"Swish—!"
A pale blue sword light, as thin as a hair and almost transparent, shot out silently from the tip of the ice sword.
The sword light was not fast, but the moment it appeared, the temperature of the entire Ice Mist Valley plummeted to an absolute freezing point where even souls seemed to freeze.
Time and space seemed to stagnate and distort for a brief moment wherever the sword light passed.
Zhu Yun couldn't even fully form an expression of fear, let alone make any move to resist or dodge.
The sword light pierced through his body without any resistance, from head to toe.
No blood splattered, and no screams were uttered.
Zhu Yun's entire being, including his Nascent Soul and divine soul, were instantly frozen under the sword intent, then shattered into icy dust, completely annihilated from the world without leaving the slightest trace.
This was not the end.
After passing through Zhu Yun, the pale blue sword light did not dissipate. Instead, it shot straight toward the building complex of the Ice Mist Valley below.
The sword light landed silently, yet it triggered a deafening roar that shook the earth and mountains.
The ground, tougher than metal, was easily torn apart like tofu. A massive, bottomless fissure, dozens of feet wide and stretching for miles, instantly appeared in the Ice Mist Valley.
The path of the fissure perfectly aligned with the halls and pavilions where the direct descendants and trusted disciples of Zhu Yun's lineage resided.
All buildings, formations, and even the people and objects within the fissure's path followed in Zhu Yun's footsteps at the exact same time—freezing, crumbling, and turning into icy dust.
A single sword strike not only killed the chief culprit but also uprooted and exterminated his entire bloodline and foundation.
The entire Ice Mist Valley fell into a dead silence.
All the cultivators who witnessed this scene, whether they were high-ranking elders or ordinary disciples, kept quiet out of fear, chills running down their spines.
Gu Changyuan released his right hand, and the ice sword condensed from the laws of ice and snow instantly dissipated, turning back into snowflakes drifting in the sky.
He looked at Bai Ning, whose face was solemn and whose eyes hid deep horror.
"As for the compensation, arrange for someone to deliver the items to the Myriad Treasure Pavilion and hand them over."
After saying that, without casting another glance at the terrified crowd of the Ice Mist Valley, he left with Bai Ling'er and the others.
It wasn't until that suffocating pressure completely dissipated and the streaks of light vanished from the horizon that the people of the Ice Mist Valley seemed to regain their ability to breathe. Many felt their legs give way, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Matriarch Bai Ning slowly turned around, her gaze complex as she looked at the terrifying, massive icy fissure in the valley, and let out a long, heavy sigh.
Valley Master Ding Yuanming flew to the Matriarch's side. Looking at the fissure, his face was still a bit pale as he respectfully asked for instructions:
"Matriarch, how should we deal with... this fissure?"
Matriarch Bai Ning remained silent for a moment. Her voice was aged but carried an unquestionable firmness:
"Just clean up the ruins and debris. As for this fissure..."
Her gaze swept over all the disciples below who were still in shock and fear. Her voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the Ice Mist Valley like striking ice:
"There is no need to repair it!"
"Set up warning and protective restrictions around this fissure to prevent disciples from falling in. From today onward, this fissure shall remain here!"
"It will serve as the warning monument for our Ice Mist Valley! Let everyone in the valley, whether elder or disciple, regardless of their cultivation level, see it every day. Always remember the lesson of today."
"The cultivation world is vast and boundless; there is always someone stronger, and always a higher heaven! Do not bully others or act arrogantly just because of momentary selfishness or a fleeting thought of greed!
Furthermore, do not harbor any illusions that you can act recklessly just because you have the sect backing you! Zhu Yun's lineage is the perfect cautionary tale!"
Many showed expressions of shame, while even more felt a chilling awe. The gazes they directed at the fissure were filled with reverence and fear.
After Matriarch Bai Ning finished speaking, her figure flickered and disappeared from the spot, leaving only a clear voice transmission ringing in Ding Yuanming's ears:
"Yuanming, the matter of compensation concerns the survival and reputation of our Ice Mist Valley. You will personally lead a group, prepare generous gifts, and set off for the Myriad Treasure Pavilion immediately.
You must maintain a respectful attitude and hand over the compensation personally. There must not be the slightest mistake or negligence!
If anything goes wrong with this matter, you do not need to come back to see me."
Ding Yuanming's body trembled, and he hurriedly bowed deeply toward the direction where the Matriarch had disappeared:
"Your disciple obeys! I absolutely will not make any mistakes!"
......
As time passed, the scenery around Gu Changyuan began to undergo significant changes.
The originally vibrant mountains and forests gradually faded away, replaced by endless stretches of pure white snow. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast, boundless white world.
The cold wind howled, rolling up thousands of piles of snow froth, and the sky appeared exceptionally high and desolate.
Occasionally, one could see some ice-attribute demonic beasts that had adapted to the extreme cold galloping and fighting on the snowfield.
They had massive bodies, sharp claws and fangs, and emitted fierce auras, adding a touch of savagery and danger to this silent snowy domain.
Continuing deeper to the north, as they got closer to the entrance of the Outer Realm, the surrounding scenery underwent another bizarre change.
The seemingly eternal ice and snow were actually gradually diminishing, revealing large patches of exposed grayish-yellow permafrost and rocks. Vegetation was sparse, and it was a scene of utter desolation.
A chaotic and impure spiritual energy permeated the air.
Passing through this desolate land, a towering and magnificent city suddenly appeared at the end of their line of sight.
In the center of the city, a massive spatial rift stretched across the sky, with chaotic air currents churning within it.
The edges of the rift were irregular, and twisted, vibrant streams of light continuously spilled out, emitting unstable spatial fluctuations.
"Master, that rift is the entrance leading to the Outer Realm. And this city is the Outer Realm City."
Bai Ling'er pointed forward and softly introduced it to Gu Changyuan.
"There are actually two Outer Realm Cities. One is on the side of the Nine Heavens Realm, which is the one before our eyes; the other is inside the Outer Realm, separated by this spatial rift.
Each of the two cities is jointly overseen by four Half-Immortal realm experts. They were also among the very first batch of legendary figures to discover and explore the Outer Realm, obtaining tremendous fortuitous encounters from it and ultimately breaking through to the Half-Immortal realm."
The internal environment of the Outer Realm was extremely complex and perilous, with chaotic space and bizarre laws. Furthermore, there were countless exotic beasts and dangerous lands never before seen in the Nine Heavens Realm, and it might even hold remnants of ancient ruins or lost inheritances.
In contrast, the resources hidden within were astonishingly abundant. Many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, rare mineral veins, and ancient relics that had long gone extinct or were extremely rare in the Nine Heavens Realm could potentially be found in the Outer Realm.
Therefore, it attracted countless cultivators who were confident in their strength and eager for breakthroughs or wealth, willing to cross the ten-thousand-mile ice plains to risk their lives in adventure.
Those eight Half-Immortal City Lords were the ones who, after surviving near-certain death and reaping massive rewards in the Outer Realm, jointly established these two Outer Realm Cities and founded the City Lord's Estate.
They spread news of the Outer Realm to the outside world, attracting cultivators to come, while maintaining basic order and stability at the entrance.
The City Lord's Estate, on the other hand, acquired wealth and resources through managing the city, collecting various fees, and operating their own businesses.

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?!

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.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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?"