Chen Xia wasn't sure how many times the Past and Future Method could be used.
He only felt that this might be the last time.
Because it really hurt.
It was as if his soul and flesh were being drained and stuffed into the timeline all at once. The cost was more severe than any previous use of the Past and Future Method.
He suddenly opened his eyes, standing on the waves, facing an endless sea.
A figure stood in the center of the clear sea surface.
Unable to make out the face or sense the soul, he couldn't tell who it was, only that they were looking at each other.
"How old are you?" asked the figure on the sea.
"Thirty thousand," Chen Xia answered.
The figure nodded calmly, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly said,
"Almost every Chen Xia who has used the Past and Future Method meets me. I exist at the end of time, waiting for each one of you."
Chen Xia frowned, "That's quite mystical, isn't it?"
"Not mystical," the figure shook its head and replied, "Because I am you yourself, your true self, you from five hundred thousand years in the future."
His blurry, illusory face became clearer, appearing on the sea surface, but he didn't look like Chen Xia from five hundred thousand years later. Instead, he resembled the young Chen Xia at twenty years old.
"This might be the last time," he said softly, reaching out his right hand towards Chen Xia, gently tapping as if touching his brow, speaking softly,
"Go and see yourself five hundred thousand years from now."
The waves rolled and instantly calmed.
No movement, no figure, no waves, not even the sea.
Endless lights of time illuminated at the door of the small house, broader than the entire realm, reaching straight up to the highest of all heavens!
Across all realms.
The emperors all looked up, frowning as they gazed into the distance, their minds shaken, all guessing which terrifying power it could be. Such a disturbance would require at least four emperor-level entities to start.
For such an ancient monster who hadn't shown themselves in ages to appear now, what kind of terrifying battle must be taking place!
At the connection between all heavens and all realms, Chen Jiu stood quietly, looking down towards the direction of the realm, his eyes showing curiosity as he nodded and smiled lightly.
"Let me see just how high your limit can go."
As the supreme being, this was one of his rare moments of curiosity.
Within the realm.
All cultivators felt the realm tremble once, but couldn't discern the reason.
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor used his mountain and river umbrella to protect the people of the Heavenly Rain Realm, frowning as he looked towards the Way of Heaven.
Above the Way of Heaven, he vaguely saw something, but it was too blurry to make out clearly.
What could it be?
He would soon find out.
Boom!
An immense pressure swept in, causing the entire realm to sink.
A huge fist formed from the stars in the sky had actually pierced through the Way of Heaven!
This fist was about a third the size of the entire realm.
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor's face was shocked. Following the starry fist upwards, he saw through the gap in the Way of Heaven a sight that shook him to his core.
Outside the high heavens, there stood a massive figure condensed from the great dao, its form even vaster than the realm, existing in the void. Just its lowered gaze cast a shadow that could cover the entire realm!
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor swallowed hard, imagining this being could crush the entire realm with a casual pinch.
The question was, who exactly was this mighty one?
He couldn't come up with an answer, didn't dare to keep looking, and dared even less to think about it.
After the star-formed giant hand smashed through the Way of Heaven, it actually pulled back, forcefully yanking back the descending heavenly retribution, pulling it towards the outside of the sky.
Extreme dominance!
This was the only conclusion the onlookers could draw. Never before in history had they seen a cultivator dare to treat the Way of Heaven like this!
The Way of Heaven also grew angry, and from high above, even more intense divine light shot down, like pillars of heaven, seemingly intent on slaying the giant figure.
Chen Xia looked up, waving his other hand. The mere pressure from this wave shook the realm. He raised his hand high, forcefully grasping the divine light that could annihilate ordinary emperors, clutching it all in his palm, then suddenly clenched, completely shattering the divine light.
The Way of Heaven was thwarted in his hands!
The Shanshui Quasi-Emperor no longer knew how to express his shock, witnessing the most astonishing scene of his life.
This was the realm, and although it would suppress the Way of Heaven, if the Way of Heaven truly descended, even an emperor couldn't resist like this!
The giant figure seemed not yet satisfied. Both hands reached out simultaneously, completely pulling back the heavenly retribution, lifting it to the void, forcefully tearing apart the Way of Heaven's judgment, transforming it all into dao opportunities, and absorbing them entirely into his body.
"Blasphemy, this is truly blasphemy!"
Throughout history, they had only heard of the Way of Heaven judging cultivators, never of someone able to judge the Way of Heaven!
At the highest point of all realms.
Chen Jiu's expression was surprised; he hadn't expected such an outcome either. Suddenly he looked up towards the distance, his brow slightly furrowed.
"It's really going to get angry now, have to hurry."
He pressed his hand on the void before him and said in a deep voice,
"Raise the formation."
Throughout all realms, numerous realm formations lit up, similar to the one in this realm, beginning to suppress the Way of Heaven.
Chen Xia's battle didn't last much longer. He had torn the Way of Heaven to shreds, absorbing it all into his body. Whether this was good or bad was unclear, but with so many opportunities, it would be a waste not to take them.
He stood tall in the void, looking down at the utterly shattered realm below.
Beneath were many tiny figures.
Some familiar, some unfamiliar.
His body's energy began to churn, his heart lake dried up, his divine sense depleted.
Some say these are the symptoms of a cultivator near death, indicating there's no hope left.
He wasn't sure either.
The stars began to disperse, the giant figure gradually disappearing among them.
He was falling.
Continuously, endlessly.
He fell into the realm.
Countless streams of spiritual energy supported him, slowly lowering him from the upper to the middle layer.
Spiritual energy seeped into his heart lake, the will of the realm surged into his body.
Embracing him.
The realm now had no formation core.
Chen Xia, who had torn apart and absorbed the Way of Heaven, became the best formation core.
He landed steadily, lying peacefully.
He became the last, and only, formation core of the realm.
He was at the center.
He was the realm.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
