forces was the best choice, whether for the young mistress or for himself.
"So then..."
Qin Luo turned to the shadow-transformed members standing behind him.
There was Little Demon, once Shangguan Chuxue's master, now transformed by Qin Luo.
There was Ning Duanlang, a T1 reincarnator.
Then Xiong Ha, the malevolent spirit from the royal cruise ship.
And those who had besieged Su Muwan only to be instantly defeated—Huimin, Master Zhang, the Blood Blade Demon Slayer, and Li Xuanfeng.
Lastly...
the newly shadow-transformed T1 supporting character... Lin Yu.
Qin Luo looked at them all and chuckled. "From now on, your identities will be members of the Shadow Organization."
"This palace at the bottom will serve as your base."
"Yes!"
Qin Luo gave a slight nod.
Good.
Now it was time to properly consolidate all the forces they could.
He hadn't forgotten his "Path to Kingship" mission.
Subjugating the 108 cities of the Eastern Kingdom.
So far, he had only taken control of two—Jiang City and Cherry Blossom City.
He needed to pick up the pace.
......
Meanwhile,
within the realm of fate,
a silver-haired woman with hair reaching her waist frowned slightly.
She took a bite of the candied hawthorn in her hand and murmured, "Strange... Ever since I saw that odd twist in my fate last time,"
"this system has been unusually active..."
"Tasks that hadn't appeared in centuries—now, two at once?"
[The Supreme Fate System has detected an existence beyond the control of fate!]
[Host is to locate and eliminate this anomaly!]
[Reward: Hourglass of Fate]
[The Supreme Fate System has detected that the fate of the Chosen One, "Mu He," is about to be damaged!]
[Host is to protect "Mu He" in advance and prevent the distortion of his fate line!]
[Reward: None]
An existence beyond fate's control?
A distorted fate line?
The woman raised an eyebrow, biting down on the last candied hawthorn before
her figure flickered and vanished from the spot.
Heh.
Interesting.
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
