"This place doesn't seem very big."
An Yi said slowly after a visual estimation.
Compared to the boundless world of the Ancient Continent.
This world indeed couldn't be considered large; it was probably about the same size as the Immortal Gate's small world.
Looking around, the mountains rolled and the vegetation was lush.
At a quick glance, it didn't look any different from the secular world.
"Forget it, let's go back. We'll find time to study it later," An Yi said softly.
Hearing this, the silver dragon instantly turned into a streak of light, shuttled into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.
After the man and dragon disappeared.
Rumble!
The ground shook! A massive commotion arose, kicking up clouds of dust.
"Where the fuck is he?"
A ten-meter-tall giant came running, wielding a massive iron hammer.
Behind him were all sorts of indescribable people, each holding a weapon and wearing a fierce expression.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize.
They were not human!
Some had three eyes, some had four arms, some had crocodile tails on their backs, some had beast heads, and some were covered in dense cyan scales... It could truly be called a wild dance of demons!
"Where is that scum An Yi!"
A woman with extremely exquisite features and three fox tails behind her had a sinister look in her eyes.
"Slaughter An Yi! Avenge Brother Chi Xiao!"
"Avenge Chi Xiao!"
A group of people waved their weapons one after another, looking indignant.
"He's already run away!"
A young man with three eyes said leisurely, "That dragon, just like Elder Mo, possesses World Spiritual Power!"
"Damn it, that scum! To think he actually escaped the Profound Domain!"
The ten-meter-tall giant punched his chest, his voice booming like thunder.
This place was the Profound Domain!
The true headquarters of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
"It's a pity about Chi Xiao,"
the three-tailed demon fox said with pity.
The stronger the bloodline power of a demonic beast, the slower it upgraded.
Chi Xiao's true form was a Flaming Condor! He had already transcended the existence of ordinary demonic beasts.
But talent requires time to awaken. No matter how strong his bloodline was, he was still only a Level Four demonic beast, having not yet reached Level Five.
Who could have thought that he would suddenly die in the weak secular world.
"Then again, now that Chi Xiao has died in the secular world, it seems a seat for the Four Hall Masters has opened up!"
the three-eyed young man said indifferently.
He had always looked down on Chi Xiao. What was the use of having strong talent and bloodline!
He hadn't broken through to Level Five in fifty years. Among the Hundred Ghosts, Level Five experts were everywhere. Why should Chi Xiao be ahead of them and secure a seat in the Four Halls!
"That just shows how narrow your vision is."
The demon fox woman glanced at him contemptuously and slowly walked away.
The Four Halls? Heh, only children like to fight for such a chore!
To the side, a little demon only half a meter tall, completely green and ugly in appearance, said indifferently, "The Boss is about to break the seal. We'll soon all be able to enter the secular world."
"How much longer will it take?"
the ten-meter-tall giant asked in a muffled, booming voice.
"Soon, soon."
The little demon stroked his beard and said calmly.
Boom!
A fist bigger than his entire body smashed down!
"Fuck you! You said the same thing fifty years ago!"
...
The Secular World.
Jiangbei City.
Lin Chen leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, resting with his eyes closed.
Zhang Fan waited quietly beside him.
Neither of them were talkative, so the scene was a bit silent for a while, though not exactly awkward.
In the sky, a silver light flashed!
An Yi and a silver dragon appeared just like that, out of nowhere.
"How did it go?"
Lin Chen opened his eyes and asked curiously.
An Yi shrugged and said, "The guy is already dead. Killed by Mo Gu of the Hundred Ghosts Sect."
"Mo Gu?"
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly and asked.
In the Hundred Ghosts Sect, Mo Gu, as the head of the Eight Great Immortals, had always been a figurehead.
A while back, Mo Gu's thirty-year undercover stint in the Law Enforcement Bureau was exposed, which was a huge deal in the martial arts world.
An Yi stretched his waist and said leisurely, "It seems the Hundred Ghosts Sect wants to stir up trouble. Old Lin, gather some people. Let's wipe out their nest."
"Are you serious?"
Lin Chen asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
An Yi coughed lightly, "I was just saying that to boost morale. Don't take it so seriously."
The Hundred Ghosts Sect was definitely not simple.
The Pantheon, the Daoist League, the Law Enforcement Bureau, the Heavenly Dragon Temple, which of them wasn't a top-tier faction with profound heritage?
Even so, they all had to band together just to fight against the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
The current Asura Sect was quite powerful, but it ultimately still lacked a bit of foundation.
If they wanted to fight the Hundred Ghosts Sect head-on, they were still lacking.
According to that little toad Qing Chan, the Hundred Ghosts Sect had hundreds of demonic beasts with strength like his.
A hundred Level Five demonic beasts... just imagining it was terrifying.
"Do not let your guard down. Nie Xuan is not that easy to deal with."
An ancient voice rang out from the jade pendant on Lin Chen's chest.
Hearing this voice, Long Aoxue, who was standing beside them wishfully waiting for An Yi to pay her two Level Five spirit cores, trembled.
That was right... Back at the Immortal Gate, the voice that had always made her heart palpitate was this one!
"Who said that?"
An Yi looked at Lin Chen warily, his face filled with horror. "Are you hiding an old man in your stomach?"
Lin Chen: "..."
Suddenly, a phantom dragon shadow swirled out from the jade pendant.
At this moment, Long Tianyuan was merely a phantom shadow, and his body had shrunk considerably.
Even so, his size was still quite terrifying.
Unlike ordinary dragons, he had an exaggerated pair of black wings on his back!
"Holy shit!"
An Yi was slightly shocked.
This poker face was actually hiding a dragon on him!
"Daughter, this is our first time meeting, isn't it?"
Long Tianyuan looked at Long Aoxue, his eyes revealing a hint of paternal love.
Five thousand years had passed, and everything had changed.
The dragon race had been annihilated. He never expected that he would actually have descendants carrying on his lineage.
Long Aoxue's body cowered, not daring to make a sound.
Bloodline suppression!
Long Tianyuan was a Yinglong, the absolute apex of the dragon race, possessing an extremely strong bloodline suppression over ordinary dragons.
"Long Tianyuan from the Three Perils?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.
Clearly, he also knew a thing or two.
Long Tianyuan said mildly, "To think that five thousand years later, I would actually be classified among the Three Perils."
As the former auspicious totem beast of the human race.
To be called one of the Three Perils now was truly ironic.
Long Tianyuan didn't dwell on it. He looked at An Yi and said unhurriedly, "Although your strength is formidable, you still fall a bit short to deal with Nie Xuan. However, be careful, you will be targeted by Nie Xuan."
"Targeted? Me?"
An Yi was slightly curious.
"You and that kid next to you. The two of you possess a power that defies the laws of destiny."
Long Tianyuan explained.
Defying the laws of destiny!
In an instant, he thought of the System.
An Yi and Zhang Fan exchanged a glance.
A thought rushed into both their minds: This guy actually has a System too?
Lin Chen pondered, "Nie Xuan's goal is the two of them?"
"No, he wants to break through the barrier and be reborn!"
Long Tianyuan said slowly, his eyes full of wariness.
If that guy was really let out, what would become of this world?
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.”
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
