The pillar of light from Jun Mukong was a profound silver.
Around the pillar, the void was frantically twisting and tearing apart.
Pitch-black spatial rifts spread out like spiderwebs, revealing the chaotic nothingness within.
These rifts constantly appeared and healed, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at this heaven and earth.
The pillar of light from Jun Anshi, on the other hand, was transparent.
Around her pillar, time seemed to freeze.
The falling leaves, the dust kicked up by the shockwaves, the birds flying by—all of them were suspended in mid-air, completely motionless.
Within the pillar of light, faint phantoms of flowing years could be seen, as if one could glimpse fragments of the past and the future.
The commotion caused by the two of them was simply too massive.
So massive that across the ten peaks of the Heaven and Earth Holy Land, all the disciples stopped what they were doing and looked up towards the direction of Tianyuan Mountain!
The disciples who had been cultivating were jolted awake by the terrifying fluctuations.
Those who were sparring stopped simultaneously, turning their gazes to the pillars of light piercing into the clouds.
Those handling chores stood frozen in place, staring at the awe-inspiring scene, speechless for a long time.
Gu Changyuan slowly propped himself up, resting his feet casually on the armrest of his lounge chair, his right arm resting on his thigh, supporting his head with his right hand.
He looked at the two pillars of light in the sky with great interest, a flash of understanding passing through his eyes.
Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, his brow twitched slightly, and a wisp of his divine sense instantly probed into his storage space.
Inside the storage space, endless mountain ranges of resources rolled on and on.
Gu Changyuan's divine sense swept through quickly, finally finding an abandoned spiritual plant in an inconspicuous corner.
A single spiritual plant.
The spiritual plant was about the size of a palm, entirely light purple, with leaves as thin as cicada wings, faintly emitting a seven-colored halo.
This was something he had obtained by chance in the Ruins of Disorder, named the Twin Fortune Lotus.
This thing had a heaven-defying effect—it could instantly increase the spiritual energy concentration in an area and summon brief auras of the Great Dao to aid the cultivation of cultivators within that area.
But it had an extremely harsh condition: it had to absorb origin awakening spiritual energy.
And this kind of spiritual energy would only appear when a top-tier physique awakened.
Moreover, it required two compatible strands of origin awakening spiritual energy to exist simultaneously.
After all, there were countless spiritual plants that could increase spiritual energy, so there was no need to obsess over this highly demanding Spacetime Symbiotic Grass.
Although its effects were top-notch, piling up a large number of ordinary spiritual plants could achieve or even surpass its effects, so Gu Changyuan had not paid much attention to this item.
Time and space.
They appeared to be two independent attributes, seemingly unrelated.
But this was not the case.
Time and space were fundamentally two sides of the same coin; they complemented each other and neither could exist without the other.
Their origin spiritual energies were a perfect match, exactly meeting the activation conditions for the Spacetime Symbiotic Grass.
Therefore, the spiritual energy contained in these two pillars of light had a high probability of meeting the requirements of this item.
With a thought from Gu Changyuan, a stream of spiritual power wrapped around the Twin Fortune Lotus.
Then, he gently tossed it toward the very top of the two pillars of light.
The Twin Fortune Lotus slowly flew high into the sky, flying higher and higher, finally reaching the highest heavens where the two pillars of light intersected.
Suspended between the two rays of light, it began to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.
The origin awakening spiritual energy contained in the two pillars of light surged continuously into the small lotus pedestal like two mighty rivers.
The lotus pedestal grew brighter and brighter.
Finally, it reached a critical point.
Boom!!!
The Twin Fortune Lotus instantly exploded.
An incredibly powerful ripple of spiritual energy rippled out madly in all directions with it at the center.
In an instant, it covered the entire Heaven and Earth Holy Land.
Then, boundless spiritual energy poured down from the highest heavens.
The spiritual energy was so dense that it almost condensed into a liquid.
It fell from the sky, sprinkling across every inch of land in the holy land!
The spectacular nature of the scene was enough to rival the two pillars of light.
Within the holy land, countless disciples looked up, their eyes filled with awe as they watched the almost liquid spiritual energy descending from the heavens.
Is this... a spiritual rain?!
No! This isn't an ordinary spiritual rain! This is the sweet dew of the Great Dao!
Heavens! I've cultivated for decades and have never seen such a sight!
Some sharp-witted disciples reacted immediately, sitting cross-legged right away, operating their cultivation mantras, and beginning to frantically absorb the spiritual energy falling from the sky.
Seeing this, the rest of the disciples quickly followed suit.
Soon, across the entire holy land, tens of thousands of disciples were sitting cross-legged in unison, entering a state of cultivation!
On Tianyuan Mountain, in the back mountains.
Gu Changyuan watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
And high up in the heavens, the two most quintessential drops of liquid slowly fell under the guidance of his divine sense.
They landed precisely on the glabella of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, instantly melting into their bodies.
The bodies of the two shuddered simultaneously, and the auras around them skyrocketed once again.
An hour later.
The two pillars of light slowly dissipated.
But the cultivation of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi did not stop.
The disciples across the entire holy land also did not stop.
A night quietly slipped away in cultivation.
The second day.
The morning sunlight spilled over the spiritual pool in the back mountain.
Jun Anshi's eyes were the first to flutter slightly.
A few crystal-clear drops of spiritual liquid still clung to her long eyelashes, refracting seven-colored light in the sun.
She slowly opened her eyes.
In that instant, her pupils were purple-gold.
That purple-gold was profound and dazzling; just a single glance made one feel as if they were being sucked into the endless river of time.
But soon, the purple-gold faded, returning to a normal black.
Jun Anshi blinked, feeling the power within her body that was completely different from yesterday, and a smile slowly curled on her lips.
The space trembled slightly, as if responding to her will.
Is this... the power of the Chrono Dao Physique?
Her voice was very light, yet it carried a trace of irrepressible joy.
Nearby, Jun Mukong also opened his eyes.
His pupils also displayed an anomaly the moment he opened them.
It was a profound silver-gray, as if harboring an endless void.
As his eyes opened, space could faintly be seen twisting and folding within his gaze.
A few breaths later, the silver-gray slowly faded away.
Jun Mukong took a deep breath, feeling the surging spatial power within his body, and a smile similarly appeared on his lips.
After the two completed their awakening, their entire temperaments underwent an earth-shaking transformation:
Jun Mukong shed his previous immaturity, gaining a bit more steadiness and domineering aura, with a faint spatial coercion lingering around him.
Jun Anshi remained agile and vivid, but gained a bit more gentleness and profundity, possessing an elegant and refined temperament.
Their cultivation realms stepped directly into the Nascent Soul stage in one stride. Along with the increase in their cultivation bases, their appearances also underwent slight changes.
Their originally outstanding looks were now even more handsome and breathtaking.

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”