The formation shattered, nine venerables' blood flew in reverse, as the tribulation of all living beings ended with the dawn star's return.
Ask not who holds the cauldron in the mortal realm—when twin venerables unite, divine majesty is established.
Wait a second?! Where did this BGM come from?!
The remaining eight venerables trembled violently.
They stared in disbelief at Qin Luo and Su Muwan below.
Their pupils quaked intensely.
Two... two venerables in one faction?!
Wait, what?
Are venerables just cabbages in your household?
Breaking through so casually?
This can't even be explained by sheer luck anymore!
As beings of the Great Thousand Worlds, they knew all too well how difficult it was to reach the Venerable realm.
Even they had spent countless years to achieve it.
Not once, in all their time searching for chess pieces across minor worlds, had they encountered anyone who could break through to the Venerable realm within one!
Yet now... what was happening?
These two insignificant ants, with their pitifully low fortunes, had... broken through simultaneously?!
Especially that ice-wielder... huh?!
As the eight pondered, they suddenly noticed that the faint golden aura of fortune around Su Muwan had... completely vanished.
In its place—overwhelming malice, deathly intent, bloodlust, and a myriad of other nauseating, tangible horrors!
This aura wasn't just terrifying—it carried a despair that seeped into the bones.
A single glance at her felt like one's soul would be corroded by that deathly intent, instantly reduced to ashes.
The surrounding air distorted, as if space itself was collapsing under her presence, emitting a low, ominous hum—like the wails of countless vengeful spirits.
One of the eight staggered back, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
His heart pounded violently, as if it might burst at any moment.
Another dropped to his knees, clutching his chest, struggling to breathe—as though an invisible hand was strangling him.
Su Muwan's aura continued to surge endlessly.
The malice, deathly intent, and bloodlust coalesced into a dense black mist around her.
Within the mist, twisted faces flickered—howling, screaming, as if drowning in endless agony and resentment.
At this moment, Su Muwan had become the embodiment of death itself.
Her very existence was a curse, an inescapable calamity.
Every breath she took carried suffocating deathly intent, as if even the heavens and earth trembled before her.
Indeed, with Su Muwan's breakthrough to the Venerable realm, Qin Luo's concealment technique had faded—revealing her true fortune to all.
"What... is this?"
"How can something so horrifying exist?"
"An abomination!! This is the real abomination!"
"A world-destroying evil!"
Their pupils shrank to pinpricks, their faces twisted with uncontrollable terror as they stared at Su Muwan.
This feeling...
It reminded them of the moment their homeland's coordinates had been discovered by those monstrous entities.
Below.
Su Muwan blinked.
She glanced at her palm, where an icy-blue pattern slowly materialized—as if the laws of heaven and earth had taken physical form in her grasp.
"So this is the Venerable realm..."
She murmured softly, frost clinging to her lashes. "The Law of Extreme Cold... can freeze time itself."
"But..."
Su Muwan couldn't help but roll her eyes. You could've just said this was the power of laws!
She'd been freezing time since her past life!
So this was an ability she could only officially obtain after reaching the Venerable realm? Ridiculous.
Meanwhile, Qin Luo opened his palm, revealing a pure white law manifesting in his hand.
This was...
He closed his eyes.
[The Law of Life]
The Law of Life—endless vitality.
So that's how it is.
Another survival tool added to his arsenal.
However.
Qin Luo glanced at Su Muwan, activating his Heavenly Eye. He could clearly see her antagonist fortune had grown even thicker.
Does this kind of fortune also level up with her?
No matter. Once this was over, all the fortunes of the Chosen Ones present could be funneled into Su Muwan.
Above.
The eight venerables hovered midair, their expressions grave.
Their eyes were locked onto the icy patterns spreading beneath Su Muwan's feet—
A rare law manifestation, even in the Great Thousand Worlds!
Yet such a law... had appeared on what might be an abomination!
They couldn't let this threat escape!
"Hmph!"
One of them snorted, trying to suppress his unease. "So what if they've both reached the Venerable realm? There are only two of them! We have eight!"
"Exactly!"
Ming Ku smirked coldly, his Nine Nether Ghost Claws reforming. "Two freshly ascended Venerables, daring to act so arrogantly before us? How laughable!"
The Jade Pure Palace elder raised his sword, starlight gathering at its tip. "Ants will always be ants. Even as Venerables, their lowly nature remains unchanged!"
The eight exchanged words, trying to mask their fear with bravado.
Yet their voices carried a faint, unmistakable tremor.
Su Muwan's smile deepened.
She slowly raised her hand, a swirling orb of icy-blue light forming in her palm—as though she held the frigid essence of an entire ocean.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Her voice was light, almost playful. "Then... why don't you try?"
Before the words fully left her lips, she vanished.
In the next instant, she stood before one of the Venerables.
Splat!
A crisp sound echoed as the man was instantly frozen and shattered into countless icy fragments before he could even react.
Another soul fragment—annihilated.
Silence.
The remaining seven Venerables' pupils trembled violently as they stared at Su Muwan in disbelief.
A single absurd thought echoed in their minds:
No... this isn't a monster.
This is an abomination.
They exchanged glances.
Su Muwan stood there, examining her palm, her lips curling uncontrollably. "Huh? I just tapped him lightly... and he died?"
"!!!"
One of them finally snapped.
With a roar, he unleashed his full power, charging at Su Muwan. "You vile witch!!"
"Die—"
Splat!
Before he could finish, Su Muwan flicked her finger.
The man froze solid mid-sentence—then, without pause—
Crack!
Under the horrified gazes of the others, his body crumbled into dust.
Su Muwan blew on her fingertip and rolled her eyes.
Seriously?
Are you all mentally ill or something?
First it's "poisonous witch," then "demoness," now "vile witch"—did you all rehearse this together?!
But...
Hehehe...
Her lips curled into a grin she couldn't suppress. "Ah, the good old days are back."
The era of boring one-shot victories had returned.
Qin Luo chuckled softly. "As expected of the young miss. Invincible within the same realm, with cross-realm slaughter as her passive skill."
Mmm... Hahaha... Kekekeke!!!
Su Muwan listened, her expression shifting from a faint smile to one of smug satisfaction, then finally erupting into unrestrained laughter.
She sneered at the six remaining figures in the sky, her voice dripping with malice: "Old fools, you’re next in line for death!"
!!!
"This can’t be real!!"
The other six trembled with rage, their eyes wide in disbelief—none of them had even seen Su Muwan’s movements clearly.
With just two casual strikes, she had taken down two of their Supreme Masters?
Even if they were mere soul fragments—this was no small matter!
The damage from their destruction would still be inflicted upon their true bodies in full force!
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
