"It was you who destroyed the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group!"
Lin Chen's voice trembled as he spoke, his usually calm demeanor now overwhelmed by uncontrollable emotion.
Gray short hair, a silver ring.
This was the man who had ordered the massacre of the entire Wolf Fang Mercenary Group!
Familiar faces—Junzi, Old Fatty, and the others—flashed before his eyes one by one.
Lin Chen's eyes turned bloodshot, boiling with killing intent.
"They were all innocent people. From the very beginning, my target was only you."
Mikhael stared at Lin Chen, who was shaking with rage, and spoke leisurely.
He was already beyond saving, but he didn’t mind planting a seed of torment in Lin Chen’s heart, ensuring he would suffer for the rest of his life.
Blood trickled from Mikhael’s lips as a cruel grin twisted his face. "Lin Chen, you're the one who—"
Suddenly, a streak of black light flashed.
A combat dagger pierced straight through Mikhael’s throat.
Mikhael gurgled, struggling to utter incoherent words before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Ding! Triggered—[Silent Kill]!
The system’s voice echoed in An Yi’s mind.
Mikhael, the Lord of Heaven, slain!
"You—"
Lin Chen turned to An Yi.
An Yi grinned faintly. "Sorry, but after fighting so hard, I wasn’t about to let you take the kill."
Lin Chen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He glanced at the fallen figures around them and asked grimly, "How are they?"
As he spoke, his gaze landed on Lin Lan, and his heart sank. An indescribable panic surged within him.
He could sense it—Lin Lan’s life force was fading.
---
Daxia, Yunzhou.
A young man stood silently, gripping a crimson longsword.
The icy wind howled, lifting the hem of his coat.
His overwhelming aura suppressed everyone present, freezing them in place.
"Warrior Long Aoyun, must you oppose the Ghost Carving Sect?"
A middle-aged man coughed up blood as he spoke defiantly.
Of the four guardians of the Ghost Carving Sect, two had already been wounded in a single exchange.
They were all peak Void Realm martial artists, yet even their combined strength was no match for Long Aoyun.
"Bring Nie Chengwen out. I’ll speak to him directly."
Long Aoyun’s voice was calm, his crimson blade shimmering with white light.
The guardians exchanged uneasy glances.
They had been on their way to reinforce Heaven’s assassins, only to be intercepted by Long Aoyun alone.
"Stand down. You’re no match for him."
A figure emerged from behind them—Nie Chengwen himself.
"Boss!"
The members of Ghost Carving bowed in reverence.
Long Aoyun’s relaxed expression turned grave as he tightened his grip on his sword.
"It’s been a while, Aoyun."
Nie Chengwen smiled faintly. "The last time we met was three hundred years ago, wasn’t it?"
"I’m not here to reminisce."
Long Aoyun’s tone was icy. "Stay out of Heaven’s affairs."
Nie Chengwen chuckled. "I doubt you’ll stop me. You must know that An Yi’s Asura Gate threatens your Divine Pantheon."
"Don’t try to provoke me."
Long Aoyun pointed his blade at Nie Chengwen and sneered. "My only task is to stop you."
---
Heaven’s Headquarters.
Gunfire and the clashing of weapons filled the air, punctuated by explosions.
"Report! The Asura Gate has infiltrated the island!"
Inside the base, panicked assassins relayed the news.
On the surveillance screens—
A lanky young man wielding a massive black axe cleaved through the gates.
Behind him, a blood-soaked muscular man with a broadsword and a red-haired youth brandishing a spear charged in.
A sea of fighters followed—all organizations the Asura Gate had absorbed in Gangzhou.
16K, Rose Hall, Righteous Gate, Black Bamboo… Among them were several Void Realm experts, once-renowned underworld legends.
Eremiel’s beautiful face twisted with fury. "Hold the line! Everyone, hold the line!"
But her eyes were fixed on one woman in the footage.
Clad in sleek combat gear, her raven-black hair tied in a ponytail, her natural beauty outshone any makeup.
Eremiel recognized her—Shangguan Qianqian, the pop diva dominating Daxia’s music scene.
Is she the mastermind behind this assault?
"Report!"
A terrified assassin rushed in. "The Elephant Corps has attacked our rear!"
"The Elephant Corps?!"
Eremiel’s composure shattered.
The Asura Gate’s thousand-strong force was manageable, but the Elephant Corps was a global powerhouse.
Sandwiched between them, Heaven stood no chance.
And there was still no word from Raphael’s frontline team.
"Stay calm!"
Eremiel barked at her panicking subordinates before demanding, "Where is Lord Shaliel?"
The master strategist—Heaven’s true backbone.
A killer stammered, "Boss… Lord Shaliel… he fled!"
"Fled?!"
"Damn it!"
Eremiel collapsed into her chair, drained of all strength.
What could she do now?
---
A secluded cove on the island.
A modest, unremarkable ship lay anchored by the shore.
Moonlight flickered over the waves crashing against the rocks.
A golden-haired man approached, eyeing the vessel with suspicion.
Heaven is finished. Staying means death—no way I’m going down with them.
"You really think you can escape?"
A figure stepped out from the ship, his glasses glinting under the moon.
"Who are you?!"
Shaliel’s ever-smiling eyes finally darkened with murderous intent.
"Asura Gate—Chen Bing."
The man adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "I’ve been waiting for you."
"One question—how did you find this place?"
Shaliel’s voice was deceptively light.
This escape route was his best-kept secret. No one else should have known.
"I’ll pass."
Chen Bing flicked an almost invisible silver thread between his fingers.
In a past July cycle, he had once infiltrated Heaven, spending over three years as an SS-ranked assassin.
Those years had made him intimately familiar with Heaven’s terrain—including this hidden cove of Shaliel’s.
That discovery had abruptly ended his cycle, plunging him back into the wheel of rebirth.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
