An island in the sky, shrouded in mist and clouds.
Lush greenery filled the view, with layered forests covering the land. Majestic palaces were nestled among the mountains and rivers.
Several cranes fluttered their wings, dancing slowly before alighting on the ridge of a golden hall, using their long beaks to preen their feathers. Suddenly sensing something, they spread their wings and flew away.
An old man with the hair of a crane and the face of a child, holding a horsetail whisk, walked slowly and stopped beneath a pine tree.
"Elder Xu."
Two young attendants hurriedly cupped their hands in salute.
The old man gave a slight nod and followed the two attendants towards the golden hall.
Inside the hall, it was nothing like the quiet and peaceful scene displayed outside. Instead, there was an indescribable chill.
It was as if one had entered a ghost cave.
On the ground, piles of bones lay scattered. Crows pecked at rotting flesh, their crimson eyes gleaming with ferocity.
Caw! Caw!
Seeing people enter, several crows took flight, letting out shrill cries as they swooped down to attack.
Elder Xu lightly flicked his whisk, and several crows turned into bloody pulp.
The remaining ones, frightened, scattered and flew out of the great hall.
Elder Xu looked at the gloomy, ghostly palace. Even with his power, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Deep within the palace.
A disheveled young man with a frenzied expression was crouched on the ground, incessantly carving something.
Suddenly, arrays of strange, glowing patterns appeared, flickered with light, and then dissipated.
"Failed... impossible!"
The young man gritted his teeth, red veins appearing in his eyes, his appearance growing more terrifying.
"Witch Immortal."
Elder Xu saluted and spoke respectfully.
Looking at the young man, Elder Xu's expression, though outwardly unchanged, was secretly filled with shock.
Reversing age and returning to youth... it was actually true!
It wasn't merely the restoration of a youthful appearance, but a genuine return to youth.
"Xu Kang."
The young man addressed as the Witch Immortal grinned, revealing sharp teeth, his expression taking on a strange quality: "What do you want from me?"
"That divination..." Xu Kang began softly.
Although the Witch Immortal was now mentally unstable, his mastery of divination had only grown more profound.
Twenty years ago, it was precisely his divination arts that had allowed the Immortal Palace to survive an impending catastrophe.
The Witch Immortal grinned and laughed: "It's all in chaos! The hexagrams are all in chaos!"
"What?"
Xu Kang's eyes showed a flicker of astonishment.
"According to the original hexagrams, the barrier would be broken in three years, and we would fully enter the mortal world. But now, something has gone wrong. Everything has changed."
The Witch Immortal grinned, revealing an eerie smile.
Xu Kang pondered and said slowly, "Could it be because of that girl with the Heavenly Yin spiritual vein?"
He clearly remembered that the Witch Immortal's previous divination had stated that the Heavenly Yin spiritual vein was an unpredictable variable!
A prophecy from a thousand years ago claimed the Heavenly Yin spiritual vein would be a calamity for the immortal sects. He wasn't entirely sure whether that was true or false.
But it was better to believe it exists than to dismiss it!
That girl still needed to be guarded against.
"It's not just the Heavenly Yin spiritual vein. There is another variable," the Witch Immortal said gravely.
Xu Kang quickly cupped his hands: "Witch Immortal, please instruct me."
The Witch Immortal stood up, his pupils contracting as he pondered: "Past, future... future, past!"
As he spoke, an unnatural flush appeared on the Witch Immortal's face. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a mist of blood, his entire demeanor wilting noticeably.
"Witch Immortal!"
Xu Kang hurried forward to support him, saying urgently, "I am dull-witted. Please, Witch Immortal, give clear instruction!"
"I cannot see it clearly either. There is a variable whose thread of fate has already changed."
The Witch Immortal said, his face pale.
It was as if an ethereal mist shrouded this world, making everything obscure and bewildering.
Xu Kang sighed softly and said slowly, "What about eradicating the Asura Sect..."
The Witch Immortal looked up and said coldly, "Go back and report to your master. The root of the problem lies with the Asura Sect."
"Yes!"
Xu Kang nodded, his expression turning grave. He saluted: "I shall take my leave first."
The Witch Immortal sat cross-legged on the ground, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes. He licked his lips and said faintly, "Go. And call those two boys outside the hall in on your way."
"Very well."
Xu Kang seemed to anticipate something and replied respectfully.
"Hmm..."
Shangguan Qianqian slowly opened her eyes.
What met her gaze was an unfamiliar environment.
A simple yet cozy little wooden cabin. Judging by the elegant decor, it seemed to be a young woman's boudoir.
Clatter!
A bowl fell, water spilling across the floor.
A little girl of about four or five years old, seeing Shangguan Qianqian awake, showed delight on her face and immediately ran outside: "Master! The big sister is awake! The big sister is awake!"
"Hey—"
Shangguan Qianqian wanted to call out to the little girl.
But the girl had already run off happily.
"Is this... an immortal sect?"
Shangguan Qianqian held her forehead, slightly surprised, trying hard to stay clear-headed.
She was a reincarnator. Naturally, she knew what would happen to the immortal sects three years later.
Perhaps now was the chance to stop this war.
In the past, she might have been able to watch indifferently.
But now, as the deputy sect master of the Asura Sect, she couldn't just stand by and watch the Asura Sect walk into a pit of fire.
"Young lady, you're awake."
A beautiful woman who appeared to be around thirty years old swayed her figure as she walked slowly into the room.
The woman's looks could be called peerless. A cinnabar-red dot between her eyebrows, like a flame, accentuated her aloof demeanor.
A thin layer of purple veil covered her face, hinting at delicate features beneath.
Shangguan Qianqian's pupils contracted. She instantly recognized this woman. An indescribable chill assaulted her, making her shiver.
Heavenly Palace, Fairy Qinghong!
Green Oriole Pavilion.
"Bitch, let go of me!"
"Shut up!"
"Let me go!"
Protector Yang's face was icy as she escorted Tang Qingqing.
She was already in a terrible mood after the flowers she'd nurtured for a year had been stolen.
Unexpectedly, during her patrol, she had caught a suspicious woman.
Dressed in strange clothing, with a terrible temper to match. Several times, she had barely held back her fist.
"Behave!"
Protector Yang said impatiently.
This woman had some skill, but at the peak of the Transformation Realm, she was clearly no match for her.
Tang Qingqing gritted her teeth, her eyes darting as she thought of a way to escape.
Just arriving in this strange world and getting captured was not good!
She still couldn't figure out why she was the only one who had come here.
Could it be because of the black pendant?
"Are you a spy from the Hundred Ghosts Sect?" Protector Yang asked sternly.
"Hundred Ghosts Sect?"
Tang Qingqing was slightly surprised. Did this world have a Hundred Ghosts Sect too?
"No, sister. I just accidentally wandered in here. I didn't know this place was off-limits. Can you make an exception and let me go?" Tang Qingqing asked, putting on a pitiful expression.
Protector Yang said coldly, "No. We'll investigate your background first."
"Hmph." A glint flashed in Tang Qingqing's eyes.
"Sister-in-law? What are you doing here!"
At that moment, An Yi, who had just stepped out, saw this scene and couldn't help showing surprise.
Why was Tang Qingqing here?!
"An Yi!"
Tang Qingqing saw An Yi and immediately broke into a smile.
If An Yi was here, did that mean she would see Bai Xiu soon!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
