The Netherfrost Divine Realm camp.
Black mist enveloped the area.
As the voice of the Heavenly Dao faded,
the sky suddenly split open with a dark rift,
as if torn apart by some invisible colossal claw. A torrent of black mist poured down, instantly swallowing most of the camp.
"ROAR—!"
The roars of savage beasts echoed incessantly. Once-docile spirit beasts now had crimson eyes, bared fangs, and were frantically assaulting the camp's outer defensive formations.
"Qin Luo! What the hell is going on?!"
Su Muwan grabbed Qin Luo's arm, her ice-blue eyes flickering with panic.
She might have been lazing around these past few days, but she wasn’t stupid!
This sudden catastrophe was anything but normal!!
Qin Luo frowned, scanning their surroundings.
Within the black mist, countless twisted figures flickered in and out of sight.
Aside from the savage beasts…
there were also… Abominations!!
What’s happening?
Why are Abominations appearing here?
And in such large numbers?
Could it be that these Abominations were always part of this world?
Only now awakened?
Qin Luo began piecing together his thoughts.
"The Heavenly Dao has altered the rules…"
He muttered under his breath, "Battlefield convergence, Abomination invasion—it seems someone triggered a taboo."
"A taboo?"
Su Muwan blinked in confusion.
"Mn. Like… releasing something that shouldn’t exist."
Qin Luo narrowed his eyes, recalling that hoarse voice in his mind—
[My King… protect the tribe… Won’t you… come see me…]
Snapping back to reality, he grabbed Su Muwan’s hand. "No time to overthink, young mistress. We fight our way out first!"
"Fight?"
Su Muwan tilted her head. "Didn’t you say the War of Faith isn’t about slaughter?"
"Things are different now."
Qin Luo smirked. "If we can’t figure it out, we’ll just smash through everything in our path!"
"One step at a time!"
Before his words fully faded, shadow energy surged in his palm, coalescing into a pitch-black longsword!
He deactivated the formation.
Then slashed forward with a mighty swing.
"BOOM—!"
The blade unleashed a tidal wave of shadows, instantly shredding dozens of Abominations into dissipating mist!
Qin Luo raised an eyebrow.
He’d suspected it before, but now it was confirmed—
His shadow energy seemed to naturally counter these Abominations.
Seeing this, Su Muwan snorted. "Tch, should’ve done this sooner!"
With a flick of her finger, frigid energy erupted.
The black mist within a hundred-meter radius instantly froze, shattering into icy fragments!
"Everyone, listen up!"
Qin Luo’s voice boomed across the camp. "Abandon preaching. Focus all efforts on exterminating the Abominations!"
"YES!"
A thunderous response came from 100,000 cultivators, their battle cries shaking the heavens!
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Meanwhile.
"Captain! These monsters just keep coming!"
The Red-haired Youth roared, sweeping his flaming spear to repel an oncoming Abomination.
Yet more poured from the black mist—faceless, twisted figures, their attacks spewing corrosive black ooze that burned on contact!
"Dammit… What the hell are these things?!"
"They’re not like the Abominations we’ve faced before!"
The Mechanic gritted his teeth, his energy cannon firing relentlessly, barely slowing the onslaught.
Luo Ya’s face was pale, her detection compass spinning wildly as if heralding an inescapable calamity.
"These aren’t ordinary Abominations…"
The Captain’s voice was grim. "They carry another presence…"
"Probably… linked to that skeleton."
"The skeleton?!"
The team’s pupils contracted.
They’d fought their way out from the ice sculpture’s location.
Hearing this, the Red-haired Youth turned to look—
And froze.
"Hey… guys, look behind us…"
His voice trembled. "That skeleton… Is it standing up?"
Everyone whirled around.
At the epicenter of the black mist, where the ice sculpture once stood, a colossal skeleton now rose slowly. Crimson flames flickered within its hollow eye sockets.
This is insane. What’s happening?!
The Captain’s scalp prickled, his voice shaking for the first time. "RUN!"
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The Holy Alliance forces were also under attack.
"Hold formation! Do NOT scatter!"
Tian Zixing commanded coldly, his body radiating starlight. Every flick of his finger obliterated an Abomination.
Alliance cultivators panicked—they’d never encountered such horrors.
Even Supreme Realm experts could turn to withered bones if touched by the black ooze!
"Bai Wuchen! Secure the left flank!"
"Lei Wuji! Where’s your thunder magic? Don’t tell me you can’t handle these pests!"
Tian Zixing’s voice steadied the chaotic ranks like an anchor.
But as he issued orders, his peripheral vision caught a slender figure stumbling toward them—
"H-Help me!"
Lian’s face was ghostly pale, her dress torn by the mist, revealing bloody gashes.
Three Abominations pursued her relentlessly as she staggered forward.
"Whimper… Someone, please…"
Her tearful plea was so frail it seemed she’d collapse any second.
Tian Zixing frowned. In a flash, he appeared before her and flicked his sleeve.
"BOOM!"
Starlight blades annihilated the Abominations instantly.
"B-Benefactor!"
Lian looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Thank you… You saved me again…"
Tian Zixing’s gaze was icy. "I told you to stay in the rear."
"I… I wanted to help…"
She hung her head, fingers twisting her tattered clothes. "But… I’m just… useless…"
Her whisper was so full of self-reproach and sorrow that anyone would soften.
After a pause, Tian Zixing finally said flatly, "Stay close. Don’t wander."
"Mn!"
Lian beamed through her tears.
As Tian Zixing turned back to command, she secretly patted the beast pouch at her waist, thinking:
"Pochi, hang in there. Not time yet…"
"Ugh… I know you’re starving…"
"But these monsters look disgusting anyway…"
Su Bailian rolled her eyes while surveying the horde.
Seriously, she might lack cultivation, but she’d seen worse.
These things? Not even close to that psycho big sister’s aura!
Right, Pochi?
[Woof!]
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Beyond the Myriad Battlefield…
In the Linglong Heavenly Realm.
"Your Majesty! Disaster strikes!"
A Linglong elder rushed into the throne room, clutching a shattered soul tablet.
"The Cloudveil Holy Realm… has fallen!"
"What?!"
The Linglong Empress shot to her feet, phoenix eyes wide.
Her gaze locked onto the Heavenly Dao’s golden leaderboard—Cloudveil’s faith value hadn’t just zeroed out; their name had vanished entirely.
This meant… every Chosen One of Cloudveil was dead!
"Impossible!"
Her voice shook.
Chaos spread among other realms as names on the leaderboard dimmed one after another.
As if some unspeakable horror was reaping the Chosen en masse.
"What in the world is happening?!"
"Something's gone wrong in the Great Thousand Battlefield! Quick, contact our Yizi!"
"The Yizi sent word!! They said... they said evil creatures have appeared in the battlefield!!"
"What?! Evil creatures?!"
This was unprecedented—never before had such a thing happened in the Great Thousand Battlefield!
Evil creatures... inside the arena of the Great Thousand War?!
Just as panic spread among the crowd, the Voice of the Heavenly Dao resonated once more:
["Those above the Dominator Realm may suppress their cultivation to the Dominator Realm and enter the battlefield to exterminate the abominations!!"]
["Those who choose to enter must slay the abominations—or else be trapped within that world forever!"]
The grand hall fell deathly silent.
Wait, wait—what in the world is going on?
First, the Great Thousand War merges, then evil creatures appear, and now... even those without the Mandate of Heaven can enter?!
What kind of twisted Great Thousand War is this?!
The rules keep changing—what is the meaning of this?!
But no matter what...
"Hahaha! Heaven favors me!"
The Radiant Empress trembled with exhilaration, her laughter bordering on manic.
"Su Muwan... this time, I will personally grind your bones to dust!"
With a fierce sweep of her sleeve, she barked her command:
"All Eternal Realm elders—follow me into the battlefield!!!!"
"As you will!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
