The last alien beast fell from the sky, crashing onto the rubble-strewn ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jun Anshi flicked her wrist, shaking the blood off her spear. The spear tip flashed with a cold light under the sun.
Her breathing was slightly hurried, not from exhaustion, but because she had been too engrossed in the battle just now.
She had integrated all her learnings from the past hundred and ten years into this fight, battling to her heart's content.
"Well done."
The voice came from the tree behind her, carrying its usual calmness.
Jun Anshi turned around and looked up.
Gu Changyuan jumped down from the tree trunk, his pace unhurried.
"Alright!"
With a smile on her face, Jun Anshi caught up with his pace.
As soon as the two returned to the island, they saw a familiar figure.
Immortal Emperor Cangwu stood beneath the parasol tree. His cyan Daoist robe fluttered gently in the breeze, and his long hair was tied up with an emerald jade hairpin, with a few strands falling over his shoulders.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the parasol leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground around him.
With his back to them and his hands clasped behind his back, he looked up at the canopy of the parasol tree, looking at who knows what.
Sensing their auras, he immediately turned to look at them.
Jun Anshi was slightly taken aback.
She hadn't seen Immortal Emperor Cangwu for a while; the last time was three months ago.
"You're back?"
Immortal Emperor Cangwu spoke, his voice as gentle as always.
The two nodded.
Immortal Emperor Cangwu gave a slight nod. His gaze moved from Jun Anshi to Gu Changyuan, and then back to Jun Anshi, as if confirming something.
Then, he took a deep breath. He inhaled deeply and slowly, as if trying to suppress all his hesitation and indecision.
"Then come with me."
He didn't say anything more and led the two flying outward from the island.
The three of them traveled north all the way, passing through the Cangwu Immortal Island, the northern wasteland, and unfamiliar airspace that Jun Anshi had never set foot in before.
The scenery below changed from verdant islands to grayish-white wastelands, and then from grayish-white wastelands to a pitch-black void.
Three hours later, Immortal Emperor Cangwu stopped.
Jun Anshi's gaze bypassed his back and landed straight ahead.
At that moment, her breath stopped for a second.
A massive spatial rift stretched across the sky.
It was simply too huge.
So huge that Jun Anshi had never seen a spatial rift like it before—over ten thousand zhang high, its width impossible to estimate visually, tearing the entire sky into two halves.
Inside the rift was a profound darkness, an absolute darkness that devoured light, devoured sound, and devoured all perception.
And surrounding the rift gathered a dense throng of cultivators.
As Jun Anshi's gaze swept across that ocean of cultivators, the shock in her heart was beyond words.
Heavenly Immortals, Golden Immortals, Immortal Lords, Immortal Kings—cultivators of various realms had converged here. Numbering in the tens of thousands, they were densely distributed in the void before the rift.
At the very front, four experts of the Immortal Emperor level stood side by side.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators waited quietly before this colossal spatial rift.
Jun Anshi's mouth was slightly agape, her eyes wide and round.
She had seen grand spectacles, scenes where Half-Immortals gathered, and conflicts involving thousands of people fighting, but the sight before her right now far exceeded her imagination.
"No wonder it felt like there were much fewer cultivators in the city recently. Turns out they all came here."
The voice came from her side, the tone so flat it was as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."
Jun Anshi turned her head and looked at Gu Changyuan beside her, her eyes full of complex emotions.
Big brother, one look at this scene and you can tell something major is about to happen.
How can you still look so relaxed?
But on second thought...
Ever since she met this person on the Cangwu Immortal Island, he had never been "uncalm."
In one hundred and ten years, she had never seen him panic, never seen him flustered, and never seen him frightened by anything.
This feeling was truly very much like her Master.
No, there it goes again.
Jun Anshi shook her head, tossing this thought out of her mind once more.
After Immortal Emperor Cangwu brought the two near the rift, he flew straight ahead.
He passed through the phalanx of Immortal Kings, passed through the phalanx of Immortal Lords, and dashed toward the position of the five Immortal Emperors at the very front.
His figure wasn't considered tall and sturdy, but when he appeared in that void, everyone's gaze converged on him.
Those five Immortal Emperors turned around at the same time, their expressions respectful.
The gazes of hundreds of thousands of cultivators fell upon that cyan figure. The void, which originally had some fragmented murmurs, fell completely silent at this moment.
Immortal Emperor Cangwu nodded slightly. His usually gentle gaze bypassed the five Immortal Emperors and looked at that massive spatial rift, which was slowly repairing itself while constantly being torn apart by new fissures.
Upon it was a faintly discernible sealing array formation.
The light of the array formation was already very weak, like a lamp about to burn out, struggling to hold on in the darkness.
His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of every cultivator present:
"Let's go."
As soon as his voice fell, Immortal Emperor Cangwu formed hand seals, and cyan light flourished around his body.
A majestic stream of immortal energy surged from his body, turning into a beam of light that shot toward the dissipating seal on the spatial rift.
The sealing array received this external force, and its light suddenly flared up.
But it only lasted for three breaths—with a crisp crack, the seal shattered.
The moment the seal dissipated, the deep blue lightning at the edges of the rift suddenly went berserk. The darkness inside the rift surged violently, and crimson light flickered more frequently and densely within the dark.
An aura of decay and stench, carrying endless killing intent, poured out of the rift and permeated the entire void, causing many cultivators with lower cultivation bases to turn pale and breathe rapidly.
Immortal Emperor Cangwu did not look back; he took the lead and charged into the rift.
The four Immortal Emperors followed closely behind. The Immortal Kings moved, and the Immortal Lords moved.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators surged toward that colossal spatial rift.
The light of immortal artifacts, the light of spells, and the light of protective barriers—various colors of light intertwined, illuminating the entrance of the rift as bright as day.
Gu Changyuan and Jun Anshi exchanged a glance, and at the same time, they charged out.
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.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
