"Nothing much."
Explaining it would be strange—those who understand, just do.
"Forget it, it’s not the first time I’ve heard you say weird things."
Whether in daily conversations or diary entries, Li Siyi had grown accustomed to Su Luo’s peculiar turns of phrase.
Li Siyi raised her immortal sword and began her forms.
After tempering herself with the blade for so long, she could now wield it with some proficiency.
Su Luo watched but still shook his head. Her strength was lacking—at the Golden Core stage, she was already falling behind the main force.
Still, her cultivation was impressive, surpassing 90% of her peers.
And judging by Li Siyi’s expression, she seemed content, without a trace of impatience.
Su Luo chuckled. Who would’ve thought he’d see Li Siyi shed her arrogance?
She’d truly matured.
After a while, as time grew late, Su Luo stood up to leave.
But then, he was spotted by Ye Cheng, a Perfected Nascent Soul cultivator of the Emperor Heaven Sect.
How could Su Luo not draw attention, swaggering around like that?
Not that he meant to. He’d suppressed his cultivation to the lowest level, pretending to be a mere nobody.
Who knew someone would take pleasure in hunting nobodies?
Su Luo caught Ye Cheng’s sword strike with his hand. "Mind picking someone else? I’ve got things to do."
"Hmph! Still acting? Anyone who can block my strike is no ordinary fool. I won’t let you leave."
Ye Cheng despised the Heavenly Demon Sect—anyone from it deserved death.
Su Luo suddenly appeared behind him. "Then don’t blame me for being rude."
With a kick to his back, Ye Cheng went flying like a ball, crashing into a group of Heavenly Demon Sect disciples like a perfect strike in a game of bowling.
"Damn it!" Ye Cheng roared, scrambling to his feet—only to find himself surrounded.
By the time he dealt with the nearby Heavenly Demon Sect members, Su Luo was long gone.
Only then did Ye Cheng realize: that single kick had landed without him even sensing it. The act of playing weak had been flawless.
The Heavenly Demon Sect… truly couldn’t be underestimated.
He began searching for Su Luo, determined to prevent that sly bastard from causing more trouble.
Meanwhile, Su Luo had already arrived beside the Demon Sovereign.
The spot was remote, hidden by Su Luo’s formations, ensuring no disturbances.
The Demon Sovereign’s time to appear hadn’t yet come.
Su Luo spoke. "We’re under attack by the allied sects. What should we do?"
"Indeed, what should we do?" Jiang Ningshu tossed the question back to him.
"Aren’t you the Demon Sovereign? Why push it onto me?"
"Didn’t I agree to listen to you today?"
Su Luo suddenly felt like he’d been tricked. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed in the first place.
"Fine. I’ll handle the arrangements."
With that settled, there was nothing more to say.
Su Luo laid out Jiang Ningshu’s next steps.
To his surprise, she showed no hesitation—everything matched what had been written in the diary.
"You seem… disappointed?"
"Me? Not really."
"Any questions?"
"None."
"Really? Not even one?" Su Luo found it strange. The Demon Sovereign wasn’t even asking for reasons?
"Today, I follow your lead."
Su Luo couldn’t help but think—the Demon Sovereign played the game well.
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"Weakness!"
The Right Envoy’s "Words Become Law" manifested once more.
Nangong Xiyun felt her strength waning, but with a mere flicker of focus, she severed the so-called "weakness" with her blade.
She’d seen this trick too many times—breaking it was second nature now.
The Right Envoy felt like he’d seen a ghost. She can even cut that?!
The longer the fight dragged on, the more he realized Nangong Xiyun’s terrifying strength.
Her sword was overwhelmingly domineering, capable of severing anything.
Despite having entered the Great Ascension Realm countless years before her, he couldn’t gain even the slightest advantage.
Humiliating—but he refused to lose his composure over pride.
For now, he’d stall, waiting for reinforcements.
But none would come. The other factions were tied up battling the allied sects’ experts—even the Demon Kings were occupied.
Elsewhere, Di Haoran obliterated another of the Left Envoy’s clones, yet still couldn’t find a way to counter the elusive duplicates.
"Annoying," he growled.
"Flattered," the Left Envoy replied dryly.
Watching the Heavenly Demon Sect’s forces crumble, the Left Envoy knew this couldn’t continue.
What use was becoming Demon Sovereign if his people were wiped out before he even took the throne?
Admitting defeat was the only option.
"All forces—retreat!" he commanded.
"How undignified, shouting like that." Di Haoran had no intention of letting them escape.
Instantly, the Heavenly Demon Sect’s disciples shifted tactics, prioritizing flight—a skill they’d honed to perfection.
"You think escape is so easy? None of you will leave alive!" Di Haoran couldn’t afford failure, not when the opportunity was so rare.
"Ridiculous." The Left Envoy sneered as his clones scattered in all directions.
Di Haoran could only watch, frustration boiling in his chest.
Soon, the Heavenly Demon Sect was in full retreat, the allied sects in hot pursuit.
Lin Xuan stood in their path, blocking their escape.
The allied sects’ momentum was unstoppable—victory seemed assured.
Wiping out the Heavenly Demon Sect would be a legendary feat, and their morale soared.
Su Luo sensed it—everything was going too smoothly.
"Your turn," he said.
"Very well." Jiang Ningshu stepped forward.
Tap.
A single footstep echoed across the Shattered Bone Abyss—not loud, yet heard by all.
Then, an oppressive aura descended, dwarfing every presence on the battlefield.
Under its weight, everyone—regardless of cultivation—felt like mere mortals.
Only Jiang Ningshu stood supreme.
"The Demon Sovereign!"
The allied sects uttered the title in unison.
Only she could wield such power.
For so long, there had been no word of her. Many assumed she’d secluded herself in cultivation, far from this conflict.
Yet here she was.
From the swirling darkness, a mysterious violet light flickered. As it faded, Jiang Ningshu emerged—cold, peerless, her gaze like frozen stars.
Her presence kept rising, crushing the battlefield into silence.
Di Haoran’s eyes locked onto her—and he stepped back.
His pupils dilated. His heart pounded.
An emotion he hadn’t felt in ages: fear.
Has she… broken past the Great Ascension?
No. Impossible. That realm hadn’t been reached in millennia.
Yet the Demon Sovereign before him radiated terror beyond comprehension.
"Retreat!" The command tore from his throat.
Now, it was his turn to shout.
He saw no path to victory—only defeat. He was afraid.
The Heavenly Demon Sect’s morale flared—fortune had turned.
But then—
"We leave."
Jiang Ningshu’s words doused their excitement like cold water.
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.
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."
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?”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
