Half-Immortal Sword, Celestial Dragon Imprint, Million Flying Swords.
These things made even the Great Sage Remnant somewhat impressed, and he nodded and smiled.
"These items of yours can indeed save the life of that ant in the Sea-Reversing Realm. I can spare her life, but yours will certainly be forfeit."
"No problem." Chen Xia smiled and nodded, his face filled with indifference.
In fact, he truly didn't care.
He still had an avatar cultivating in the Realm of Death, which meant he had another life. If he died, he would resurrect within the Realm of Death. Once his strength increased, he could return to the Great Death Domain and retrieve his belongings.
Perhaps he could even take some interest along the way, like those double horns on the head of the Great Sage, which looked like a rare item.
Clearly, the Great Sage Remnant was unaware of Chen Xia's intentions. He continued to smile and said, "Indeed, you are quite outstanding, but unfortunately, you are only in the Sea-Reversing Realm. So, you can only die here and accompany this saint's departed soul."
"Sure." Chen Xia neither agreed nor disagreed, his expression more calm than the other cultivators.
"I quite like your temperament. It reminds me of my younger self," the Great Sage Remnant chuckled again, shaking his head slightly.
"It seems I have been dead for far too long. Now that my remnant soul has awakened, I find myself speaking so much."
"Hoo... hoo..." Audible exhalation sounds came from Chen Xia's mouth, indicating that his injuries were beginning to affect his combat power. The wounds had not scabbed over and were still bleeding.
This indicated that Chen Xia's physical strength was insufficient to heal his current injuries.
The Great Sage Remnant extended his withered index finger, devoid of any smile, and spoke as if pronouncing a death sentence.
"You are quite interesting, but this is where it ends."
Terrifying thunder surged, circulated, and brewed on his withered index finger, and then...
Shot out!
Boom!
This thunder was not like the previous hundred-meter lightning pillar; instead, it was a thin and dense lightning bolt that instantly pierced through Chen Xia's heart, continuing to shoot outward until it penetrated the ruins and disappeared into the dim starry sky.
All of this happened extremely quickly, and Ma Xiaohong couldn't even react in time.
Blood started to flow from the corner of Chen Xia's mouth, indicating that his internal organs had been damaged.
In fact, one couldn't really call it "damaged."
It was just pierced through.
Haha.
He was indeed quite humorous.
Ma Xiaohong's body trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, and a sorrowful expression filled her delicate face. She rushed out from the enclosure of thousands of flying swords and cried out.
"Chen Xia... Chen Xia!"
Chen Xia turned to look at her, his expression still calm, and he even made a gesture of victory with his hand, calmly saying,
"Just a fatal injury."
"... " Ma Xiaohong didn't know how to respond. Although worry was still evident in her beautiful and anxious expression, she lifted her feet, wanting to run over and save Chen Xia.
But the thousands of flying swords forcibly surrounded her, halting her steps.
"Don't come over. I can simply die, but if you come over, we'll both die together. It's not worth it. After you leave, these thousand flying swords will follow you. Find a place to hide on your own. Every day you survive, you earn another day," Chen Xia murmured softly, while his body also began to give way, bending over.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed violently a few times, and dark red blood sprayed from his mouth, even carrying traces of his own life essence.
"Chen Xia, Chen Xia!" Ma Xiaohong cried out loudly amidst the encirclement of thousands of flying swords, her petite body kneeling on the ground with an unusually anxious expression.
Chen Xia swallowed a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground, muttering to himself.
"Although it's just a fatal injury, it's indeed quite fatal. I can't hold on much longer. It's your turn, right?"
The crimson color around his left eye began to expand, unfolding on his face like patterns, delineating a strange design.
The half-immortal sword inserted not far away suddenly trembled.
Chen Xia stood up and beckoned with his hand.
The half-immortal sword reversed and fell into his hand.
He swung it forward.
The ground cracked open for three thousand meters, and the void tore apart!
"Who are you?"
Great Sage Remnant crossed his arms and asked in confusion.
Chen Xia held the half-immortal sword, his eyes outlined with a crimson color, and the corners of his mouth curled into an extremely exaggerated arc, resembling both arrogance and a sinister smile as he replied.
"I am me."
The void trembled.
He had already arrived in front of Great Sage Remnant, the half-immortal sword shimmering with dazzling sword light. Along the way, the void was torn apart by the sword light, forming a pitch-black line.
And the endpoint of this pitch-black line was the tip of the half-immortal sword.
The tip of the sword.
It was aimed at the head of Great Sage Remnant.
After this sword strike.
The entire world was filled with endless sword light!
If one were to look at the ruins from the outside, it would appear as a shining sphere, with countless sword lights wanting to overflow.
Chen Xia held the sword, standing in the center of the sword light.
He was the inner demon, naturally also Chen Xia, just the opposite side of Chen Xia.
And because he resided in the Sea of Consciousness, he had a stronger connection with the half-immortal sword, and they were even somewhat fused together.
That's why he could unleash the true power of the half-immortal sword.
Chen Xia stared directly into the magnificent sword light, still smiling as he said, "I know you're not dead, come out."
A figure flickered within the sword light and instantly appeared in front of Chen Xia, with an expression of great interest on his face.
"The inner demon, unexpectedly the inner demon of the Reverse Sea realm. It's truly beyond my expectations."
"People say that the inner demon is the next level of oneself, but judging from the killing power you just displayed, it seems to be more than just the next level."
Great Sage Remnant raised his blood-stained withered palm and chuckled lightly.
"You even injured my hand. You can truly wield the true power of this half-immortal sword, right?"
Chen Xia's mouth still carried a wild smile as he counter-asked, "Is this level of power enough to be considered true power?"
"Hmm?" Great Sage Remnant furrowed his brow.
Chen Xia held the half-immortal sword in his right hand and made another gesture with his left hand. The bronze sword instantly appeared.
He wielded both swords.
"A remnant like you dares to penetrate my heart and soul..."
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile, and the crimson color in his eyes extended even longer as he continued.
"Damn it!"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
