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!"
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
