In the magma.
The Fire Python opened its eyes, looking at the hazy sky that had been shrouding overhead—it had actually cleared completely.
What the hell!
What exactly did that chattering human kid up there do!
The Fire Python was dumbfounded for a long moment, utterly stunned.
Trapped for a thousand years, and just released that easily?
Happiness came too suddenly; it felt like a dream.
Finally, the Fire Python accepted reality.
It was truly free!!
Logically, shouldn't only powerful ice spiritual power be able to destroy this seal?
What was this damn seal even for in a place like this?
An Yi wiped his sweat, took a cup, and drank some water.
If he didn't break the seal, there was simply no way to go deeper.
Then, An Yi spat out the water, his eyes widening.
A crimson giant dragon soared and danced out from the magma.
No, not a dragon!
This fiery-red, serpentine creature had only one horn, and its body lacked dragon scales.
It wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as the dragon Long Aoxue transformed into; instead, it had an ugly, terrifying feel.
A piercing shriek echoed!
The boiling magma surged and splashed as the Fire Python writhed, completely submerging An Yi.
At the critical moment.
An Yi frowned slightly and swiftly performed the Air Control Technique, erecting a wall of air that blocked the sky-full of magma.
A Level Five Demonic Beast!
An Yi narrowed his eyes, looking at the massive Fire Python in the sky.
This was his first time seeing a Level Five demonic beast in this world.
Level Five demonic beasts were no simple matter.
They had already broken through this world's power limits.
Not just in this world, even in the Ancient Continent, they were calamity beasts capable of stirring up massive waves.
"Young man, was it you who freed me?"
The Fire Python hovered in the sky, looking at An Yi, its ancient voice carrying a hint of arrogance.
An Yi waved his hand, dispersing the air wall, and said leisurely, "By pure chance. No need for thanks or anything. If you have any family assets, just hand some over."
"Hahaha, you released me from the seal. Gratitude is still necessary."
The Fire Python let out a chilling laugh, its fiery eyes fixed greedily on An Yi. "How about I eat you instead?"
After speaking, the Fire Python could no longer conceal its overwhelming killing intent! Its savage nature was fully exposed.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Hey, hey, hey! Are you serious? I just saved you. Repaying kindness with enmity?"
"So what if I am? Weak human! Becoming an offering for me, the Fire Python, is your greatest honor."
The Fire Python looked down from above, sneering at An Yi.
An Yi swung his arm. The black ring transformed into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, gripped in his hand.
He looked up at the Fire Python, revealing a sinister smile. "In that case, don't blame me for being impolite."
Within python-type demonic beasts, besides the spirit core, there was another good thing—the Dragon Pearl!
The Dragon Pearl of a Level Five Fire Python was excellent fire spiritual material!
Since the Fire Python repaid kindness with enmity, he might as well kill it and extract the pearl!
He hadn't had good intentions anyway.
"Arrogant!"
The Fire Python scoffed, spewing flames.
A long line of fire shot out, rushing toward An Yi. The crimson-red blaze possessed terrifyingly high temperatures.
An Yi, holding the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, swung horizontally! A black crescent-shaped sword arc slashed forth!
The sword arc cleaved through the flames, the two canceling each other out in mid-air.
The Fire Python was slightly surprised, finally taking this insect before it seriously.
It seemed this wasn't just a simple Peak Void Realm practitioner!
But it still felt no fear. A thousand years ago, it had already broken this world's limits, becoming a Level Five demonic beast.
Human martial artists at the Void Force realm were no different from ants in its eyes.
As for An Yi, he was merely a stronger ant.
After its flames were split, the Fire Python dove down, its dragon tail lashing out fiercely!
Boom!
The ground where An Yi had been standing shattered. Large chunks of rock tumbled into the magma and were swallowed.
"He dodged it?"
The Fire Python's eyes finally turned serious.
That kid wasn't as simple as just Peak Void Realm!
"Looking where?!"
A clear, bright voice sounded from above the Fire Python's head.
The Fire Python looked up.
An Yi, holding the heavy sword, descended from the sky, surrounded by flames like a falling meteor.
Boom!
The Fire Python's head was struck!
Its massive body crashed to the ground, shattering the rock.
An Yi used Flame Step to leap into the air, performed a backflip to land, and sheathed the heavy sword.
Although he had hit the Fire Python, his expression remained grave.
That Dragonfall attack hadn't caused it much harm!
"Hah, is that all you've got?"
The Fire Python lifted its head from the ground, shaking off the gravel.
There wasn't even a scratch on its head—its defense was terrifying.
An Yi shook his numbed hand. "Hard-headed indeed."
The Fire Python charged.
Its claw swiped toward An Yi's head.
An Yi activated Flame Step! Instantly appearing behind the Fire Python.
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword became wreathed in purple lightning!
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Fourth Form: Thunderbolt!
Just as An Yi launched his attack, the Fire Python's tail struck from the side, hitting An Yi squarely!
Boom!
The moment An Yi was hit, it felt like being struck by a moving train.
His ribs fractured, bones shifted, and his body shot toward the magma like a cannonball.
Damn it!
An Yi watched the magma getting closer and closer, about to plunge right in.
At that moment, a silver light flashed!
A silver dragon appeared, blocking An Yi's path and catching him, using its own body to forcibly dissipate the force.
Whoa, that was close!
An Yi hugged the silver dragon, his soul nearly scared out of him.
It was true he possessed the Immortal Warrior Body, but if his entire body fell into the magma, he definitely wouldn't survive!
"Long Niu, thanks!" An Yi said gratefully.
"Five spirit cores!"
Long Aoxue, carrying An Yi, soared upward and stated.
An Yi was furious. What time was this to be asking for spirit cores?
"Four!"
An Yi roared, looking unwilling as he bargained.
Long Aoxue said coolly, "Five!"
Just as the two were about to fly up to the rock surface.
Suddenly, an ugly head emerged from above the rocks, spewing a mouthful of flames directly at them!
At the critical moment, Long Aoxue threw An Yi, who was on her back, away.
She herself had no time to dodge. Hit by the flames, her body was engulfed in fire.
"Ah!"
Long Aoxue screamed in pain, thudding as she crashed to the ground!
"Long Niu!!"
An Yi looked at the silver dragon, its body burned and smoking, his eyes turning ice-cold!
"Hahaha, interesting, interesting! It's actually a dragon!"
The Fire Python hovered in the air, looking at the silver dragon with a hint of mockery. "With strength like this, what does pure bloodline matter?! Still trampled underfoot by a mixed-blood python like me!"
"You killed her!"
An Yi was extremely angry, his arm trembling, veins bulging.
A layer of blood-red tinged his dark eyes.
His silver hair floated wildly!
Fueled by rage, An Yi seemed to stride forth from hell, carrying overwhelming killing intent.
Long Aoxue struggled to lift her head. "I'm not dead."
An Yi: "..."
Don't ruin the mood!!
"Oh, getting stronger!"
The Fire Python said mockingly, though a trace of wariness flickered in its eyes.
The aura emanating from this kid before him had increased by at least double!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
