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!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.”
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?”
