Di Haoran finally remembered—there was indeed such a person.
The reason it took him so long to recall was mainly because Su Luo had some reputation in the South Continent, but in the grand scheme of things, it was insignificant.
Someone of Di Haoran’s stature wouldn’t bother paying attention to such trivial figures.
A demonic cultivator of Su Luo’s level would naturally be dealt with by others in his sect; there was no need for Di Haoran to intervene personally.
Only figures like the Four Demon Monarchs could barely warrant his attention.
“You’re Su Luo, aren’t you?”
At this moment, Di Haoran’s oppressive aura intensified. If this was someone from the former Heavenly Demon Sect, then there was nothing more to discuss.
“That’s me.” Su Luo admitted openly.
Without hesitation, Di Haoran struck.
A seemingly ordinary sword beam, but he knew it was more than enough to deal with a Void Refinement cultivator like Su Luo.
In fact, the mere fact that Su Luo had forced him to draw his sword was already an achievement.
Even in death, the world would remember that Su Luo had fallen to Di Haoran, the Mahayana-stage sect master of the Emperor Heaven Sect.
“Feel honored—then die.” Di Haoran sheathed his sword.
“Hehe, not happening.”
Jiang Ningshu took a step forward, and a surge of demonic energy erupted, effortlessly dispersing Di Haoran’s sword beam.
Then, her own oppressive aura exploded forth.
The skies above the Northern Heavenly Gate were instantly shrouded in her demonic energy, completely overshadowing Di Haoran’s presence.
All those present could feel nothing but Jiang Ningshu’s overwhelming pressure.
The Northern Heavenly Gate was stunned once again.
They had thought Di Haoran’s intervention was already extraordinary, but now, someone even more formidable had appeared.
Who was this?!
“This is terrifying… I want to leave the Northern Heavenly Gate. I want to go home.”
“A battle like this is rare—I must study it carefully.”
“As expected of an immortal’s legacy—all sorts of monsters are crawling out of the woodwork.”
“Hey, hey! People are fainting left and right, and you’re still chatting? Run!”
“Run where? Just look at the sky!”
Within the Northern Heavenly Gate, people were collapsing one after another. Those still standing were already impressive.
But they weren’t too worried—after all, Di Haoran was here.
Di Haoran’s expression darkened.
Mahayana.
How rare.
Though surprised, Di Haoran wasn’t afraid.
Even if they were both at the Mahayana stage, he didn’t believe he would lose.
Moreover, there was another Mahayana expert from the Emperor Heaven Sect present.
Di Haoran had originally planned to lead the team into the Barbaric Wastelands to secure the immortal’s legacy while the other Mahayana expert remained at the Northern Heavenly Gate as backup.
“To think the demonic path still has someone this powerful. Who are you?”
Di Haoran had a suspicion—this might be the former Demon Lord, Jiang Ningshu.
But something felt slightly off.
Jiang Ningshu had naturally disguised herself.
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you going to kill us?”
Her tone was deliberately provoking.
Di Haoran’s face darkened further, but he remained silent as he drew his sword again.
Such blatant mockery was intolerable for the leader of the North’s foremost sect.
“Blazing Sun Sundering Heaven Sword!”
Di Haoran’s blade erupted with apocalyptic flames.
A technique from a powerhouse like him was naturally world-shaking in scale.
Yet, in the next moment, the flames vanished. Without their power, the attack’s might was drastically reduced.
Jiang Ningshu countered with a single slash, sending Di Haoran flying dozens of meters back—straight into the city walls.
Using fire against Su Luo? That was just asking for trouble.
By now, Su Luo and Little Yu had already scaled the walls. Beyond them lay the Barbaric Wastelands.
Di Haoran gave chase, baffled by the disappearance of his flames.
He switched techniques and pressed the attack.
Losing one exchange didn’t mean defeat—even against another Mahayana expert, Di Haoran wouldn’t go down so easily.
Jiang Ningshu continued parrying his strikes.
Meanwhile, Su Luo unleashed a barrage of a hundred punches in an instant—countless Void Hands assailing Di Haoran.
Let’s be clear: Su Luo had never agreed to a one-on-one fight.
If they dragged this out until nightfall, there’d still be no winner.
Their goal was simply to cross over.
Di Haoran found himself forced onto the defensive, unable to seize an opening.
Jiang Ningshu alone was troublesome enough, but Su Luo’s Void Hands made it worse.
He had already taken multiple hits.
Individually, they were negligible—but quantity had a quality of its own.
Di Haoran had to reassess Su Luo.
Being able to disrupt him at all was impressive.
But why?
Why were Su Luo’s attacks so potent? And so numerous?
For a Void Refinement cultivator, this was absurd.
Su Luo and Little Yu had already descended the wall, advancing into the Barbaric Wastelands.
Di Haoran was furious—letting them escape would be a disgrace.
Yet Jiang Ningshu gave him no opening.
Then, even more Void Hands came raining down.
Di Haoran almost cursed aloud—how did Su Luo have so much stamina?!
He had no choice but to defend.
If he got injured, dealing with Jiang Ningshu would become impossible.
As for Su Luo? He wasn’t even breaking a sweat. These punches cost him nothing.
Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Ningshu disengaged and rejoined Su Luo.
“Goodbye—no need to see us off.” Su Luo chuckled.
The three of them leisurely walked away.
“Do you think escaping will be that easy?!” Di Haoran roared.
Having witnessed their strength, he couldn’t let them go.
But facing them alone was difficult, so he immediately called for backup.
He wasn’t foolish enough to fight alone when reinforcements were available.
“Jiutian Patriarch, lend me your aid!”
The Jiutian Patriarch was the other Mahayana expert stationed at the Northern Heavenly Gate—a former sect master of the Emperor Heaven Sect who had retired long ago.
Though older than Di Haoran, his strength was comparable.
It just went to show that even among geniuses, there were hierarchies. Di Haoran’s talent was exceptional, ranking among the best in the sect’s history.
Yet the Jiutian Patriarch’s response was unexpected: “Di Haoran, forget those three! Come help me now!”
His voice was urgent.
Confused, Di Haoran soon understood why.
As Jiang Ningshu’s demonic energy dissipated from the skies, an enormous meteor came into view.
The Jiutian Patriarch was struggling to hold it back—if it fell, the Northern Heavenly Gate would be annihilated.
Su Luo merely remarked, “Heavenfire Meteor.”
Then he left with Little Yu and Jiang Ningshu, unhurried.
The meteor was, of course, Su Luo’s doing.
Now at the peak of Mahayana, his techniques had reached terrifying heights.
And with the added boost from the Dice, even a single Mahayana expert couldn’t stop it.
Di Haoran watched their retreating figures, seething.
They had truly gotten away.
But there was no choice—he turned to deal with the meteor.
With his help, the meteor was eventually neutralized.
By then, Su Luo’s group had long vanished.
“Su Luo… I’ll remember you.”
Di Haoran snorted coldly.
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...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
Resolve] Gu Yang was once a true disciple of the Falling Cloud Sect, but after failing to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his cultivation regressed, his foundation was damaged, his lifespan was nearing its end, and he was about to be demoted to a menial servant. At his moment of despair, he awakened the [Daily Intelligence System]. By refreshing it daily, he could learn about countless hidden opportunities and secrets within the cultivation world! [Today's intelligence has been refreshed] [White Intelligence: One month ago, the Foundation Establishment spiritual item "Profound Ice Spirit Marrow" used by the host to attempt his breakthrough contained a trace of the poison "Bone-Corrobing Spirit-Dissolving Powder".] [Purple Intelligence: Tonight during the Yin hour (3-5 AM), a wisp of "Golden Crow Primordial Flame" will overflow... If this flame is devoured, it can recast the shattered cultivation foundation, fully restore cultivation, and awaken the one-in-ten-thousand—Primordial Supreme Yang Body. [Click to view coordinates]] [Golden Intelligence: Shen Qingyue, a Golden Core elder of the Falling Cloud Sect who possesses the Nine Yin Body, suffers from backlash of cold energy every full moon night, causing her strength to plummet and excruciating pain. Grand Elder Zhao Wuji has secretly bribed Shen Qingyue's personal maid, Hongxiu, and learned the rear gate array node of the protective formation "Clouds and Mist Veiling the Sun Array". Tomorrow late at night, he intends to take advantage of Shen Qingyue's flare-up of the cold poison, when she is weak and unable to resist, to use a secret technique to refine her into a cauldron and force her into a Daoist partnership. [Click to view coordinates]] The cultivation world is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak, and human hearts are as treacherous as ghosts? Sorry, but I can read the script! From then on, relying on his informational advantage, Gu Yang proceeded step by step with careful planning. Seizing opportunities, plundering fortunes. Selling intelligence. Playing rivals against each other. Step by step, he ultimately became the Immortal Emperor!
