"Boom—!"
In the chaotic turbulence of space, an ancient void gate covered in intricate array formations was forcefully smashed open.
Shen Fei's figure plummeted from midair.
"Bang."
His feet slammed heavily onto the iron-hard black rock layer. The powerful recoil instantly covered the ground within a ten-meter radius with cracked, spiderweb-like fissures.
Shen Fei did not move.
He maintained his landing posture, his eyes closed.
The surrounding air was permeated with a rich, almost liquid energy.
It was spiritual energy.
The concentration was at least a hundred times greater than that in the folded space of the Mortal Realm's Taiyi Dao Sect.
However.
Shen Fei took a deep breath.
That dense spiritual energy seemed to be completely blocked out by an invisible, intangible layer of frosted glass.
He could smell it.
But he couldn't absorb it.
Even the originally vast, ocean-like Half-Step Golden Core stage Heavenly Demonic spiritual power within his body now felt like a trapped beast bound by heavy shackles.
The feeling was like taking gas that filled an entire room and brutally, forcefully cramming it into a tiny water cup.
Stifling.
Heavy.
Ding!
In his mind, the system's cold and mechanical prompt sounded:
Detected that the host has entered a high-dimensional cultivation plane: the border of Huangzhou in the Upper Realm.
Warning! Detected powerful high-dimensional law suppression from the Upper Realm!
Because the host is an "illegal stowaway" and carries the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, which is antagonized by the Heavenly Dao.
The host's current cultivation base has been forcefully compressed by high-dimensional laws to: Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage!
Heavenly Demonic Body (SS-Rank) is affected by the plane's gravity and spatial density. Current strength retained: 60%!
The cross-realm operation of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art is hindered. Current devouring efficiency reduced to: 30%!
A series of glaring red warnings.
If it were any other top-tier powerhouse who could summon the wind and rain in the Mortal Realm, suddenly finding themselves turned into a bottom-rung Qi Condensation cultivator after ascending...
Their mentality would absolutely collapse in an instant.
But Shen Fei did not.
He calmly closed the system panel.
And stood up.
He spent a brief three minutes stretching his limbs, feeling the physical state and the spiritual power that had been compressed to the extreme within his body.
Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage.
This meant that in this Upper Realm, any ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator could absolutely crush him on the levels of laws and spiritual power.
Shen Fei made a precise assessment of his current state in his mind.
He could fight.
But he couldn't fight head-on.
Just then.
"Buzz..."
Deep within his sea of consciousness, the system rarely received a faint, intermittent cross-realm signal fluctuation.
Young Master... safe...
It was Su Qingxue's voice.
This was the first time the Queen's Council in the Mortal Realm had attempted to transmit a signal to the Upper Realm using a cross-realm sacrificial array built with massive resources.
Faint.
Only two short words.
But Shen Fei knew that those three women were not sitting idle in the Mortal Realm. The home base was very stable.
Shen Fei saved this signal into the system's memo.
He looked up.
Looking at the desolate, jagged black wasteland ahead.
Black Rock Wasteland.
The gathering place for the lowest rogue cultivators and desperadoes in the Upper Realm.
"Rustle..."
A faint sound of footsteps came from behind a massive black rock on the right.
Shen Fei did not look back.
He naturally stopped walking, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trench coat.
Three figures slowly walked out from behind the rock.
In a triangular formation.
Skillfully, they sealed off all of Shen Fei's escape routes.
Three people.
All wearing tattered gray Daoist robes, carrying a strong, murderous aura of those who spent years licking blood from the edge of a blade.
The leader, Scarface, was a middle-aged man.
The other two were slightly younger, standing on either side.
Shen Fei's gaze swept over them casually.
One mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
Two early-stage Foundation Establishment.
On this border of the Upper Realm, this was a standard bandit cultivator squad. They specialized in murder, robbery, and intercepting lone rogue cultivators.
Scarface looked Shen Fei up and down.
Looking at the black trench coat on Shen Fei that was completely out of place in the Upper Realm, and the somewhat thin aura of the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation stage radiating from him.
Scarface grinned.
Revealing a cruel, somewhat mocking smile.
"A rogue cultivator who just ascended?"
Scarface's tone was lazy, as if looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"Look at your smooth skin and tender flesh. A big shot from the Mortal Realm, huh?"
He slowly drew a gleaming low-grade artifact longsword from his waist.
"Do you know the rules?"
"Whatever good stuff you have on you, storage bags, artifacts, cultivation techniques, leave them all behind."
Scarface pointed the tip of his blade at the black rock on the ground.
"And you can keep your life."
This was the most standard opening line for bandit cultivators looking to rob someone.
They didn't even put this Qi Condensation stage ascender in their eyes.
Shen Fei looked at the blade tip pointing at him.
He slowly.
Pulled his hands out of his trench coat pockets.
He lowered his head and looked at the back of his hands.
Even though the strength of his Heavenly Demonic Body was only at 60%.
Even though the spiritual power shell of the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation stage was fragile.
But.
The muscle density and bone hardness of this body, as well as the ultimate reaction speed forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood...
High-dimensional laws could not suppress them.
"Alright."
Shen Fei looked up.
His eyes were calm, devoid of any fear, or even any emotional fluctuation.
"You three."
"Stay behind."
The words were spoken flatly.
Scarface froze for a second.
He even doubted if his ears were hearing things. An ant at the Qi Condensation stage actually dared to say such things when surrounded by three Foundation Establishment bandit cultivators?
But he simply had no chance to think about it.
Because before Shen Fei's voice even faded.
The man had already moved.
"Boom!"
There was no violent fluctuation of spiritual power.
Only pure, extreme physical explosive force!
The hard black rock beneath Shen Fei's feet was instantly stomped into a deep crater.
His entire body turned into a black afterimage, crossing a distance of ten meters in a single step.
Appearing directly in front of Scarface!
"You're courting death!"
Scarface's eyes widened in fury, and his mid-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual power erupted with a bang.
The longsword in his hand, wrapped in a fierce blade aura, slashed viciously toward Shen Fei's head!
But.
Shen Fei did not dodge.
He precisely thrust out his left hand.
In the nick of time as the blade aura descended.
He grabbed Scarface's knife-wielding wrist!
"Crack!"
A teeth-aching sound of bone fracturing.
The terrifying 60% physical strength of the Heavenly Demonic Body brutally crushed Scarface's wrist bone.
The longsword slipped from his grasp and fell.
Scarface let out a miserable shriek, instinctively trying to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to blast Shen Fei away.
But.
Heaven Devouring Demonic Art.
Activate!
Even though its efficiency was suppressed to 30%.
The moment Shen Fei's palm touched Scarface's meridians.
That abyss-like devouring power, originating from the very essence of the technique, still circulated dominantly.
Scarface discovered in horror that the solid mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base within his body...
Was actually being continuously siphoned out through Shen Fei's palm, like a flood bursting through a dam!
"You... you're absorbing my cultivation?!"
Scarface's voice was filled with shrill despair.
"Kill him! Hurry up and kill him!"
He roared at his two companions.
The two early-stage Foundation Establishment bandit cultivators finally snapped to their senses.
A strong sense of horror flashed in their eyes, but their movements were not slow.
"Die!"
The two roared at the same time, each summoning their magical artifacts.
A talisman flashing with lightning, and a low-grade spirit sword emitting a chilling sword aura.
From the left and right, they ruthlessly blasted toward Shen Fei!
Shen Fei's eyes remained cold.
He did not release his grip on Scarface.
Instead, he calmly turned sideways.
Raised his right arm.
Without using any spiritual energy shield.
He took the blow head-on with his physical body!
Bang!
The spirit sword slashed viciously against Shen Fei's right elbow joint.
However, the expected scene of broken bones and snapped tendons did not occur.
Accompanied by a dull metallic clash.
The blade of the spirit sword was actually forcibly curled by the formidable physical density of his Heavenly Demon Body, and was subsequently bounced back by the recoil.
Immediately after.
That lightning talisman also blasted right in front of him.
Shen Fei did not pause at all.
Exerting force with his left hand, he brutally hoisted Scarface—whose cultivation was still being drained—like a meat shield right in front of himself!
Boom!
The lightning talisman violently exploded against Scarface's back.
The power of the lightning instantly blasted Scarface's back into a bloody mess.
Using the recoil from the talisman's explosion.
Shen Fei's right leg pushed off fiercely.
Grabbing the dying Scarface, who had already been drained of most of his cultivation, he savagely hurled him toward the rogue cultivator on the left!
Bang!
The two collided tragically, tumbling onto the black rocks together. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
All of this.
Happened in a flash.
From Shen Fei's sudden strike to breaking the siege of the three men.
It took less than three seconds.
Shen Fei turned around.
Looking at Scarface, whom he had thrown like a meat shield.
He calmly walked over.
Crouched down.
His left hand once again locked onto the other's throat.
And continued to devour.
The pure cultivation belonging to a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Upper Realm flowed slowly but steadily into Shen Fei's body.
Under the impact of this homologous immortal spiritual energy.
Shen Fei felt that the solid barrier of high-dimensional laws within his body actually loosened slightly the moment it came into contact with this homogeneous cultivation.
It was like a welded iron door being forcibly pried open by a tiny crack.
"Ugh..."
Scarface's body twitched violently.
His eyes bulged in despair as he stared at the expressionless young man in black before him.
Even in death, he couldn't understand.
Why an ascender at the Qi Condensation stage would possess such a terrifying physical body and such a demonic art.
Ten seconds later.
Scarface's body collapsed limply to the ground, turning completely into a shriveled, useless husk.
Shen Fei let go.
He stood up.
And turned to look at the other two early-Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators, who were just struggling to get up from the ground, their faces filled with terror.
"Demonic cultivator... he is a demonic cultivator!"
The two were scared out of their wits. Abandoning even their magical artifacts, they turned and tried to flee deep into the wasteland.
Shen Fei did not chase after them.
He simply took two calm steps forward.
His toes accurately flicked the ground.
Swish! Swish!
The two low-grade spirit swords that had fallen to the ground earlier shot out fiercely like two bolts of lightning.
Pfft!
Pfft!
The two spirit swords accurately pierced through the calves of the two rogue cultivators.
The two screamed as they collapsed onto the hard black rocks.
Shen Fei walked over.
One on the left, one on the right.
He ruthlessly pressed his hands onto the tops of their heads.
Heavenly Demon Devour.
Activated once again.
Miserable screams echoed across the black rock wasteland, but soon returned to dead silence.
When the last trace of early-Foundation Establishment cultivation was sucked dry by Shen Fei.
Ding!
In his mind, the system prompt sounded again:
Devouring of Upper Realm cultivator origins complete!
Current cultivation restored to: Early Foundation Establishment!
High-dimensional law barrier loosened: 12 percent!
Shen Fei let go.
Two mummified corpses fell to the ground.
He skillfully bent down and untied the low-quality storage bags from the waists of the three men.
His divine sense violently erased the marks on them.
He glanced at the contents inside.
There were only a few dozen dull low-grade spirit stones and a few coarse low-grade talismans.
Shabby.
But this was the norm for bottom-tier rogue cultivators.
Shen Fei stored these looted spoils into his system inventory.
He patted the dust off his hands.
Stood up.
And glanced at the marker on the system map.
Thirty miles away from here.
There was a trading market in the fringe area.
Dust Market.
Shen Fei did not linger, nor did he reminisce about the slaughter just now.
Calmly, he put his hands back into the pockets of his black trench coat.
Facing the biting astral winds of the Upper Realm.
Toward the east, to that market emitting a faint glow.
He strode forward.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
