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.
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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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
