An Yi and Long Aoyun locked eyes.
The atmosphere of the entire Swastika Realm became eerie.
One was the God of War, Commander Long, revered by millions of citizens in Great Xia!
The other was the boss of a newly risen faction!
It seemed destined that there would be heavy friction between the two.
In just one year, the Asura Sect's power had expanded to a terrifying degree, severely disrupting the balance of the martial arts world in Great Xia.
If they continued to grow...
The Pantheon was an obstacle the Asura Sect could not bypass no matter what.
And the Pantheon would absolutely not allow the Asura Sect to keep growing unchecked.
They had to maintain their absolute leadership in Great Xia!
For a long time, the two great factions had tacitly avoided crossing paths.
But both sides knew that once friction occurred, things wouldn't be so simple.
Lin Chen reached for his Cloud-Splitting Crutch.
Blue-purple sparks of lightning flickered at Bai Xiu's fingertips.
Chen Bing pushed up his black-framed glasses.
Fang Jueming tightened the bandages around his fists.
Tu Langlang loosened his dog leash.
The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.
An Yi, however, looked relaxed and said lightly, What are you all standing around for? Go do what you need to do.
Saying this, he brushed past Long Aoyun.
Long Aoyun looked at An Yi's retreating back and raised an eyebrow slightly.
His dragon aura actually had no effect on him at all!
This kid was definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
With a great enemy before us, the Hundred Ghosts Sect is our primary target.
Master Yuanyi stepped forward, smiling to smooth things over.
Cangqiong Daoist pondered and asked doubtfully, I felt the ground trembling just now. The reinforcements from the Hundred Ghosts Sect outside...
The powerful ground tremors could be felt even within the Swastika Realm.
This was simply not something human power could achieve.
It's already over.
Long Aoyun said in a breezy, nonchalant manner.
The deputy leader of the Law Enforcement Bureau, Hu Quan, stepped forward and said earnestly, We still have to thank Commander Long for stepping in.
Good news had come from the frontlines!
All fifty thousand demonic beasts of the Hundred Ghosts Sect had been bombed to death by missiles.
The Law Enforcement Bureau's ability to mobilize those weapons had a lot to do with Long Aoyun's intervention.
The God of War of Great Xia, and also the Empire's Commander Long!
This is the credit of your Law Enforcement Bureau. The real tough battle is next, so everyone, be prepared.
Long Aoyun stepped out of the Swastika Realm, leaving everyone with an aloof and arrogant figure from behind.
Be careful of this guy!
Long Aoxue's voice suddenly rang out from the storage space.
Her voice carried a hint of wariness.
What's wrong?
An Yi asked curiously.
He's exceptionally strong. I'm a little scared.
Long Aoxue answered honestly.
This was an oppressive feeling originating from the bloodline!
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
This Long Aotian indeed had some connection to Long Aoxue!
This kid's bloodline has reverted to his ancestors!
On the other side, Long Tianyuan's aged voice came from Lin Chen's jade pendant.
Lin Chen pondered and asked, Elder Long, do you know this guy?
Long Tianyuan's voice carried a bit of teasing, but also a bit of pride, He is my grandson!
Lin Chen: ...
Observing Long Aoyun through the jade pendant, Long Tianyuan became increasingly satisfied.
Generally speaking, bloodlines would dilute over time.
However, Long Aoyun was a counterexample!
His bloodline had awakened, and even compared to himself, it was not the least bit weaker.
Atavism, this situation was extremely rare, but not impossible!
Has the Golden Sarira been found?
Master Yuanyi asked.
All the martial monks of Heavenly Dragon Temple shook their heads in unison.
We've searched Heimu's body all over, and there's no Golden Sarira.
One of the martial monks said, his brows furrowed tightly into a knot.
The Golden Sarira was the ultimate treasure of Heavenly Dragon Temple; it absolutely could not be lost!
A smile curled up at the corner of An Yi's mouth.
The person who stole the Golden Sarira was none other than him.
While everyone was fighting, he had long known that Hu Mei'er's goal was the Golden Sarira.
Therefore, he had taken out the evil ghost mask and used his invisibility skill.
With an advantage of just a few seconds ahead of Heimu, he snatched the Golden Sarira, directly stored it in his storage space, and successfully made Heimu take the blame.
He had already completed the system quest.
He gained Evil Points, received the quest reward, and even gained an extra Gold Spirit Vein in his body!
The Golden Sarira could now be returned to its rightful owner.
After all, he had stolen it, and the quest was done; putting it back shouldn't be an issue.
Ahem! The Golden Sarira...
An Yi coughed lightly and took the Golden Sarira out of his storage space.
However, right at this moment, the Golden Sarira turned into a streak of light and merged into the palm of An Yi's hand.
Following the newly formed Gold Spirit Vein, it instantly entered his body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
An Yi was dumbfounded!
This Golden Sarira actually just went inside like that.
Noticing everyone's gazes turning toward him, An Yi braced himself and continued, The Golden Sarira... is a matter of great importance! We must get to the bottom of this.
Feeling the power wandering through his meridians, An Yi was truly confused.
The Golden Sarira swirled in his meridians and had already merged into one with him.
At the same time, a massive amount of Gold spiritual energy surged in, and his strength was constantly growing.
It instantly pushed him to the peak of the Spirit Gathering stage...
However, An Yi's strength growth did not stop; it kept on increasing.
Bang!
It felt as if a shackle in his body had been broken, bringing an indescribable, subtle sensation!
An Yi flexed his fingers, feeling this long-lost sense of power.
Now, he was already at the early stage of Heavenly Dipper!
Although the operating speed of the Golden Sarira had slowed down, it was still running continuously.
Well, crap, there's absolutely no way to return this thing now.
An Yi's mouth twitched as he sighed inwardly.
He couldn't be blamed for this; it wasn't that he didn't want to return it!
Grandmaster, I suggest sealing off the Swastika Realm. The Golden Sarira must still be here!
A scruffy-bearded martial monk said in a loud voice.
Right, we must find the Golden Sarira.
The rest of the martial monks also kept clamoring.
The fact that their Heavenly Dragon Temple could have so many Void Stage experts was all thanks to the nourishment of this Golden Sarira.
It was no exaggeration to call it the number one treasure of Heavenly Dragon Temple.
Now that it was lost just like that, how could they let it go!
Seeing this situation, An Yi instantly decided it was better to keep his mouth shut.
There was no way to take the Golden Sarira out anymore.
If he confessed that it was on him, these monks would definitely burn him at the stake to get it out.
Ji Sheng, Ji Ran, let it be!
Master Yuanyi smiled and said, Abstain from anger, ignorance, and greed. Overly pursuing power will make you lose yourselves.
What Master says is right.
The bearded monk felt deeply ashamed and quickly performed a Buddhist salute.
Heavenly Dragon Temple is a place for monks to cultivate. Power and slaughter are absolutely not the intentions of Buddhism.
Master Yuanyi said slowly, with his hands behind his back.
Beside him, Ji Chen looked solemn and fell deep into thought.
Destiny rises and falls. Everything has its own predestined course in the unseen world, there is no need to force it.
As he spoke, Master Yuanyi stepped out of the Swastika Realm.
The other martial monks of Heavenly Dragon Temple followed suit.
Lin Chen put away his Cloud-Splitting Crutch, looked at An Yi beside him, and frowned slightly, Are you alright?
An Yi swallowed the blood welling up in his throat, wiped a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, and said, I'm doing great, my body is in top shape, nothing's wrong at all!
The power of this Golden Sarira was truly overbearing!
His current body actually couldn't withstand the impact of this tyrannical force.
Right now, his internal organs were left riddled with scars from the onslaught of the Gold spiritual energy.
Fortunately, thanks to his Undying Martial Physique, his injuries continuously healed, managing to keep pace with the destructive power of the Golden Relic.
But at the same time, his strength was still steadily growing...
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."
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
