At this crucial moment.
The representative of the Liu family suddenly felt his phone vibrate.
He discreetly took it out, glanced casually at the family intelligence update, and slipped it back into his pocket.
But very soon,
his heart gave a sudden lurch.
He only then realized he might have just seen some earth-shattering news.
He pulled out his phone again.
On the intelligence report's title were four words:
"Kunlun Incident!"
He tapped to open it.
Inside was a video showing a thunderstorm over the Kunlun Mountains.
Instantly, the Liu family representative thought of one person.
Chen Feng!
"Dammit! Could what that kid said actually be true?!"
He hurriedly looked up, wanting to inform the other family representatives.
As he raised his head,
he saw the others were also staring at their phones in shock.
Soon, the last few looked up as well, exchanging bewildered glances.
They understood.
The others were likely thinking the same thing.
At this moment, Ye Wujiang completely lost any desire to appear on the live broadcast.
Because he felt his dream of leaving a glorious name in history might turn into leaving a shameful one.
"Vice-Chairman, I leave this to you here,"
he said, then hurriedly walked off the stage.
The Vice-Chairman was taken aback.
"He's entrusting me with such a historic moment?"
"What a truly modest and selfless Chairman."
Just as he was secretly pleased,
he saw the other six clan representatives also leaving the venue one after another.
This time,
even the administrators from the three other continents were confused.
"What's the meaning of this?"
"Why does the situation suddenly feel off?"
"Weren't they all grinning ear to ear just a moment ago?"
"Why do they suddenly look so serious and shocked?"
...
Martial Arts Association Conference Room.
Various intelligence reports were coming in from non-blackout areas around Kunlun City.
The faces of the seven clan representatives were all grim.
The current head of the Dugu family said with a furrowed brow:
"Kunlun City is completely covered by the thunderstorm."
"It's experiencing a massive blackout, and lightning continues to strike relentlessly."
"Repairs will take considerable time, and we cannot contact our family elders."
After he finished speaking,
the conference room fell into a prolonged silence.
Everyone looked at the various reports before them,
their minds racing with possibilities.
Ye Wujiang, having been elected Chairman of the Martial Arts Association,
was naturally not an incompetent person who only knew how to play power games.
Although the full extent of the disastrous consequences was still unknown,
he immediately made the wisest decision.
"Dispatch personnel to Kunlun City immediately."
"Instruct Yang Honghui to organize the evacuation of all personnel."
"Also, send someone to contact Chen Feng!"
As soon as the orders were issued,
Martial Arts Association branches around Kunlun City quickly mobilized personnel
to assist Yang Honghui in relocating the city's residents.
The relentless purple lightning strikes from the sky had already claimed over a thousand lives in Kunlun City.
While fleeing, the escaping residents
recalled a news story from some time ago.
About that former Great Xia hero, later branded a traitor for fabricating myths to hinder Great Xia's unification—Chen Feng.
"Could what that traitor said actually be true?!"
a middle-aged man exclaimed as he ran.
Someone beside him replied:
"It might just be a coincidence. Maybe the storm will pass and things will be fine."
The middle-aged man looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Are you blind? What kind of thunderstorm has purple lightning?!"
"And look at that crazily swirling vortex of dark clouds—does that look like an ordinary storm?"
"If it were that simple, the Martial Arts Association wouldn't be forcing everyone to evacuate."
"How can you still be in denial at a time like this!"
The person who was rebuked, already agitated,
had just witnessed a purple lightning bolt strike not far away,
instantly killing dozens of people.
He retorted irritably:
"So what if it is true?!"
"Didn't you also not believe it back then?"
"Weren't you the one publicly calling Chen Feng a traitor online?!"
The first man, feeling somewhat guilty now, lost his bluster.
"I was just influenced by others back then!"
"It's too late for any of that now!"
...
The Kunlun Anomaly!
The sky-obscuring thunderstorm!
This incident quickly spread online.
At first, only residents near Kunlun City were deeply concerned.
The rest of Great Xia was still celebrating the historic moment of unifying the world.
Even people on the other three continents
were rejoicing over the end of the war.
But gradually,
the strange phenomena over the Kunlun Mountains began to gain rapid traction online.
Those who had just left Kunlun City
started spreading the news as soon as their phones had signal.
The Martial Arts Association's website crashed within an hour.
Their phone lines were also flooded with calls.
"Damn it! What's going on? The official site is down again!"
"Do you all remember what Chen Feng said before? It's likely true."
"The Martial Arts Association always fails at critical moments!"
"What's really happening? My girlfriend just told me through tears that her male best friend was struck dead by lightning!"
"I've been saying all along Chen Feng had no reason to lie, but no one listened. Now you see?!"
"'Kunlun blood sacrifice, the serpent transforms into a dragon, the Kunlun Mountains will open forever'—could it all be true?!"
...
The heat around Great Xia's unification was quickly overtaken by the Kunlun anomaly.
Online discussions and debates grew increasingly heated.
Ye Wujiang knew this matter couldn't be concealed.
Reports said the thunderstorm clouds were still expanding,
already covering several surrounding cities.
He ultimately had no choice but to order the emergency evacuation
of all residents from cities around the Kunlun Mountains.
However, to preserve the Martial Arts Association's last shred of dignity,
he forcibly issued a news statement,
claiming the Kunlun thunderstorm was merely a natural disaster.
He urged everyone not to believe or spread rumors!
Yet, as the thunderstorm clouds continued to expand,
five days later!
The lightning churning within the clouds grew thicker,
and even the appearance of the bolts underwent bizarre, hard-to-comprehend changes.
When the lightning illuminated the sky,
people no longer saw random arcs of electricity,
but instead, snarling, clawing silhouettes of purple dragons.
At that moment,
everyone knew.
This was absolutely not a simple thunderstorm disaster.
"This is what the Martial Arts Association calls a natural phenomenon?!"
"Since when is lightning shaped like a dragon?!"
"I might have believed it if it were ball lightning."
"The lightning has turned into dragons... Am I hallucinating, or are you all collectively spreading rumors?!"
"The serpent transforming into a dragon is real! Great Xia is about to have a flood dragon! This is auspicious! Don't panic, everyone!"
"Auspicious my foot! Do you know how many people have been struck dead already?!"
...
This incident soon reached the other three continents.
Especially the nearest Northern Continent.
Before long, many people online began posting Chen Feng's previous interviews,
mocking Great Xia.
"We told you to stop the war! But you wouldn't listen! Now you're facing retribution!"
"Pity their Great Xia hero, who risked everything to tell the truth, only to be branded a traitor."
"Arrogant people of Great Xia, prepare for the apocalypse!"
"I always said war only brings disaster, with no winners."
...
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
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
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
