Who the hell are you?
An Yi's expression turned stern, the black ring on his finger transforming into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword, which he gripped in his hand. "Stop playing these ghostly tricks, or I'll cut you down!"
From within the dark void.
The figure of an old man with an immortal and dignified bearing slowly walked out.
This old man's body was semi-transparent, actually in a state of mere soul.
An Yi was shocked. A soul entity!
Having lived for twenty years, this was the first time he had encountered such an eerie existence.
"One thousand years... I have finally waited for you."
The illusory old man stared at him with cold eyes and said softly, "This old one is the Golden Light Immortal!"
Although not a physical entity, the old man exuded an indescribable murderous aura!
Golden Light Immortal?
An Yi vaguely had some impression. Remembering, his eyes became filled with killing intent. "You old bastard, so you're the one who prophesied that the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein would be a calamity for the immortal sects?"
He remembered clearly. Back at the Bai family, Bai Xiu's grandmother had told him.
A thousand years ago in the immortal sects, an old thing named Golden Light said the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein was inauspicious and would bring disaster.
"The Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein is not the calamity; you are!"
The Golden Light Immortal said leisurely, his gaze towards An Yi sharp and icy.
He had founded the Heavenly Palace.
Although it had faced many twists and turns, over the millennia, the Heavenly Palace had ultimately stabilized.
Using prophecy arts, the Golden Light Immortal knew that the current Heavenly Palace was facing an unprecedented crisis.
And the intrusion of An Yi and the others would ultimately end the era of Heavenly Palace's rule over the immortal sects!
These invaders were blatant demons!
An Yi raised an eyebrow. He was the calamity?
Interesting. "Old bastard, then what's the point of setting up this lousy formation?"
An Yi surveyed his surroundings, unhurried and perfectly at ease.
"To trap you here until you die!"
The phantom of the Golden Light Immortal curled into a cold smile.
This formation was not as simple as a surface-level Spirit Gathering Array.
An Yi looked at him in surprise. "All this time, you just wanted to trap me? Are you serious?"
The Golden Light Immortal revealed a mocking smile. "This old man sacrificed a hundred years of lifespan to establish this grand formation here, all to imprison you, this demon, forever in this place until your death."
"Hah, a hundred-plus years of lifespan. Then you really died unjustly!" An Yi said with a curl of his lip.
The Golden Light Immortal sneered, saying softly, "Stubborn to the end. Let's see how long you can hold out. The two of us have plenty of time to waste here from now on."
"You can prophesy, right? Then guess, did I eventually get out or not?" An Yi asked with a smile, legs crossed.
The Golden Light Immortal fell silent.
He couldn't calculate it.
Various intricate factors made the future direction of this world unpredictable and treacherous!
The original prediction was that with the opening of the mortal realm, the Heavenly Palace would march into a new world!
However, the next time he tried to deduce, he found that the previously deduced result was actually a false world! A closed loop!
Everything returned to the beginning.
Unwilling to accept this, the Golden Light Immortal decided to deduce once more, but the Heavenly Yin Spirit Vein suddenly appeared...
After many twists and turns, the Golden Light Immortal's hundred years of lifespan were utterly exhausted.
But regardless of which result, that fellow named An Yi was the key to the problem.
Therefore, the Golden Light Immortal did not hesitate to use his final hundred years of lifespan as the price to establish this formation.
Originally capable of living over three hundred years, he ended up passing away early, just a little over a hundred.
At the moment of his passing, he suppressed a wisp of his soul here!
An Yi grinned. "So? You started scheming against me a thousand years ago. In the end, did I get out or not?"
The Golden Light Immortal's phantom looked at him. "With me here, I will never allow you to go out and bring calamity upon the common people!"
This formation was the Nightfall Grand Formation he had established at the cost of a hundred years of lifespan.
With An Yi's current strength, there was absolutely no possibility of escape.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three sharp gusts of wind swept past!
Steel needles passed through the Golden Light Immortal's body, leaving not a trace.
Sure enough, physical attacks couldn't hit a soul entity.
An Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the boundless darkness, frowning slightly. "Something's off. Your formation can't possibly be powered just by your remnant soul, right?"
The Golden Light Immortal's expression changed slightly, seemingly not expecting this vicious fellow to also understand formations.
"You guessed correctly. I sacrificed ten thousand barbarians from outside to fuel the operation of this formation, all to wait for you to walk right into the trap!"
The Golden Light Immortal said leisurely, his body still maintaining that ethereal, immortal demeanor.
An Yi's eyes suddenly turned ice-cold. He spoke word by word, his voice heavy. "It was you... who killed the Ghost Hand tribe outside!"
"Merely the lives of some wild barbarians! What do they matter compared to the lives of all under heaven!"
The Golden Light Immortal still wore his sanctimonious expression, speaking unhurriedly.
In his eyes, whether the Heavenly Palace could continue its legacy a thousand years later was the most important thing.
By now, An Yi had slowly stood up, his gaze turning frigid.
He had originally thought this was an old man who sacrificed himself for the sake of all under heaven, and had felt a bit of reverence in his heart.
To think! He was actually a callous and inhuman old beast!
"The lives of the Heavenly Palace are noble, while others' lives are as cheap as weeds, is that it?!"
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword in An Yi's hand emitted a strange light.
"Hypocritical dog! You deserve to die!"
The Golden Light Immortal said coldly, "They are merely a bunch of ants."
A fierce sword aura swept forth!
The Golden Light Immortal did not dodge or evade.
The sword aura passed right through his body.
"You cannot harm me!"
The Golden Light Immortal watched the sword aura disappear, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Just stay trapped here obediently."
"Oh, is that so?"
The corners of An Yi's mouth curled into a hint of coldness. He lightly tapped with the Dragon Fang Demon Sword in his hand, causing space to ripple.
"Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Seventh Form: Earth Domain!"
The entire space seemed to freeze.
The Golden Light Immortal, looking at his own immobilized body, finally felt unease replace his calm expression. "Wh-what is this?"
An Yi walked over slowly, sword in hand. "As long as you exist in this place, you cannot escape. The same goes for souls."
The Golden Light Immortal narrowed his eyes. "I am in soul form. You can do nothing to me!"
"Oh? Really!"
An Yi grinned, revealing sharp teeth.
"Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, First Form: Parting Sorrow!"
He swung his sword!
A narrow, dark, almost tangible crescent moon sword light shot out swiftly!
Sslash!
Under the impact of the Parting Sorrow blade, the Golden Light Immortal's soul body suddenly shattered.
"If you kill me, you will never leave this place!" Golden Light screamed, finally dispersing into nothingness.
"Chatterbox!"
The Dragon Fang Demon Sword in An Yi's hand transformed back into a ring, which he put on his finger.
He looked at the endless darkness, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He spread his hands and activated his max-level lock-picking skill.
"Break for me!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
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."
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.
