Under the watchful eyes of everyone, An Yi, like a savior, intercepted the devastating ball of light.
At that moment, he unfurled a pair of black wings, spun around in a pose that was so cool it was outrageous, and struck a pose!
Ding! Prestige +1000!
A system notification sound rang out.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, discovering an unexpected delight, and hurriedly opened the system.
Only then did he realize that the prestige value on his system panel was going crazy.
Shangguan Qianqian +2!
Gu Changfeng +2!
Ning Er +2!
Tu Langlang +2!
Lin Chen -10!
This also caused the prestige value to instantly accumulate over a thousand, triggering the system notification!
The battle continued.
Lin Chen, out!
Bai Xiu, out!
Both had lost their ability to fight.
After being healed by his Immortal Warrior Body, An Yi was completely unscathed, looking like someone just slacking off.
Give up now.
An Yi looked at Xing Yunjun, feigning an aloof and sharp gaze, and raised the Dragon Fang Demon Sword in his hand.
Devoid of reason, Xing Yunjun's fighting relied entirely on instinct. The terrifying ball of light from earlier had almost exhausted all his spiritual power!
Now, even his stance was unsteady, but Xing Yunjun's pair of blood-red eyes still revealed a look of madness.
He struggled to stand up, then with a thud, his knees gave way and he knelt down again.
Xing Yunjun was completely exhausted, with no strength left to fight!
Seeing this, Bai Chenshan and Grandpa Hua exchanged a glance, both feeling relieved.
After consuming the Demon Dragon's Blood, one's power would increase terrifyingly.
But this came at the cost of consuming one's life.
With no one to control him, Xing Yunjun's unrestrained attacks had nearly exhausted his life force.
The tip of An Yi's sword descended, and the void seemed to grow heavy!
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Seventh Sword: Earth Domain!
Suddenly, Xing Yunjun's body was immobilized.
Roar!
Xing Yunjun roared like a beast, his eyes mad, yet no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.
He had reached his dying moments. His wild hair had turned streaked with white, hanging down in disarray.
His robust muscles also gradually began to look somewhat withered.
His tall frame actually appeared somewhat frail.
Xing Yunjun's gaze remained fixed on the distant mountain range of the Heavenly Palace.
That was the place where the spiritual veins converged!
After sealing Xing Yunjun, An Yi also let out a heavy sigh of relief, quickly deactivating his Berserk state.
He had just put on a show, pausing for a full minute, which had really cost a lot of money. There was no need to keep it active now.
An Yi drew his heavy sword, his eyes also taking on an icy blue hue. A terrifying blue light manifested on the heavy sword, its aura fierce!
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Sixth Style: Shockwave!
Slash!
An Yi swung his sword down.
Don't touch him!
At that moment, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the air.
Sensing something, Murong Qinghong rushed over frantically, raising her sword to block, attempting to withstand An Yi's attack.
Clang!
Murong Qinghong was no match. She spat out blood, and the long sword in her hand shattered and fell.
Her figure was also sent flying back, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Roar!
Sensing a threat to his life, Xing Yunjun roared madly, struggling uneasily, trying to break free from the Earth Domain restraint.
Husband, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here...
Murong Qinghong crawled on the ground, dragging her severely injured body, continuously moving closer to Xing Yunjun.
Her eyes were already blind; she couldn't see anything. She could only listen for Xing Yunjun's voice, inching closer to him bit by bit.
Hey, stop!
Seeing this, An Yi couldn't help but shout.
The duration of the Earth Domain seal had ended!
Xing Yunjun let out a sharp roar. After breaking free, driven by instinct, his hand shot out like a blade, piercing through the chest of Murong Qinghong who had drawn near!
Blood dripped down from his fingertips, plip-plop, plip-plop...
It's okay, it's alright now. Husband, don't be afraid.
Murong Qinghong said softly, the corners of her mouth lifting with difficulty as she forced herself forward to gently embrace him.
Xing Yunjun, who had fallen into terror, seemed to grow calm at this moment, slowly closing his eyes.
It's alright, it's alright...
Murong Qinghong held Xing Yunjun's body, murmuring softly, until gradually, there was no more sign of life.
The blazing flames of war were extinguished.
A gentle breeze came from the sky.
It blew across this scarred floating island, and over the two corpses nestled together...
The Heavenly Palace, this sect that had dominated the Immortal Sects for over a thousand years.
Had fallen.
Its collapse was so sudden that countless members of the Immortal Sects, upon hearing the news, were still dazed, finding it hard to believe.
It seemed just a few days ago, the Palace Master of the Heavenly Palace was still grandly arranging a marriage match.
Who could have thought that in just a few short days, everything had changed beyond recognition.
The sect that destroyed the Heavenly Palace was called the Asura Gate!
Mentioning this terrifying name, the people of the Immortal Sects began to panic again.
After all, it hadn't been long since the Asura Gate slaughtered the five great sects.
Although sects like the Heavenly Demon Sect were all cultivatior factions, this didn't change the Asura Gate's reputation among the Immortal Sects.
An Yi was still synonymous with demon, only now his notoriety, spread through gossip in the streets, had become even more terrifying.
However, what was unexpected was that after defeating the Heavenly Palace, the Asura Gate didn't make any major moves...
Outside the mountain gate, amidst green hills and clear waters, ancient trees stood lush and verdant.
Mother, I've come to see you.
Shangguan Qianqian knelt before the grave and said softly, placing some paper money into the fire basin.
On her exquisitely beautiful face were tear stains not yet dry.
After over twenty years, mother and daughter were finally reunited, only separated by life and death.
Cheng Yuanfeng's eyes held a trace of melancholy as he said quietly, "Youyun, I've found our daughter."
Twenty years, and the great vengeance was finally avenged.
But in his heart, he didn't feel much of the satisfaction of having exacted revenge.
He kept wondering, if twenty years ago, he had chosen to let go, how would things have been...
Unfortunately, there were no 'what ifs' in life.
Father, we should go back now.
Shangguan Qianqian's clear, cold voice broke Cheng Yuanfeng's reverie.
Mm.
Cheng Yuanfeng nodded slightly, looking at Shangguan Qianqian who bore some resemblance to Shangguan Youyun, a kind smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Ding! Main Quest 【Returning Home】 completed! Evil Power +100! Reward obtained... uh, that reward...
A crisp system sound rang in An Yi's mind.
An Yi listened with full anticipation for the reward, but gradually, his face went blank.
The reward!?
Did it glitch?
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Main Quest reward: 【Puppet Clone】!
An Yi's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back down.
This damn system was still unreliable as ever.
Hearing "Puppet Clone," An Yi's eyes became eager with anticipation.
A main quest reward—these were never bad.
【Puppet Clone lv1】
Function Introduction: Can control puppets.
Hmm, the familiar minimalist style.
An Yi couldn't wait to summon the puppet.
A clone!
If used in battle, splitting into two people to fight, wouldn't that be awesome!
With the summoning.
A crudely made wooden puppet was summoned out of thin air by An Yi.
An Yi took one look, his eyes widening in shock, completely dumbfounded.
The reward for a main quest??
Are you kidding me!
Even a 9.99 express-delivery doll costume was more refined than this!
A face with big eyes, a round nose, a round mouth, and a pair of protruding ears...
The most terrifying thing was, for some reason, An Yi actually felt this puppet bore a slight resemblance to himself...
Dammit! Trash!
Slandering my majestic image!
Don't think I won't send you a lawyer's letter!
An Yi was indignant!
The most crucial thing is, after destroying the Heavenly Palace, the reward is just this?!
The only thing that comforted An Yi was the reward of 100 Evil Power points!
This stuff is what's truly valuable.
An Yi looked at the system panel, hesitating whether to allocate them to his Aerokinesis skill.
After all, his Aerokinesis was only at lv3 right now.
After these recent battles, Lin Chen's flashy and versatile use of Aerokinesis had really made him envious.
But after a moment of hesitation, An Yi chose to give up on that idea.
He didn't have Lin Chen's jade pendant, which meant he lacked an inexhaustible supply of spiritual power.
Even if he maxed out his Aerokinesis skill, he couldn't unleash attacks as recklessly as that poker-faced guy.
He'd probably run out of spiritual energy in no time.
Then, An Yi's gaze fell on the Puppet Clone skill, which was only at lv1!
Should he... give it a try?
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
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.”
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?!
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!
