Gu Changyuan saw that retreat was hopeless. All the grand protective formations above the sect had already begun to shatter layer by layer under the oppressive might of the Immortal Emperor's palm. He no longer hesitated, his hands rapidly forming incantation seals.
Countless restrictive barriers flew out and descended, enveloping the Holy Land, layering together densely, one after another.
Ye Qingxue watched her master lay down array after array to protect them. Seeing his back appear so insignificant beneath that sky-obscuring palm, she opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and trembling.
"Master!!!"
She wanted to rush out, to fly to her master's side, to fight alongside him.
But the oppressive might descending from the sky pinned her down dead, causing her spiritual energy to stagnate in her dantian, unable to circulate. It made her legs as heavy as lead.
She couldn't fly; she couldn't even move.
That sense of powerlessness twisted her heart into a knot.
Tears welled up in Bai Ling'er's eyes, sliding down her cheeks. She stared intently at Gu Changyuan's solitary figure above, her heart fiercely gripped, trembling all over from the pain.
Yue Lingxi's usually calm and tranquil expression completely shattered at this moment. Her eyes were filled with panic and worry, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
The spiritual energy around her was in chaos, yet she couldn't step forward even half a pace. She could only stare desperately at the figure above.
Not just them, all the disciples felt that same powerlessness.
Watching their master face that terrifying Immortal Emperor's palm alone, they could do absolutely nothing.
Usually, it was their master who protected them. Now that their master was pushed into a desperate situation, they didn't even have the qualifications to help.
Heavenly Demon Pavilion.
Bai Zeming sat cross-legged, his fingers gently plucking at the void as he prophesied the realm of the future.
Suddenly, his entire body shuddered violently, and he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a strong premonition arose in his heart, as if someone important was about to depart.
Tushan Youyao was handling affairs on the top floor of the Heavenly Demon Tower.
She suddenly felt a clench in her heart, her whole body turning cold.
It felt as though someone had dug something out of her chest, leaving it empty, hurting so much that she bent over.
Mo Yingluo and Mo Yingyue were meditating face-to-face in a cultivation room of the Heavenly Devil Sect.
They opened their eyes at the same time, simultaneously feeling the unease surging from the bottom of their hearts.
Demonic energy rioted within their bodies, rampaging through their meridians. Before they could even suppress it, blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
At this moment, the twenty disciples of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and the Heavenly Devil Sect all coincidentally turned their gazes to the east, toward the direction of the Celestial Human Holy Land.
Gu Changyuan took a deep breath, then let out an explosive shout.
"Nine Tribulations!"
Above the Celestial Human Holy Land, nine massive sword phantoms appeared out of thin air, standing tall between heaven and earth around him.
"Third Tribulation: God Sealing Domain!"
The third silver-white longsword lit up, and silver-white light poured down from its blade, enveloping the entire Celestial Human Holy Land.
Wherever the light passed, the space that had been frozen by the Immortal Emperor's giant palm actually showed slight loosening, though it quickly recovered.
The God Sealing Domain he laid down continuously clashed with the Immortal Emperor's suppressive force. More and more spatial rifts appeared, but they were all impassable dead ends.
"Sixth Tribulation: Burying the Heavens!"
The blade of the sixth longsword trembled, and its sword intent soared into the sky. A sword qi over a hundred feet thick erupted from the tip of the sword in Gu Changyuan's hand, shooting straight into the clouds.
Burying the Heavens, a single sword strike that could annihilate the Dao principles of myriad realms.
"Eighth Tribulation: Falling Heaven Edict!"
The eighth transparent longsword lit up. A formless, boundless Heavenly Edict composed of the Heavenly Dao's will peeled off from its blade, coalescing onto the black longsword in Gu Changyuan's hand, merging into that hundred-foot sword qi.
Using himself as a medium and the array as a foundation, he forcibly mobilized the power of the Heavenly Dao.
Gu Changyuan felt the continuous drain of spiritual energy within his body. He began to tremble slightly, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet the determination in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
He did not stop.
He knew that stopping meant death.
Not just his death, the entire Celestial Human Holy Land, all the disciples, everyone would die under this palm.
So he could not stop.
Gu Changyuan's left hand slowly raised, leveling with his right hand.
He closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his eyes were a pool of tranquility.
"Ninth Tribulation..."
His voice was not loud, but every word seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body.
"No Return Date."
The moment his words fell, all the spiritual energy in Gu Changyuan's body was emptied in an instant.
Spiritual energy, vitality, life force, all were extracted.
Those powers converged onto the black longsword, fusing with the power of the previous three tribulations.
The light on the blade turned from pitch-black to blazing red, and then from blazing red to pure white.
Around that sword qi, the space that had originally been frozen by the Immortal Emperor began to show cracks.
Not just cracks, it was shattering.
One, two, ten, a hundred.
Below, all the disciples looked at their master in the sky.
They couldn't move.
They couldn't do anything.
They could only watch, watching that man who had always been calm and omnipotent now bathed in blood, fighting with all his might, using every means at his disposal to resist that giant palm.
Gu Xing'er tilted her head up, tears blurring her vision.
Today, she broke through to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
Today was a happy day for her.
Her senior brother had praised her, her senior brothers and sisters had all come to congratulate her, the sun was shining, everyone was there, and everything was so beautiful.
And then, the person who always smiled and patted her head, calling her Xing'er, was flying in the sky covered in blood, risking his life.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.
She wanted to move, but she couldn't.
A fear she had never felt before surged in her heart. It wasn't the fear of death, but the fear of loss.
The person she was closest to in this world could completely disappear before her eyes at any moment.
Watching the massive palm slowly descend and fiercely collide with the ultimate sword qi condensed by Gu Changyuan, a deafening explosion echoed through heaven and earth.
Gu Changyuan's entire figure was enveloped in the aftermath of the sky-filling spiritual energy and sword qi explosion. His silhouette blurred, as if he would dissipate in the next second.
Tears gushed from Gu Xing'er's eyes like a fountain. Her legs gave way, and she knelt powerlessly on the ground, crying out with a heart-wrenching scream:
"Dad!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
