That night.
In the palace of the Netherfrost Divine Realm.
"Huh?"
"Luo Luo, what did you just say? You want to skyrocket your power in just three days? How is that even possible?"
Su Muwan tilted her head, staring at Qin Luo beside her, her bewildered eyes filled with even more bewilderment.
How on earth are you supposed to boost your strength in three days?
Do you really think I’m the heavens’ favorite daughter or something?
She shook her head vigorously. "Qin Luo! What kind of person do you take me for? I’m not some protagonist from a Feng Aotian novel!"
"Everything we’ve achieved so far has been through my talent and hard work! I’ve never relied on cheats, okay?"
Qin Luo chuckled softly. "Don’t panic, Young Miss. We still have other methods."
"Have you forgotten?"
"We’ve got this thing."
With that, Qin Luo brought out their old friend—the Fate Dream Cauldron.
Aside from being used for dream cultivation to enhance strength, this bronze cauldron also doubled as Su Muwan’s little flowerpot.
Now, it even had fresh flowers planted in it.
He placed it in front of Su Muwan, then grinned at her.
Three days later, numerous factions would gather, and to fend off unforeseeable dangers, Su Muwan’s strength was absolutely crucial.
But time was far too tight.
To rapidly boost her power, the only option was to use the bronze cauldron—to send Su Muwan back to an earlier era, where she could continuously devour the laws of those people and strengthen herself.
Though, admittedly, no one knew what kind of consequences this might bring.
After all... a real dream could lead to unexpected developments.
Hearing this, Su Muwan was about to protest—how could a dignified Martial Arts Supreme like her always rely on protagonist-like cheat devices to level up?
But... then again...
"Ahem..."
Su Muwan cleared her throat and obediently looked at Qin Luo. "It’s doable, but... we still need to make some preparations first."
"Preparations?"
"Mhm, preparations before entering the dream."
A short while later.
Inside the floating island palace, the lights gradually dimmed.
In their place, candlelight flickered to life, illuminating two busy figures.
"Luo Luo, how about these gloves?"
Su Muwan peeked out from the wardrobe, holding up a pair of pure white lace gloves, her eyes sparkling.
Qin Luo glanced up and smiled. "They’re fine, but..."
He shook the black stockings he’d just pulled out and raised an eyebrow. "I think these would be more fitting."
Su Muwan’s cheeks flushed as she huffed. "Pervert!"
But she still took them, muttering under her breath, "Whatever... it’s all for the sake of getting stronger..."
"Don’t you dare misunderstand anything, you measly Qin Luo."
Qin Luo laughed, ruffling her hair before nodding solemnly. "Young Miss, this is serious cultivation. After all, entering the dream requires our frequencies to synchronize."
"I know already!"
Su Muwan pouted, shoving the stockings and gloves into Qin Luo’s arms. "Hurry up and get ready! This young lady doesn’t want to waste any time!"
Qin Luo nodded, and the two quickly gathered everything needed for the dream—gloves, stockings, incense, and even a freshly baked box of cookies and a bag of chips.
"Wait, we can’t even bring food in there."
"But heightened emotions help deepen the dream immersion... Maybe having chips will put you in a better mood?"
As he arranged everything, Qin Luo explained, "Our goal this time is to absorb laws."
"While those from Dominator-level experts and above would be ideal, even Supreme-level laws are better than nothing. Every bit helps."
"When we’re there, don’t overthink it. If you encounter someone you can suppress, just devour their laws outright—it’s not like they won’t reincarnate anyway."
"If you run into someone you can’t handle, I’ll back you up. We’ll smack them into a stun-lock and whittle them down."
Su Muwan sat cross-legged on the bed, swinging her legs. "Qin Luo, aren’t you being a bit extreme? Feels like I’m playing the villain again."
"I won’t comment."
"?"
Under Su Muwan’s exasperated gaze, Qin Luo moved the Fate Dream Cauldron to the bedside. The water inside rippled, reflecting their faces.
"Where did this tub of water come from??"
"It was for the flowers earlier. I just took them out."
"Oh."
"Ready?"
"Mhm!"
Su Muwan nodded firmly and took Qin Luo’s hand.
Her face reddened. "Here I go."
Qin Luo also swallowed hard, declaring righteously, "Young Miss, before we begin, I must emphasize—I have no ulterior motives! This is purely for cultivation!"
Su Muwan nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah! This young lady isn’t thinking anything inappropriate either!"
The dream began.
......
An immeasurable amount of time later.
In a place resembling a celestial paradise—
Mist curled through the air, and cranes danced gracefully.
Su Muwan opened her eyes to find herself standing on a white jade bridge.
Beneath her feet, clouds churned like an ocean, while in the distance, palaces towered under radiant halos of light.
"Where... is this?"
Did the dream work?
She looked down at herself.
A snow-white immortal gown fluttered around her, and at her waist hung a translucent jade pendant inscribed with the words: [Immortal Venerable Su].
"Immortal Venerable... me?"
Su Muwan’s lips twitched. The dream really went all out with her identity.
"Young Miss."
A familiar voice sounded beside her.
She turned to see Qin Luo clad in black robes, his collar slightly open, his long hair loosely tied back.
With his striking features and a faint air of wickedness, he looked every bit the Demon Sovereign.
"Pfft!"
Su Muwan couldn’t hold back her laughter. "Luo Luo, this look... is kinda hot?"
Qin Luo sighed. "Young Miss, isn’t your focus a little off?"
He glanced at his own attire, then at Su Muwan’s immortal gown, musing, "Immortal and demon, opposing forces? This dream’s setting is interesting."
"Immortal versus demon... Oh! Maybe this is the timeline before the Great Immortal-Demon War?"
Su Muwan tilted her head. "So, are we enemies now?"
"Theoretically, yes."
Qin Luo smirked, pinching her cheek. "But we can play however we want."
"Don’t forget our goal—just find people and start devouring."
"Start with a cauldron, power up by eating."
Before Su Muwan could respond—
"Su—Su Muwan?! Y-You... how could you collude with a demon?!"
A shrill female voice rang out behind them.
They turned to see a woman in emerald immortal robes pointing at them in exaggerated "shock," followed by several other "outraged" Immortal Venerables.
"Disaster! Immortal Venerable Su has been bewitched by the Demon Sovereign!"
"Seize them at once!"
Su Muwan: "..."
Qin Luo: "..."
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.
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?”
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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."
