What the—?!
What’s happening now?
The countless spectators watching the live broadcast across the myriad worlds couldn’t stay seated.
What were they seeing?
Was the scene in the light screen real?
Seventeen! Those were seventeen Sovereigns of the Holy Domains!
And just like that… they turned into shattered ice cubes?!
Huh?
Did they just get wiped out?
But—but no way!
Those half-step Overlord Realm ants were still just ants in the end. The real show was yet to come!
Exactly!
All eyes turned to the man in the light screen—
The swordsman! Duan Jiujian!!
Unlike those half-step Overlord Domain Lords, he had walked the path of swordsmanship to prove his Dao!
His combat power far surpassed that of ordinary Overlords!
So, the battle wasn’t over yet!
Back in the Holy Domain battlefield.
Duan Jiujian’s aged eyes locked onto Su Muwan with deadly focus.
To be honest.
The pressure this newly ascended Domain Lord exuded was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
It had instinctively made him draw all nine of his spirit swords at once.
That alone spoke volumes about her strength—she was at least his equal.
But!
There was one thing Duan Jiujian had over Su Muwan.
Battle experience!
He had stepped into the Overlord Realm three thousand years ago. His mastery of combat and command over primordial power far surpassed hers!
So!
Time for a test!
With that thought, he slowly spoke, "Domain Lord Su, allow this old man to teach you… the principle of humility!"
The moment his words fell—
Whoosh!
A spirit sword wreathed in emerald light shot out from behind Duan Jiujian like a dragon emerging from the abyss.
Where its blade pointed, space itself shattered inch by inch!
The first sword had been unleashed!!
This was the blade that had once annihilated countless abominations!
Across the myriad worlds, countless spectators held their breaths. Gamblers in front of the live broadcast screens spammed frantically:
[Holy shit! Duan Jiujian made his move! The first sword alone tears through space?!]
[Su Muwan’s done for! This is a swordsman who entered the Overlord Realm three millennia ago!]
[The Eastern Glory Heaven Realm will win! I bet my entire fortune on this!]
[Wait—how am I seeing your messages??]
[Damn, the myriad worlds truly are full of wonders!]
Yet, contrary to everyone’s expectations of the sword piercing straight through Su Muwan’s body—
"Is that all?"
Su Muwan’s red lips curled slightly as she raised a delicate hand, a glimmer of frost condensing at her fingertip.
Crack!
The sword light, capable of splitting stars, froze solid an inch from her finger—
Then exploded into a shower of ice crystals!
"What?!"
Duan Jiujian’s pupils contracted sharply.
This strike had been a probe, but he hadn’t held back at all.
Every ounce of its power had been unleashed!
Damn it, she really wasn’t an ordinary Overlord!
In that case…
"Second Sword! Third Sword! Fourth Sword!
"Unleash!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three more spirit swords shot forth simultaneously.
One multiplied into countless blade shadows, one summoned divine thunder from the heavens, and one condensed netherworld miasma. Three swords together shook the very fabric of the world!
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Duan Jiujian had just used three swords at once?!
Surely Su Muwan wouldn’t handle this as easily as before?
Yet.
Su Muwan merely chuckled, her toes lightly tapping the void.
[Absolute Frost: Mirror Reversal.]
Hummm—!
A crystalline ice mirror materialized before her in an instant.
BOOM!!
The collision of energies erupted.
The terrifying might of the three swords was completely blocked by the mirror—and then—
Clang!!
All three swords rebounded toward Duan Jiujian, carrying even greater killing intent!
"What?!"
Duan Jiujian’s expression hardened as he hastily gathered energy to block.
CRACK!!
"Guh—!"
All three spirit swords shattered on impact.
The backlash sent him stumbling back three steps, blood trickling from his lips.
The myriad worlds’ spectators erupted:
[What the hell?! Su Muwan just countered four swords with passive defense?!]
[Is Duan Jiujian actually going to lose? My points are on the line!]
[Don’t panic! Five swords remain! His true killing move is yet to come!]
Meanwhile, on the ground battlefield—
While the Overlord duel in the sky stunned the masses, the earth below had already become a living hell.
"Ten Thousand Demon Banner—RISE!"
Qin Luo’s black robes billowed as he unfurled the sinister banner. Instantly, howling winds of resentment filled the air as countless vengeful spirits surged forth!
"Ah! What the hell is this?!"
A cultivator from the Eastern Glory Heaven Realm barely had time to scream before the wraiths engulfed him—his flesh melting away as his soul joined the spectral tide.
Onlookers twitched at the sight.
Everyone knew one thing:
Ghost cultivators needed time to refine living souls.
The duration depended on their cultivation.
But Qin Luo?
Kill—convert—repeat.
The process was nearly instantaneous!
His Ten Thousand Demon Banner had become a perpetual slaughter engine!
Just how terrifying was this demonic cultivator?!
Qin Luo swept a glance over the cannon fodder before him, then glanced up at the isolated battle above.
A faint smirk curled his lips.
This was just the appetizer.
The real enemies were still waiting.
So until then…
With a flick of his wrist, the black banner lashed out again.
Might as well harvest these lives to fuel the banner’s power!
The banner’s wave unleashed a tsunami of wraiths.
Where they passed, allied cultivators fell in droves—only to rise again as new specters joining the slaughter.
"This is insane! He’s cheating!"
"Qin Luo’s demonic arts are broken! Every kill just adds to his army!"
"Retreat! This battle’s unwinnable!"
The allied forces crumbled into chaos as Huo Feng led the Netherfrost Holy Domain’s cultivators in a merciless advance.
A war formation of ice and fire ground forward like a meat grinder.
Huo Feng’s spear moved like a dragon, piercing a dozen cultivators in one thrust—flames erupting to reduce them to ash.
"Our Domain Lord was killed by Su Muwan!"
"Run for your lives!!"
Some Holy Domain cultivators, now leaderless, broke ranks entirely.
With their Sovereigns dead, staying meant certain doom.
"Escape? Do you really think you can?"
Qin Luo chuckled darkly, the Ten Thousand Demon Banner unfurling once more.
Skeletal hands burst from the earth, dragging fleeing soldiers into the banner’s depths.
The scene was nothing short of infernal.
Of course, even as Qin Luo mopped up the battlefield below, he kept one eye on Su Muwan’s duel above.
Ready to intervene at a moment’s notice.
High in the sky—
"Su Muwan… you are indeed formidable."
"In three thousand years, I’ve never seen a monster like you."
Duan Jiujian wiped the blood from his lips, battlelust burning in his eyes. "But let’s see if you can handle this next strike."
At this point, this was no longer about the Holy Domain War.
This was a battle for battle’s sake.
His right hand beckoned.
"Fifth Sword—Star Burial!"
The sword emerged—and the heavens split!
This blade channeled the power of the stars.
Its light poured down like a galactic river, annihilating space in its wake.
Vortexes of spatial distortion swirled as chaotic currents erupted.
Su Muwan arched a brow, flipping her palm to summon a glacial longsword.
With a single swing—
[Absolute Frost: Heaven’s Cleave]
Whoosh—!
The ice blade clashed against the stellar river.
The explosion of frost and starlight painted the sky in dazzling cerulean—
Leaving every onlooker trembling in awe.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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
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."
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?”
