The world fell into silence, save for the howling of the sinister wind.
The terrifying might of the Shadow Court utterly crushed the pride of the Sacred Alliance's forces.
The Weeping Ghost alone suppressed the battlefield, while the Shadow Generals slaughtered all in their path.
Under the Spirit-Sealing Domain, the alliance's cultivators were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.
The Radiant Empress slumped to the ground, her once-proud Eternal Realm body now riddled with gaping wounds from the erosion of shadow energy.
Han Shuangyue knelt, tears streaming down her face.
Her elder brother, Han Tianqing, had been turned into a puppet by the Shadow Court, while Xing Wuhen, the lord of the Starry Divine Palace, had been reduced to nothing but dust.
Each of them was consumed by helplessness and despair, convinced there was no escape.
Yet... at this very moment, someone unexpectedly stepped forward.
Everyone raised their heads to gaze at the distant figure cloaked in icy-blue light, their emotions in turmoil.
A thought spread like wildfire among the alliance's cultivators.
Indeed, this person had once single-handedly held off all their lords.
So it was only natural she could endure until now.
Suddenly—
"Lord Su!"
A elder from the Blazing Heaven Sacred Domain cried out hoarsely, "Save us! You're the only one who can stand against the Shadow Court now!"
"Yes! Lord Su! We were blind before!"
"We beg you—suppress these demons!"
Pleading voices rose one after another.
Even the Radiant Empress gritted her teeth and looked up, her eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
Did she hate Su Muwan?
Absolutely.
Because of Su Muwan, her Radiant Heaven Domain had lost thirty thousand years of fortune.
Her hatred for Su Muwan ran bone-deep.
But...
Glancing around, the only one still standing with any strength left... was Su Muwan!
At this realization, the Radiant Empress finally cast aside her pride and whispered,
"Su Muwan... this empress... begs you just this once!"
As the cries for help echoed, faint golden starlight began drifting toward Su Muwan.
This was—the power of faith!
The next moment—
"Hmph."
From high above, Qin Luo—hidden behind the Weeping Ghost's mask—let out a cold laugh, his voice as harsh as the winds of the underworld. "A pack of beaten dogs, pinning their hopes on their enemy?"
He slowly raised his hand, and shadow energy surged like a tidal wave, the pressure of the Spirit-Sealing Domain intensifying once more.
"Su Muwan, do you really think you alone can turn the tide?"
The Weeping Ghost's crimson eyes gleamed behind the mask as he stared coldly at her. "No matter how strong your Frostflame power is, it cannot freeze the darkness!"
Su Muwan stood unmoving, her crystalline hair flowing without wind.
She surveyed the scene—
The once-arrogant lords of the Sacred Alliance were now in utter disarray.
The cultivators who had once clamored for her death now looked at her with desperate pleas.
A mocking smile curled at her lips. "So now you come begging?"
"Where was this humility earlier?"
Yet in the next instant, her gaze sharpened.
"Still... I accept your plea!"
As she recalled the taunts hurled at her in her past life, she glared at the Weeping Ghost and declared, "A bunch of cowards hiding in the shadows like the Shadow Court dare act so arrogantly before me?!"
With that—
BOOM!
Frostflame energy erupted violently. Su Muwan took a single step forward, and the ice around her shattered, transforming into countless floating blades.
"Today, I'll show you all—"
"What true invincibility looks like!"
"Arrogant fool!"
The Weeping Ghost sneered and swung his arm—
[Eternal Night Veil: Soul Devourer]
In an instant, countless shadowy tendrils, thick as pythons, surged toward Su Muwan, each carrying a corrosive force capable of eroding souls.
"Pathetic tricks!"
Su Muwan flicked her finger, and the Frostflame energy condensed into a towering wall of ice.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The shadow tendrils crashed against the barrier, sending ice shards flying—only for the wall to regenerate instantly.
Their clash was blindingly fast, splitting the sky in two—
One half was a devouring darkness, the other a frozen wasteland.
"Su Muwan! Your Frostflame has its limits!"
The Weeping Ghost suddenly grinned savagely and spread his arms—
[Shadow Creation: Thousand-Soul Godslayer Array]
HUMMM!
Within the domain, countless shadow creatures shrieked in unison.
Their bodies twisted and merged, forming a colossal shadow titan, ten thousand feet tall, with six arms wielding blades.
Each strike tore through the void, descending upon Su Muwan with overwhelming force.
"Not good!"
Su Muwan's pupils contracted as she unleashed the full might of her Frostflame core. A glacial Great Wall erupted from the earth.
CRASH—!
The titan's blades came down, shattering the ice.
Su Muwan coughed up blood, a thin trail dripping from her lips.
Despite her immense power, the Weeping Ghost's shadow constructs and domain suppression had pushed her to the brink.
The onlookers, who had briefly dared to hope, now watched in despair.
"Lord Su... can't hold on?!"
The alliance's cultivators turned ashen.
It made sense—Su Muwan was only at the mid-stage of the Sovereign Realm. Surviving this long was already a miracle.
Defeating this monstrous new faction was nothing short of delusional.
But then—
"Everyone!"
A clear voice suddenly rang out.
They turned to see Qin Luo (still in disguise), clutching his chest, shouting with effort, "The Shadow Court's domain suppresses individual power! But if we all lend our laws to Lord Su, we might stand a chance!"
"What?!"
"Lend our power... to Su Muwan?"
The lords exchanged uneasy glances, torn.
Yet as the shadow titan advanced, the Radiant Empress finally roared through gritted teeth, "Fine! This empress will trust you once!"
She unleashed the remnants of her shattered golden lotus, sending a pure strand of law essence toward Su Muwan.
"I'll join!"
"Count me in!"
In an instant, dozens of law energies surged like reversed galaxies, all pouring into Su Muwan.
As mentioned before—once one reached the Sovereign Realm, they could devour others' law essences to strengthen themselves!
And now, dozens of willingly offered law sources were being absorbed by Su Muwan's Frostflame core!
This... was also part of Qin Luo's plan.
HUMMMM!
"What is this...?!"
Su Muwan felt her power skyrocketing.
Her Frostflame core, after merging with the others' laws, evolved to the next stage!
Frostflame Ascension!
She looked up at the Weeping Ghost, a glint of amusement in her ice-blue eyes. "Now... it's my turn."
[Frostflame: Eternal Ice Age]
BOOM—!
Su Muwan spread her arms, and an azure halo expanded across the entire domain.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The shadow titan froze mid-motion, its body rapidly encased in ice from the feet upward.
"What?!"
Behind the mask, Qin Luo "panicked," desperately trying to resist with shadow energy—but it was too late.
BOOM!
The azure halo swept through, shattering the Eternal Night Veil like glass.
Sunlight bathed the land once more as the Shadow Generals shrieked, dissolving into black mist and fleeing.
"No—! Impossible!"
The Weeping Ghost "raged," his form flickering into nothingness.
Before vanishing, he stared fixedly at Su Muwan, his voice hoarse as he rasped, "Su Muwan... darkness will devour everything. We... will meet again!"
Whoosh!
The shadows dissolved completely, and the world returned to clarity.
The brilliance of frost! The annihilation of darkness!
Su Muwan—had done it!
The battlefield fell into silence.
The allied cultivators stood frozen, as if waking from a nightmare.
After a long pause, someone finally whispered, trembling, "Did we... win?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
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?!
【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.)
