Gu Changyuan flew toward the depths of the Outer Realm.
As he ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery began to change drastically.
At first, scattered vegetation could still be seen.
Grayish-brown shrubs, dark red moss, and the occasional twisted, withered tree.
But soon, even that vegetation disappeared.
In its place was a desolate expanse of scorched earth.
The ground took on an eerie purple-black hue, its surface covered in a thin layer of ash.
The air was thick with the pungent stench of sulfur. Occasional fissures scarred the earth, faintly glowing with flowing dark red light from within.
The sky grew increasingly dark.
The already dim light now vanished almost entirely.
Replacing it was a bizarre dark purple canopy, like a curtain soaked in blood, pressing heavily down from above.
The surrounding spiritual energy also began to grow violent.
No longer the relatively stable spiritual energy found near the Outer Realm City, it was now chaotic, tyrannical, and brimming with hostility.
With every breath, one could feel the killing intent hidden within this energy.
Gu Changyuan's expression remained unchanged as he continued forward.
A transparent barrier had long since condensed around him, completely isolating the violent and chaotic spiritual energy.
The energy crashed against the barrier like invisible beasts, yet it could only stir faint ripples on its surface.
Fifteen minutes later, Gu Changyuan arrived in the sky above a cliff.
Below the cliff lay a massive pool of black water.
The pool was as black as ink, thick like liquid darkness, without the slightest ripple on its surface.
The entire environment was terrifyingly quiet. There was no sound of wind, no sound of water, and no noise from any living creature—only a deathly silence.
Even though the pool appeared perfectly normal and the environment was eerily tranquil, Gu Changyuan's soul power had already spread out, allowing him to clearly perceive what lay within.
Deep at the bottom of the pool lurked a colossal behemoth. Its aura was deliberately concealed, yet it still could not hide that nauseating presence.
"Hmph."
Gu Changyuan scoffed coldly, his voice echoing through the silent world.
"You were so arrogant just a moment ago. Now you know how to hide?"
A cold sneer curled the corners of his mouth.
"It's too late."
As his words fell, Gu Changyuan abruptly raised his right hand and pointed a finger through the air at the black pool below the cliff.
The Nine Tribulations Sword Formation hovering above instantly erupted with an absolute, world-dominating coercion that immediately enveloped the entire black pool area.
Immediately after, nine ancient longswords trembled simultaneously, emitting a loud hum as nine peerlessly sharp sword lights burst forth from their blades.
Carrying the might to tear heaven and earth apart, they coalesced in midair with a resounding boom, transforming into a giant sword light that spanned the heavens.
The sword light was dazzling and bone-chillingly cold. Like a heaven-cleaving blade swung by a deity, it fiercely slashed toward the black pool below.
"Boom—!!!"
An earth-shattering explosion shook the entire cliff violently, sending crushed rocks tumbling down.
The giant sword light viciously cleaved into the black pool, instantly tearing open the calm surface. A massive column of water erupted into the sky, hundreds of feet high, piercing the clouds.
It then exploded with a bang, sending black water splashing across the sky and pouring down like a torrential rain.
The bottom of the pool was forcibly split open by the sword light, revealing a bottomless ravine. The black water churned and boiled madly, frothing with dense bubbles.
A thick, putrid stench instantly permeated the air, inducing nausea.
"Ah—!!! Ah—!!!"
A shrill, hissing shriek echoed from the bottom of the pool.
The sound was mournful and piercing, carrying endless fury and agony, vibrating so intensely that the surrounding rocks began to crack.
Amidst the splashing black water, dozens of incredibly thick black tentacles suddenly shot out from the depths.
The tentacles were covered in rough, hard black scales dripping with a viscous black fluid. They writhed and thrashed wildly, slapping against the water's surface and kicking up even more black spray.
Following closely, an absurdly massive and grotesque behemoth slowly crawled out of the boiling black water.
Gu Changyuan hovered in midair, his calm gaze landing on the strange beast. His eyes showed no fluctuation, but he carefully scrutinized this eerie monster.
It resembled an octopus, yet it was a hundred times more bizarre. The center of its torso was not made of ordinary flesh and blood.
Instead, it was an unimaginably huge eyeball. The eye was over thirty feet in diameter, with a dark red pupil covered in dense bloodshot veins, exuding a cold, greedy, and maddening malice.
The outer layer of the eyeball was tightly wrapped in coarse, tough black skin.
Surrounding this giant eye were countless, densely packed black tentacles stretching for dozens of feet, overlapping and intertwining with one another.
What was even more hair-raising was that on every single tentacle grew an eyeball slightly smaller than a fist.
These small eyes were densely packed, covering the entire lengths of the tentacles. Their pupils were also dark red. All of the eyes rolled simultaneously, and countless cold, eerie gazes locked onto Gu Changyuan in unison.
The sensation of being stared at by countless eyes would make anyone's skin crawl, sending an inexplicable chill welling up from the bottom of their heart.
Gu Changyuan's heart stirred slightly. Rather than calling it a weird octopus...
It would be better to use a term from his past life's memories on the Blue Planet to describe it—Cthulhu.
The appearance of this thing was far too similar to the twisted, bizarre, and indescribable monsters from his memory.
At the exact moment those countless gazes locked onto him, an extreme sense of nausea, dizziness, and mental corruption flooded into the depths of Gu Changyuan's mind without warning.
The feeling was as if countless bugs were gnawing at his soul, inducing a restless agitation.
"A mental attack? When did..."
Gu Changyuan was slightly taken aback, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
The protective barrier around him possessed immense defensive power; ordinary attacks could never breach it.
Yet, he hadn't expected it to fail in completely blocking this eerie mental erosion, allowing this malice to slip through the cracks.
However, the instant that discomfort appeared, a secret art within Gu Changyuan's body began to circulate automatically.
A majestic soul power swept out like a tsunami, instantly washing away the malice and mental corruption that had invaded his mind, leaving not a single trace behind.
His expression grew slightly solemn, and a hint of seriousness entered his previously indifferent eyes.
It seemed this big-eyed octopus monster was quite a bit stronger than he had anticipated, actually possessing such a bizarre method of mental attack.
Gu Changyuan focused his mind to perceive the fluctuation of the beast's aura, instantly coming to a judgment in his heart.
Its cultivation had astonishingly reached the True Immortal Realm.
Furthermore, this was not a pseudo-True Immortal suppressed by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, but a complete, pure True Immortal cultivation entirely free from any restraints.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”

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!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!