Until the sun rose high in the sky, Su Luo stood up.
“Well then, goodbye.”
“Mm, goodbye.”
As usual, after a plain and simple farewell, Su Luo left.
Li Siyi watched the direction Su Luo had gone, feeling a trace of reluctance. But there would always be chances to meet again—no need to be too sad.
Su Luo didn’t go anywhere else, heading straight for the Shattered Bone Abyss. The story was over, and there was no point wandering around. His own recliner suited him best.
Truthfully, after experiencing so many cycles of rebirth, he had little interest in the outside world anymore.
But as he sped back, someone blocked his path.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the ‘Sword of Annihilation’ Su Luo,” Luo Ta said with a grin.
Beside him stood an old man, cautious and meticulous—Sui Changsheng.
Both were members of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
“Something the matter?” Su Luo asked.
“Nothing too important,” Luo Ta said, his eyes narrowing slowly. “Just wanted to take—”
“No.” Sui Changsheng swiftly raised a hand, covering Luo Ta’s eyes. “The Left Envoy has a mission for us.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” Su Luo replied.
Naturally, Su Luo recognized these two.
Luo Ta was an exceptional young titleholder among the Heavenly Demons, already at the late-stage Nascent Soul realm despite his youth. With just a blink, invisible slashes would strike—unpredictable and deadly.
Sui Changsheng, true to his name, had lived a long life and was an extremely cautious man.
But Su Luo didn’t remember them appearing here in the original timeline.
“Let’s talk while we walk,” Sui Changsheng suggested.
Truthfully, he hadn’t thought this through. Their original mission was to kill Su Luo.
He didn’t know why the Left Envoy had given such an order, but it didn’t matter. If the Left Envoy personally commanded it, they just had to carry it out.
“Our mission this time is to attack Woodroot City. We need your assistance.”
This was all a lie, something Sui Changsheng had made up on the spot.
“Is that so?” Su Luo showed no reaction, quietly following behind them.
As they traveled ahead, Luo Ta used an advanced sound transmission technique to speak to Sui Changsheng.
Old Sui, what’s going on? I never heard about this.
Attack Woodroot City? Their objective was supposed to be killing Su Luo behind them!
I know. I wanted to finish Su Luo quickly too, but the moment I saw him, I felt fear.
Hah! When aren’t you afraid? You’re always so timid. Every mission with you takes forever—endless preparations, never decisive.
Sui Changsheng wasn’t angered by the accusation of cowardice. Instead, he replied confidently, Yet every mission succeeds, and I’m still alive.
Fair enough. Luo Ta couldn’t argue with that. So this Su Luo is tough? I don’t see it. Never heard of any impressive feats from him either.
Just because you haven’t heard of them doesn’t mean they don’t exist. If you clean up well, no one will ever know.
Sui Changsheng understood this deeply—he was the type who preferred leaving no traces behind after misdeeds. It saved a lot of unnecessary trouble.
He was no longer a young man chasing fame and fortune.
So, what’s the plan?
Let’s observe first. I trust my instincts.
Are we really going to Woodroot City? What a hassle.
What’s wrong with that? We can gauge his strength and then decide. Seeing is believing.
Tch. Luo Ta scoffed but reluctantly agreed.
Meanwhile, Su Luo sighed inwardly from behind.
How boring.
He’d thought they had some intriguing scheme and was willing to play along.
But this? A dull, half-baked plan. I’m done.
Su Luo suddenly stopped. “You do realize I can hear you, right?”
The two halted as well, but they hadn’t expected Su Luo to overhear their conversation.
Their sound transmission was high-level—someone of Su Luo’s strength shouldn’t have been able to intercept it.
“No need to wonder. Your goal is to kill me, right?”
Sui Changsheng laughed awkwardly. “Nonsense! You must have misheard.”
“Fine by me. Go ahead, make your move.” Su Luo’s tone was fearless.
“You jest! We’re fellow sect members. Let’s just head back—we’ll call off the Woodroot City mission.”
Su Luo didn’t like that answer, but someone else hated it even more.
“No.” Luo Ta refused outright. “We should’ve attacked from the start. Wasted enough time already.”
“Luo Ta!”
“Old Sui, stay out of my way—or I’ll kill you too.”
Luo Ta turned, his murderous glare locking onto Sui Changsheng. He meant it.
Sui Changsheng: …
He probably thinks he looks cool right now. But he’s about to die.
Su Luo remarked, “Not to interrupt, but listening to elders isn’t a bad habit.”
“How amusing. Are you implying I’m inferior to you?”
Luo Ta narrowed his eyes.
Invisible blades shot toward Su Luo—not just unseen, but razor-sharp, capable of cleaving through anything.
Su Luo blocked with an ordinary sword, but it soon shattered.
“Heh. ‘Sword of Annihilation’? What a joke. Your blade is useless.”
Luo Ta didn’t need to blink repeatedly to attack—that would’ve been unsightly. A single blink unleashed a storm of blades, overwhelming as tidal waves.
“As I thought… boring.”
Su Luo drew another sword and swung once.
A monstrous wave of sword Qi devoured everything.
Luo Ta’s eyes widened—death loomed closer with each passing second.
Dignity forgotten, he blinked frantically, unleashing endless invisible slashes.
But no matter how many he released, Su Luo’s sword Qi couldn’t be stopped. Worse, it absorbed Luo Ta’s attacks, growing even stronger!
Dodge? Impossible.
Luo Ta was sliced apart.
In his final moments, he finally understood the meaning behind “Sword of Annihilation”—a single strike that erased all in its path.
Su Luo casually tossed aside the broken sword and turned to Sui Changsheng.
Sui Changsheng’s expression was grave. He’d expected Su Luo to be strong, but this strong?
Yet he also muttered in frustration, Stupid. This is why I hate the young—reckless, never careful enough.
He’d seen too many talents greater than his own. But in the end, he was the one still alive.
The world of cultivation brimmed with geniuses, but only those who survived to the end were truly the strongest.
This, he believed without doubt.
Sui Changsheng shook his head. “The mission’s failed. Well then… goodbye.”
He turned to leave, already giving up on killing Su Luo. He was no foolhardy man.
Su Luo called out, “Did I say you could go?”
Sui Changsheng didn’t look back, speaking with confidence. “You’re smart. Avoiding this fight benefits us both. Besides, I’m not guaranteed to lose.”
Su Luo smirked. “Are you afraid?”
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."
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
