Who was that?!
The allied forces shuddered violently, their heads snapping upward—
Their pupils instantly contracted.
Above them, a dark mass of cultivators blotted out the sky like an ominous stormcloud.
Su Muwan stood mid-air, her ice-white hair cascading like snow, an icy throne crystallizing beneath her feet from the sheer force of her frigid power.
Qin Luo stood beside her, hands clasped behind his back, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
And behind them…
Were a full hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Netherfrost Divine Realm!
"Th-this many… Fate cultivators?!" Bai Wuchen's voice trembled.
"Impossible!"
"How could a mere Netherfrost Divine Realm field so many high-level cultivators?!"
Everyone was stunned.
First, they had assumed the Netherfrost Divine Realm would be annihilated due to their unfamiliarity with the rules of the Great Thousand War.
Yet, the latter had slapped them in the face, amassing hundreds of thousands of followers in just three days.
Then, they believed the Netherfrost Divine Realm would fall to the tide of abominations.
Again, the latter humiliated them, breaking past a million followers.
At that point, they hadn’t reacted too strongly—just dismissing it as luck.
In this battlefield, numbers were the key to victory.
But now…
You’re telling us… that your Netherfrost Divine Realm alone can deploy a hundred thousand Fate cultivators?!
Each one of them radiating a destiny aura at least at the level of a Chess Piece?!
If all the cultivators from the Netherfrost Divine Realm were to enter, wouldn’t they… numerically rival the combined forces of several other major worlds?!
But!
That wasn’t even the main issue!
"Numbers mean nothing!"
Linglong Sui’s pupils trembled, but she suppressed her shock and snarled, "Every single one of us here is at the peak of the Sovereign Realm! What do you have to fight us with?!"
Before her words even faded—
Whoosh!
She transformed into a streak of golden light, shooting into the sky!
"Die—!"
Hatred flared at the sight of her enemy.
Linglong had long wanted to tear Su Muwan’s face apart with her bare hands.
The oppressive aura of a peak Sovereign Realm expert erupted, golden lotuses blooming once more as a beam of annihilation blasted toward Su Muwan!
"Heh."
Qin Luo chuckled softly, flicking his sleeve—
"Roar—!"
A shadowy demonic deity materialized, its six arms crossed, directly blocking the golden lotus beam!
BOOM—!
A shockwave exploded outward, sending Linglong the Empress flying backward from the recoil.
"Gah—!!"
She vomited blood, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"What?!"
What the hell was that thing… that could withstand her full-power strike?!
This aura…
Peak Sovereign Realm?!
Where did this ant get a peak Sovereign Realm puppet from?!
Linglong was seething. Damn it, if only she hadn’t suppressed her cultivation to enter this place…
And if she hadn’t exhausted so much energy fighting that abomination’s skeleton earlier…
She could’ve wiped out all these insects single-handedly!
The others stared in shock at the retreating figure of Linglong the Empress.
What the hell?
Since when did Linglong the Empress of the Linglong Heavenly Domain, one of the Central Heaven Sacred World’s powers, become so weak?
How was she getting humiliated over and over again?!
"Arrogance! Utter arrogance!"
The Domain Lord of the Frigid Heaven Sacred Domain roared, his voice colder than millennia-old ice, "You insignificant whelps from a backwater realm dare show such disrespect to us, the lords of sacred domains?!"
"Exactly!"
Lei Zhentian of the Nine Heavens Sacred Domain, though his face was still swollen from Qin Luo’s earlier slap, forced himself to maintain his imposing demeanor. Floating at the rear, he sneered triumphantly, "Su Muwan! Your Netherfrost Divine Realm has repeatedly provoked us. If you are not punished today, what order will remain in the Great Thousand World?!"
SLAP!!
"Urk—!"
Before he could finish, Xiao Tian struck him across the face again.
The sight of this made Lei Wuji’s eyes burn crimson.
He turned his gaze toward Qin Luo… and then to Su Muwan beside him!
"Su Muwan!!" he howled.
"You venomous witch!!!"
"How dare you treat my sworn father like—"
SLAP!!
Before he could finish, Qin Luo had already teleported in front of him, backhanding him across the face, then returning to Su Muwan’s side before anyone could react.
He smirked at Lei Wuji’s swollen face. "There. Now you match your ‘sworn father.’"
!!
So fast!
The crowd stared at Qin Luo in shock.
This man seemed so mild-mannered, yet his movements were terrifyingly swift!
No wonder he was the witch’s kept man—extraordinary indeed!
Lei Wuji himself was utterly dazed.
Huh?
Did I just get slapped?!
Meanwhile, another Domain Lord spoke coldly, "Domain Lord Su, domains have their laws, families their rules."
"By disrupting the balance of the Great Thousand World like this… do you truly intend to stand against all of us?"
The others also fixed their gazes on Su Muwan, their eyes filled with hostility.
Right.
No matter how arrogant she was, she couldn’t possibly be so brainless.
She had to understand the consequences of making enemies of all of them!
"If you’re willing to cripple your limbs now, kneel in apology, and surrender your Divine Realm’s qualification…"
"We might just—"
SLAP!!
"Enough noise."
Before he could finish, Su Muwan’s icy palm struck his face, interrupting his grand speech.
Everyone: !!!
They gulped hard, their eyes wide as they stared at Su Muwan in disbelief…
Then, in the next moment—
"Heh."
Seated upon her crystalline throne, Su Muwan let out a cold laugh, her gaze filled with disdain.
"Rules? My rules are the only rules!"
She raised a finger, and a tide of frigid energy spread outward, freezing the very air into frost.
"A bunch of self-important trash like you… dare lecture me about rules?"
"You—!"
The Domain Lords were incensed.
The one who had just been slapped was practically foaming at the mouth, his fury making him wish he could tear Su Muwan apart on the spot.
"So this is your answer?!"
SLAP!
Qin Luo teleported over and struck him again.
"What if it is?" Qin Luo mocked. "Are you blind? Or deaf? Didn’t you hear what my lady said?"
Now, everyone was truly enraged.
Linglong the Empress wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes burning with fury as she watched the slapped Domain Lords.
"Enough talk! Let’s crush her together!"
"Not only do we outnumber them, but every one of us is at the peak of the Sovereign Realm, with bodies tempered to the Eternal Realm!"
"The advantage… is ours!!"
As soon as she finished—
"Agreed!"
"Kill—!"
BOOM!
Dozens of Domain Lords unleashed their auras simultaneously, the pressure of peak Sovereign Realm experts surging like a tsunami!
Behind them, hundreds of thousands of allied cultivators roared in unison, their artifacts weaving a net of destructive light as they descended upon the Netherfrost Divine Realm’s army!
"Numbers?"
Qin Luo’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Then let’s see who has more."
Dark energy swirled in his palm as the Ten Thousand Demon Banner unfurled in the wind.
"Time to feast, little devils."
At his command—
"ROAR—!"
The shadowy demonic deity spread its six arms, crimson patterns igniting across its body as a domain of yin energy exploded outward, spanning kilometers!
Domain of Ten Thousand Ghosts—UNLEASH!!!
In an instant, the heavens darkened, and howling winds of the netherworld shrieked through the battlefield.
Countless vengeful spirits materialized within the domain, their wails piercing straight into the souls of the enemy.
Those among the allied forces with weaker wills instantly clutched their heads, screaming as blood poured from their eyes and ears!
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.”
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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?”
