The world fell silent, the battlefield deathly still.
What?
What's happening?
The cultivators of the Holy Alliance trembled, their pupils shaking violently, their throats constricted as if gripped by an invisible hand. Even breathing became difficult.
"Who… who are these people?!"
"Shadow Garden? We've never heard of such a faction!"
"Their aura… it's terrifying!"
Honestly, everyone's minds were buzzing with shock.
Weren't their enemies supposed to be the Netherfrost Divine Realm?
So what was happening now?
"Not the Netherfrost Divine Realm? Could this be a third-party force?!"
"Impossible! There has never been a precedent of a third party interfering in the Great Thousand War!"
"Wait! Don’t you remember? Some disciples from the Holy Alliance were attacked in the Western Netherworld—the attackers left behind traces pointing to Shadow Garden!!!"
"What?!"
Empress Linglong’s expression darkened as her gaze flickered between Shadow Garden and the Netherfrost Divine Realm, her heart filled with doubt.
She had initially thought these people were Su Muwan’s hidden cards, but judging by the reactions of the Netherfrost Divine Realm’s members, they seemed equally shocked.
Could she have been wrong? Was this new faction actually unrelated to the Netherfrost Divine Realm?
Thinking this, she raised her head and glared at Phantom, demanding, "What have you done to the real Han Tianqing?!"
At her words, Phantom’s poker-faced mask gleamed eerily under the moonlight. Slowly raising his hand, he replied in a hoarse, low voice:
"Oh, he’s right here."
As his voice faded—
Hum!
A figure appeared beside Phantom, also wearing a mask.
But when he removed it, everyone was stunned.
Because the man was none other than the Lord of the Frostbloom Holy Domain—Han Tianqing himself!
The Second Elder of the Frostbloom Holy Domain, Han Wujiu, was in seclusion attempting to break through to the Eternal Realm, so he wasn’t present.
But the Third Elder, Han Shuangyue, was there. Her eyes burned with grief and fury as she glared at Phantom. "You scum! What have you done to my brother?!"
Phantom glanced at her indifferently. "We’ve… given him a new life."
Everyone: !!!
All eyes fixed on the figure who looked exactly like Han Tianqing but radiated an eerie, unnatural aura.
A wave of horror surged through their hearts.
What… had they done to Han Tianqing?
Meanwhile, Qin Luo "solemnly" stepped in front of Su Muwan, his voice grave. "Young Mistress, be careful. These people are dangerous!"
Su Muwan blinked, her peripheral gaze flickering toward the "Qin Luo" beside her.
She was about to respond when she suddenly froze.
Because she realized her jade hand radar had mysteriously stopped working!
This bastard… when did he pull a switcheroo?!
Gritting her teeth internally, she played along, putting on a "wary" expression as she coldly demanded, "Stop with the theatrics! Who are you really?!"
This act dispelled most people’s suspicions.
They had initially thought these backstabbers were arranged by the Netherfrost Holy Domain.
But clearly, they weren’t.
Phantom didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped aside slightly, as if welcoming the arrival of a supreme being.
And then—
BOOM!!!
The sky tore apart!
A pitch-black spatial rift split the heavens, unleashing an endless tide of chilling energy that seemed to devour even light itself.
Thud… Thud… Thud…
Heavy footsteps echoed from within the rift, each step making the earth tremble.
Thump! Thump!
The hearts of the allied cultivators clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand. Those with weaker cultivation directly collapsed to their knees, blood streaming from their seven orifices!
"What… what kind of monster is coming out?!" Lei Wuji’s voice trembled, his lightning spear nearly slipping from his grasp.
Finally, the figure fully emerged from the rift—
Cloaked in a robe woven from purest shadow, its edges fluttering without wind.
His face was hidden behind a weeping oni mask, its tear streaks as crimson as blood, striking terror into all who saw it.
Phantom and the others knelt in midair, their voices ringing out in unison.
"All hail our King!!"
BOOM!!
The entire battlefield was thrown into chaos.
"Their King?!"
"That masked monster is their ruler?"
"Impossible… this pressure… what realm is he in?!"
Even Empress Linglong and the other domain lords paled.
Though they had suppressed their cultivation to the peak of the Sovereign Realm, their insight remained.
The weeping oni’s aura made them feel as insignificant as ants facing a heavenly tribulation!
Just what was going on?!
Among the crowd, Su Bailian "shivered" behind Tian Zixing, though inwardly, she rolled her eyes.
Seriously?
This guy was obviously Qin Luo himself!
Her love radar was going haywire—there was no way she’d be fooled!
Ugh, so this is just another scheme by those two lovebirds?!
Tian Zixing, mistaking her fear for genuine terror, silently stepped forward to shield her.
Su Bailian gave him a "grateful" look, her eyes glistening with tears like a frightened fawn.
Qin Luo—disguised as the weeping oni—swept his gaze across the battlefield before settling on the Holy Alliance.
His voice, a horrifying amalgamation of countless tormented souls, reverberated through their very souls:
"You who call yourselves lords of the Holy Domains, arbiters of life and death…"
Slowly raising his hand, his voice turned as cold as the abyss:
"Yet you fail to realize… it is time for a new era in the Great Thousand World."
With those words, the Shadow Generals behind him took a synchronized step forward—
"Today, we invite the lords of the Holy Domains—"
"To die."
Hum—!
In an instant, the world lost all color!
Space itself tore like cloth, revealing an endless void beyond.
[Eternal Night Veil]—Activate!
A two-kilometer radius of absolute darkness erupted, severing all light, sound, and spiritual perception in an instant!
The allied cultivators panicked as they realized their spiritual energy had vanished—like stones sinking into the ocean, completely untouchable!
"An anti-spiritual field?! How is this possible?!"
"My artifacts… they’re useless!"
"My techniques—I can’t use them!"
Terror gripped them all as despair finally set in.
Their power was intertwined with spiritual energy.
Without it, they were left with only their physical bodies—how could they possibly fight?
But the true horror came next.
From the darkness, countless shadow creatures surged forth like a tide—
Phantom Owls, Shadow Titans, Bone Dragons… their forms flickered between reality and void, immune to all physical attacks as they pounced on the allied cultivators!
"No… stay away!"
"Help me! Aaaah—!"
Screams filled the air.
A Supreme Realm cultivator slashed at a Phantom Owl, but his blade passed through its body as if cutting air!
The next moment, the owl’s claws pierced his chest, tearing his soul straight from his body!
"These things… they’re incorporeal?!" Bai Wuchen’s voice shook. "Physical attacks don’t work… and we can’t use spiritual energy either! We’re doomed!"
What the hell?!
No physical or magical attacks—how were they supposed to fight this?!
Empress Linglong’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as she roared, "Run!! Get out of the field’s range!!"
But the next development shattered all hope—
The weeping oni figure simply raised his hand.
BOOM—!
Squelch! Squelch!!
Dozens of Sovereign Realm experts froze mid-air, their bodies crumpling like puppets under an invisible force!
The sound of bones shattering was unmistakable, blood gushed violently from all seven orifices!
"Annihilate."
"CRACK—!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Within the domain, the relentless explosions of flesh and blood echoed endlessly!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
