There was a brilliant and golden light in Chen Xia’s eyes. A prompt appeared in his mind.
【True Dragon's Qi】
What was behind him now was a thousand-zhang true dragon lying on the ground!
The huge, overbearing hand pressed down, paired with the howling thunder tribulation, it brought a terrifying sense of apocalypse!
Chen Xia tore off the ragged cuff of his worn shirt and casually threw it on the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at the giant hand again.
If that hand was the sky, then he was just an ant crawling under its shadow, not even worth mentioning.
But was he really not worth mentioning?
Chen Xia's mouth curled into a confident smile. Even if the hand was really the sky...
He would still ride the yellow dragon to behead the heavens!
Violent gusts of air rolled down, exploded houses, depressed the water's surface. Within a hundred miles, rivers and lakes churned, birds fell from the sky.
Chen Xia took the first step, standing firm amidst the turbulent flow.
The thousand-zhang true dragon let out a high-pitched dragon roar, hovering over Chen Xia's back, already becoming his grand imagery!
High up in the sky.
Several powerful divine beings frowned in increasing bewilderment, speaking in slightly surprised tones.
"What's going on, how did he even summon an ancient remnant dragon?"
"What is this kid's background, whose reincarnation is he?"
"Doesn't seem like it, but it's too bizarre, I've never heard of any cultivator able to summon an ancient true dragon, even the real dragons in the Immortal Realm are scarce, all being raised by the old ancestral dragons in the Dragon Abyss."
The powerful beings were at a loss, but then gave up on figuring it out. After all, with so many matters across the myriad worlds, it was inevitable that some would confound even the sages.
The most nervous ones now were still Chen Xia and the giant hand in their struggle.
With the grand imagery of the thousand-zhang true dragon, Chen Xia stubbornly held off the giant hand. The two colliding forces distorted and crushed the void space, exposing the obscure darkness within.
The giant hand could not press down, the true dragon could not lift its head.
The two were deadlocked.
Chen Xia gritted his teeth, his hands like the dragon's head, desperately holding off the pressure of the giant hand. His whole body's blood and qi surged, strength fully expelled, even the corners of his mouth started to bleed.
So he proposed an immature suggestion.
"How about we each take a step back? You go back first and come again in another two hundred years. By then I will definitely treat you well."
This suggestion was probably really immature.
So much that the giant hand did not respond, but instead pressed down with even more force. Just this added force alone fractured the earth within tens of miles, spreading spiderweb-like cracks.
Chen Xia at the forefront naturally struggled even more, coughing out a large mouthful of blood. Staring at the giant hand before him, he also grew angry.
If you don't agree then don't agree, why suddenly add force?
You really take me for a soft persimmon to squeeze
Chen Xia gritted his teeth, his eyes bursting out with intense brilliant golden light. The golden light quickly spread, rushing toward his body.
In just a moment, he had become a golden arhat, riding the thousand-zhang yellow dragon, frantically charging toward the giant hand.
The giant hand started gushing blood, large and small wounds appearing on it. The terrifying pressure along with the blood loss weakened, as if it had lost its vitality.
Chen Xia grabbed the edge of the giant hand's fingernail with one hand, and fiercely tore out a thousands-of-miles long strip of flesh, yelling arrogantly,
"I'll carve barbs into your fingers!"
The scattered blood in the sky had yet to fall to the ground before being evaporated and dissolved amidst the terrifying aura of their battle, fusing into the heavens and earth.
The giant hand also seemed angry, no longer pressing down, but choosing to directly clap both hands together to thoroughly crush Chen Xia in its palm!
Chen Xia did not evade either, and just frantically charged toward the giant hand, wanting to dye the azure sky with the giant hand's blood!
From the distant sky, an arrogant and cold voice rang out.
"An ant dares to make trouble in my palm. I will use my palm to form the great Dao, destroying your soul and body, dispersing heaven and earth, without entering reincarnation!"
The several powerful beings in the sky were shocked, immediately speaking out.
"The presence of an Ascending Emperor!"
"Why has an Ascending Emperor from another plane come to harvest this little world's fortune?"
"Could it be he wants to raise this little world, reaping for thousands of years, eventually congealing it into a Dao treasure!"
The powerful beings guessed ceaselessly, but none of them dared to make a move now, afraid of the implications.
Let alone the hundred thousand year Yuan Ying Tribulation still brewing in the sky, just this Ascending Emperor's status was not someone they could casually provoke.
And if they went, under the suppression of this little world's current violent world will, their cultivation bases would at most reach the Golden Core peak.
In summary, they would be of little use, so they might as well remain observant.
To live or die, it was all up to this brat himself.
The hardness of one's fate, the ruthlessness of the great Dao's struggle, had always been so cruel and merciless, with no one to speak reason to you.
Was Chen Xia's fate hard?
If you asked him, he would certainly nod.
Because his luck had always been good, the fortune points he added weren't wasted.
He gritted his teeth, having already ignited his true samadhi flames. Right now he would show no mercy against this giant hand, directly charging and killing each finger.
The heavens quaked violently, the great Dao trembled, the entire little world shook from this battle.
Chen Xia fought more fiercely the more he fought. The seven-colored Golden Core in his body glimmered radiantly. He had not formed his Primordial Spirit, but his Golden Core lit up with another bright ray of light.
A golden light!
His Golden Core now had two distinct colors, bright white and golden yellow!
The bright white was the great Dao of time, the golden yellow was the true dragon's imagery.
He had fought until his whole body was bathed in blood, forcibly snapping off several dozens of miles of the small finger, beating the mountain-sized fingers into a bloody rain dispersing amidst heaven and earth.
The heavens and earth soaked by the bloody rain began emanating billowing spiritual qi, all things flourishing.
Chen Xia's own injuries were also heavy, his whole body's blood and qi churning, blood frequently flowing in reverse out of the corners of his mouth.
But when you see red, you won't care about your own injuries. Chen Xia now only had one thought.
To completely crush this giant hand into pieces!
The giant hand was also enraged, igniting its blood and qi power, wanting to completely crush this ant Chen Xia!
Mountains collapsed across the land, seas flooded and poured.
Countless bloody rain fell toward the mortal realm, turning into billowing spiritual qi permeating heaven and earth.
The common people blankly looked up at the sky, watching as the shadow covering their heads grew smaller and smaller until completely disappearing.
Yet the bloody rain still continued falling.
Chen Xia stood alone amidst heaven and earth, continuously panting. His whole body was drenched in blood, his strength completely depleted, his whole hand trembling.
In the sky, the eternal eyes that had silently watched the entire battle finally moved, gazing at Chen Xia without any other actions.
But the sky full of thunderclouds started howling, mountain-sized celestial thunder flashed, carrying killing intent as they prepared to crash down!
Chen Xia panted weakly, powerlessly looking at the dark clouds filling the sky. He made one final decision.
He added the fortune points he had just obtained into his luck stat.
Luck: ●●●●●●●●●●
He was going to start gambling with his life now.
Chen Xia stood straight, facing the celestial thunder in the sky with a calm expression, revealing one last smile.
The winds of fortune would blow from behind him.
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!
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.
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
