The Ancient Continent.
The Divine Realm!
Inside a magnificent sleeping chamber.
Suddenly, Di Feng jolted awake from his sleep. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he gasped heavily for air, his eyes filled with terror.
For some unknown reason, an indescribable sense of palpitation washed over him, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Golden long hair cascaded down his shoulders. On his forehead, a third eye radiated a chilling red light.
Your Highness, what is wrong?
Beside him, a completely naked Liu Meier sat up and asked softly.
Di Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice, I do not know why, but this eye of mine has been throbbing with a dull pain. It is unbearable.
Let this servant rub it for you.
Liu Meier stood up and raised her jade-like hand, but then shuddered in fear.
His originally golden pupil had actually turned crimson, and the black iris inside looked particularly terrifying.
What is it?
Di Feng asked, frowning.
When Liu Meier looked again, she found that the pupil had reverted back to gold, and she could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It is nothing, this servant just saw wrong.
Liu Meier said softly.
Di Feng pondered secretly and said, For some reason, I just cannot shake this feeling of dread.
Now, the Night Gate, the greatest threat among the Human Race, had been uprooted entirely.
The Night Emperor, An Yi, had perished in the Tower of Heaven.
Only then did the entire Divine Realm finally feel at ease.
The existence of the Night Gate was simply too terrifying!
It was hard to imagine that mere humans actually possessed power on par with the gods!
And another figure who had quietly risen to power, Ye Nantian, was personally killed by him three years ago.
The demon race of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons had not produced any true experts in thousands of years and was nothing to fear.
As for the demon race of the Abyss Demon Realm, it was highly questionable whether they could even break the barrier to return to the surface.
The sea race of the Eastern Sea was nothing but a land of barbarians!
But why did he still feel so uneasy?
Di Feng fell silent. Right now, his only concern was whether the Human Race had any Spiritualists at the Incarnation Stage.
Over these thousands of years, so much time had passed; he was just afraid that someone might have slipped through the net!
Your Highness Di Feng, you are the son of the Divine Lord, the well-deserved future ruler of the Divine Realm! Why worry about those ants?
Liu Meier said softly.
Hearing this, Di Feng looked at the glamorous woman beside him, and a smile crept onto the corners of his mouth, Haha, you are right!
Indeed, he was the chosen one of the Divine Race!
What qualifications did those ants have to be his opponents!
An Yi was not qualified! And neither was Ye Nantian!
Liu Meier smiled faintly, knowingly sat up, her pale white body leaning forward as she wrapped her arms around Di Feng's neck, her cherry lips about to kiss him.
Get lost! Do not kiss me!
...
The Ancient Continent.
It was a world where martial arts were revered above all.
Here, whether it was the local customs or the architecture and clothing, everything was vastly different from the Blue Planet.
It did not have the ancient Great Xia style of the immortal sect's small world, nor did it resemble the ancient West.
If looked at through the eyes of someone from the Blue Planet, this was undeniably an entirely different world.
Luo Zhihan stood with her hands behind her back, looking at An Yi who was holding some food, and asked with a beaming smile, An Yi, how is it? Is it good?
Not bad.
An Yi nodded as he gnawed on the food in his hand, which looked somewhat like a baked flatbread.
It had been a long time since he came back to taste the food of the Ancient Continent. Tasting it now brought back quite a bit of nostalgia.
As long as you think it is delicious. I will go buy you something to drink.
Luo Zhihan's beautiful eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, and she skipped off to buy drinks.
Hurry back.
An Yi said, finishing the food in his mouth in a few bites.
Beside him, Alai looked at An Yi in disbelief. He opened his mouth, hesitating to speak.
What do you want to say?
An Yi asked, raising an eyebrow.
Nothing. Brother Yi, you are just amazing!
Alai said with a fake smile.
He turned his head and spat on the ground!
Pah, pretty boy! A gigolo living off a woman!
Besides that face, what else do you have!?
The Auction House.
It was considered a landmark building in Luo Family Town.
Its scale was quite grand, though, of course, to someone like An Yi who had seen the bustling metropolises of the Blue Planet, it seemed a bit shabby.
The so-called prominent figures of the town inside, in his eyes, were dressed rather shabbily.
An Yi observed his surroundings with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Behind him, Luo Zhihan was holding his half-finished drink for him.
Alai hesitated to speak for the umpteenth time, eventually letting out a long sigh.
He did not even know if they had hired a bodyguard or a pampered lord!!
The people in the auction venue were also secretly pointing at An Yi and whispering among themselves.
At this time, Ye Tian also stealthily found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the auction to begin.
The auction house presented hundreds of items a day. If he was lucky, he might just find a hidden treasure.
Yo, Eldest Miss Luo, what a coincidence.
A curly-haired, effeminate man dressed in brocade clothes spoke up.
This person was the young master of the Qiu family, Qiu Bai! His family ran an iron ore business.
The Qiu family's business was on par with the Luo family's.
Over the years, there had been no shortage of commercial friction between them.
Qiu Bai!
Upon seeing Qiu Bai, Luo Zhihan clenched her delicate fists, a look of hatred flashing in her eyes.
Their family had recently suffered a great catastrophe, and the Qiu family was probably overjoyed, celebrating with lanterns and banners!
Qiu Bai smiled and mocked, I wonder if Luo...
Before he could finish his sentence.
A foot stomped heavily onto his face!
Thump!
A teeth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.
Qiu Bai's body flew backward.
Damn it, at least let me finish my line!
Qiu Bai being hit instantly shocked the entire venue.
This bodyguard actually beat up the young master of the Qiu family!
So noisy!
An Yi dug his ear and said impatiently.
There was no need to draw out aggro from this kind of small fry; slapping their face directly was enough.
Among the realms of Spiritualists.
Body Forging, Qi Refining, Spirit Gathering, Heavenly Dipper, Nirvana, and Incarnation.
A Spiritualist at the Body Forging stage, like Alai, could generally find a decent job in this world.
At the Qi Refining stage, one had already transcended the level of ordinary people and could become an honored guest of major families.
As for the Spirit Gathering stage, they were considered experts with a bit of prestige.
The Heavenly Dipper stage possessed the strength to dominate a region in a place like the Eastern Ling Empire!
Right now, as a Spiritualist at the middle stage of the Heavenly Dipper realm, An Yi walking around a place like Luo Family Town was just like strolling through a beginner's village.
Alai's face turned the color of dirt.
Stars sparkled in Luo Zhihan's eyes.
Ye Tian, however, frowned.
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
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.”
