Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu returned to the Shattered Bone Abyss, where the Left Envoy came to probe, curious about what gains the Demon Lord had made during this excursion.
Yet he was destined to leave empty-handed.
No matter—the real battle was about to begin.
Su Luo soon ventured out again. Though he would have preferred to laze around, slacking off now would earn him nothing but scorn.
He went to gather intelligence, checking on the progress of events.
The totem altars had already been mostly destroyed, with only a handful remaining, though not many.
The Heavenly Demon Sect’s initial disruptions hadn’t achieved any glorious feats worth mentioning—just minor skirmishes—but they had managed to thoroughly irritate everyone.
Now, with the sects uniting, the Heavenly Demon Sect chose to stir chaos instead.
They were no different from traitors—worse, traitors to humanity itself.
Hatred had reached its peak.
If not for the looming beast army, the sects would have immediately mobilized their full strength to annihilate the Heavenly Demon Sect.
At the Northern Heavenly Gate, the beasts grew restless. With the destruction of the totem altars, their urgency intensified.
They were determined to strike before the altars were completely ruined.
Clashes escalated rapidly.
Su Luo opened his diary and began writing:
[The initial skirmishes have concluded. What follows is all-out war.]
[But during this time, the united sects suffered the worst blows.]
[Learning of their totem altars’ destruction, the beast army dispatched forces to guard them in secret while stirring unrest at the Northern Heavenly Gate to divert attention.]
[If the altars couldn’t be defended, they would detonate them—making full use of their remnants.]
[The united sects, unaware of this strategy, were caught off guard by the sudden beast assaults. Even after barely repelling them, they were blasted apart by the explosions.]
[The losses were catastrophic.]
[This happened simultaneously across multiple altars, leaving the sects no time to relay warnings.]
[At the same time, the Northern Heavenly Gate welcomed an influx of formidable beasts.]
[The remaining two of the Three Great Beast Generals arrived, instantly boosting their army’s morale.]
[And with them came a terrifying presence—the High Priest of Beasts.]
[The High Priest held a uniquely exalted status among the beasts, second only to the Beast Lord.]
[His strength? At the Mahayana stage—nothing to scoff at.]
[This proved the beast army was now dead serious.]
[With these heavyweights joining the fray, the beasts began charging beyond the Northern Heavenly Gate.]
[Fighting there intensified, while the totem altars still weren’t fully destroyed. The united sects were already buckling under pressure.]
[Di Haoran, leader of the Emperor Heaven Sect, had no choice but to personally take command at the Northern Heavenly Gate, taking most of his sect’s dwindling elite forces with him.]
[Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon Sect finally made its move.]
[They struck directly at the Emperor Heaven Sect—an opportune moment, with its main forces tied up at the Northern Heavenly Gate.]
[Though the Emperor Heaven Sect still had a few elders in reserve, they were no match for the Heavenly Demon Sect’s full force: the Left and Right Envoys, three of the Four Great Heavenly Demons (save the absent East Extreme Demon Lord), and countless other titled demons.]
[The North End Demon Lord considered warning them but hesitated. Instead, he saw a chance to profit openly during the assault.]
[If he was careful, no one would notice. And even if caught, he could justify it—claim the Left Envoy already suspected him, forcing him to play along. The excuses were endless.]
[He reasoned that after the ambush, the Emperor Heaven Sect would be crippled, making his intelligence far more valuable. A lifeline in crisis was worth far more than a favor in prosperity.]
[His plan worked—but while the Emperor Heaven Sect wasn’t wiped out, its losses were devastating.]
[This was another crushing blow to the united sects.]
[For Lin Xuan, however, the path was rocky but ultimately triumphant.]
[He continued destroying totem altars, succeeding even when ambushed by beast forces.]
[Finally, he reached the largest and last altar, guarded by exceptionally powerful beast statues.]
[Leading the beast defenders was a Nascent Soul expert—the Wind Shadow Leopard King.]
[Lin Xuan fought him evenly for three hundred rounds, unfazed despite being only at Golden Core perfection, on the cusp of Nascent Soul.]
[But the beast statues tipped the scales.]
[Surrounded, his allies fell one by one until only Lin Xuan remained standing.]
[In this life-or-death crisis, he broke through—ascending to Nascent Soul.]
[Victory seemed assured—until I, acting on the Demon Lord’s orders, passed by.]
[Of course, I ambushed him. Just as Lin Xuan neared triumph, I drove a blade through him.]
[Then came the gloating, mocking his carelessness.]
[But in my arrogance, I was stabbed in turn—the Wind Shadow Leopard King’s claw piercing my back.]
[To him, all humans were enemies, regardless of affiliation.]
[A three-way melee erupted, but Lin Xuan activated his “invincible will” trope—rising again no matter how grievously wounded.]
[Recognizing the danger, I fled without hesitation. After all, retreat was the Heavenly Demon Sect’s core survival skill—no shame in tactful withdrawal.]
[Left alone, Lin Xuan predictably turned the tide. Before dying, the Wind Shadow Leopard King triggered the altar’s self-destruction.]
[But its massive size delayed the blast. Panic set in—everyone terrified except Lin Xuan, who calmly deciphered the seal and halted the explosion at the last second.]
[Had it detonated, not only would the altar’s defenders have perished, but a nearby town would have been obliterated.]
[With this, all totem altars were destroyed—the united sects’ sole piece of good news.]
[Between the beast army’s relentless assault and the Heavenly Demon Sect’s treachery, the united sects were pushed to the brink.]
[Yet this was the despair before victory. In the end, they would prevail.]
Su Luo closed his diary.
[Diary entry complete. Rewards: +2 Speed, +4 Strength.]
[Special ability upgraded: Sight-Triggered Explosion.]
[Detonate any visible target, plus one additional blast of equal power. Damage scales with the user’s strength.]
He tested it briefly. Simple enough—one explosion, plus a free follow-up.
Decent, though Su Luo rarely fought groups, usually just a few foes.
Still, unleashing two full-power blasts by expending all stamina? Now that seemed cost-effective.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
