The Grandmaster was already down to a wisp of soul; this way, he can be considered liberated.
The Witch Immortal said slowly.
On her youthful face, there was neither joy nor sorrow, as if she had already seen through the worldly affairs.
The Golden Light Immortal was the Witch Immortal's grandmaster.
And the Witch Immortal's mastery of divination and prophecy was the pinnacle of that legacy.
Right, I'm just someone who can't bear to see suffering in the world. An old man's remnant soul, guarding for a thousand years is quite the ordeal. I just happened to grant him liberation.
An Yi said with a smile, shamelessly.
After many twists and turns, he finally inquired about the Witch Immortal's dwelling place.
I heard this guy is also Murong Qinghong's simp.
For Murong Qinghong, he hasn't taken a wife or concubine for over forty years.
He usually doesn't indulge in self-gratification either.
Therefore, with a single-minded focus, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to his specialty. His divination arts could be said to be unparalleled, unprecedented and never to be surpassed!
I'm not here for anything else.
An Yi cleared his throat and said: I want to...
Divination!
The Witch Immortal said leisurely: I already know your purpose for coming.
A slight curve lifted the corner of An Yi's mouth as he said solemnly: Once the matter is accomplished, I, An, will surely offer substantial thanks.
The Witch Immortal raised an eyebrow and said indifferently: If I refused, your blade would already be at my neck by now.
She had long seen through An Yi's next move.
Although this guy isn't some heinous villain, he's definitely not a good person either.
Hahaha, how could that be!
An Yi laughed it off, trying to muddle through, and slipped the Soulless Dagger back into his storage space from his sleeve.
People who can prophesy are truly extraordinary.
Long Yang, serve the tea!
The Witch Immortal said, making a gesture of invitation to An Yi.
An Yi sat down boldly, took a sip of tea, and fixed his gaze on the Witch Immortal.
The two stared at each other, maintaining a long silence.
Just say it already!
Say what?
Haven't you already prophesied it!
No.
An Yi felt he might have confused this with mind-reading. He cleared his throat and said: Witch Immortal, I want to see my career path!
Great wealth and honor, successful career, wives and concubines in abundance.
The Witch Immortal said slowly.
An Yi raised an eyebrow: I want something more specific.
The Witch Immortal said leisurely: The Ancient Continent is an obsession for you. If you let go of this obsession, your life is already legendary.
Putting down the teacup, An Yi's expression turned serious. He raised an eyebrow and said: What if... I don't let go?
The Witch Immortal, her small hands holding the cup, took a sip of tea and said gravely: A path defying heaven! It will inevitably be a storm of blood and violence!
An Yi was silent for a long time, then a smile curled on his lips: Then I want to see my fortune.
With noble help, turning peril into safety, you can venture anywhere between heaven and earth. The Witch Immortal said flatly.
An Yi fell silent again, seemingly pondering something.
What about romantic relationships? An Yi asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
The Witch Immortal put down her teacup with her small hands and said indifferently: Which one are you referring to?
Mentioning this, An Yi showed a curious expression.
Actually, he also wanted to know if his harem would catch fire.
Those women wouldn't easily get along if gathered together.
From nothingness they come, to nothingness they return.
Just as An Yi was fantasizing about his decadent life of wine pools and meat forests, a sentence from the Witch Immortal shook him to the core.
An Yi stared coldly at the Witch Immortal and said in a deep voice: What do you mean?
The Witch Immortal closed her eyes and said leisurely: That you've lived until now is no accident. What a grand scheme...
Hearing this, An Yi's gaze turned grave: You...
By now, the Witch Immortal had stopped speaking.
Long Yang said solemnly: Night Emperor, my master has already passed away.
An Yi looked at the Witch Immortal's body, remained silent for a long while, and then said: Thank you.
Slowly rising, a pair of black wings unfurled from An Yi's back, and his figure vanished into the horizon like a streak of light.
Immortal Gate, Sky Net Forest.
A swirling abyssal vortex appeared, surging with spiritual energy outward.
A vast crowd of people appeared here.
An Yi, Mu Xuan, you must take care.
Mu Qingyi looked at An Yi and Shen Muxuan, her face showing reluctance.
Shen Muxuan's eyes were also red: Master, I'll come back to visit you often.
Big brother, third brother, you must not forget me!
Ning Er looked at Bai Xiu and Tu Langlang, a grown man crying his eyes out.
Gu Changfeng looked at Tu Yiyi, reluctant to part: Well, Yiyi ah...
Tu Yiyi straightened her flat chest and said: I'm not staying in the Immortal Gate, no way! If you want to follow, you can come to the Mortal Realm!
Gu Changfeng's face was full of conflict. Should he go to the Mortal Realm now, or wait until he finished handling matters in the Immortal Gate and go after some time?
He knew deeply that time waits for no one.
In another two years, Tu Yiyi would be all grown up!
Ning Er, Gu Changfeng, Hua Fengyu, and others chose to remain stationed in the Immortal Gate.
They wanted to see the Mortal Realm, but currently, matters in the Immortal Gate world were clearly more pressing.
After several months of companionship.
This farewell felt particularly solemn.
What surprised An Yi was that many of their Asura Gate members had already hooked up with girls from the Azure Luan Pavilion.
Like, for example, those two guys Xiao Yike and Kim Jung-ho!
Therefore, this trip would see quite a few people from the Immortal Gate planning to follow to the Mortal Realm.
Well, Qianqian ah...
Cheng Yuanfeng looked at Shangguan Qianqian, his face full of conflict, and whispered: This kid isn't very reliable, do you want to reconsider?
Shangguan Qianqian said calmly: I've already considered it before.
Forget it, since you've chosen your destiny, as your father, I can only bless you.
Cheng Yuanfeng smiled helplessly, grinning: Qianqian, take good care of your health, look after yourself...
The usually aloof Shangguan Qianqian now had a choked voice as she nodded gently.
The time has come.
Lin Chen, keenly sensing the changes in the world's spiritual energy, reminded everyone.
At this moment, a crack had appeared in the sky.
Asura Gate!
An Yi looked at the sky, stepped into the air, and said loudly: Set off!
Mortal Realm.
On a dark, secluded island.
The biting night wind howled, whipping up waves by the shore.
An overwhelming tide surged in, crashing against the reef, exploding into spray, then slowly receded.
The figures of two young men stood in confrontation.
One youth wore glasses, his face perpetually expressionless. Transparent threads coiled around his fingers, yet his eyes were filled with extreme vigilance.
Opposite him was a handsome man around twenty-five or twenty-six.
He held a crimson long blade, his entire being exuding an aura of soul-shaking dominance.
Knowing his identity would surely inspire awe.
This man was none other than the Great Xia War God.
The Lord of the Divine Halls, Long Aoyun!
Asura Gate, Qianji Chen Bing?
Long Aoyun scanned Chen Bing and asked coolly.
The Asura Gate had always been his focus. Having heard of Chen Bing as one of its core figures, he recognized him.
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said with a light laugh: I didn't expect the War God to know this humble one's name. It's a great honor.
No need for such formalities.
Long Aoyun held his long blade and said leisurely: Using so many tricks to lure me to this island, what exactly is your aim?
Heh, as expected, I couldn't hide it from you.
Chen Bing said calmly: I never thought, knowing there's an ambush, you'd still dare to come. Truly, great skill breeds great boldness.
Through countless cycles of July.
Over the span of a thousand years, Chen Bing understood deeply.
Long Aoyun was a hurdle the Asura Gate could never bypass, no matter what!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
