The Blue Sky Sword Sea was peaceful.
So peaceful that nothing noteworthy had happened for hundreds of years.
The Eight Saints of Azure Sky became increasingly mysterious, until not even a whisper of news about them remained.
Cultivators only knew that Chi Yu, the current vice-leader of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, still showed signs of activity, while there was no news of the other saints.
New disciples and elders would first encounter the White Emperor at the entrance, who had connections to the saint of Emperor Capital.
Some said the White Emperor was a spirit pet raised by the saint of Emperor Capital, which was quite an intriguing notion.
However, the White Emperor did have a pleasant disposition, greeting both elders and disciples warmly whenever they passed through.
Disciples would politely return his greetings, sometimes even chatting with him and offering gifts.
This would make the White Emperor feel quite honored, his face beaming with smiles.
Of course, not every disciple was so courteous. Some of noble birth and exceptional talent would treat the White Emperor poorly, calling him the old door-keeping dog.
After years of torment from Emperor Capital, the White Emperor had lost his temper long ago. Being called a door-keeping dog was fine - at least it was better than being tortured.
His temperament had become so mild now, thoroughly reformed by Emperor Capital's conditioning.
Besides the White Emperor, known to all as the old door-keeping dog of Blue Sky Sword Sea, the rising stars were the newly appointed elders Zhou Jia and Bai Lu.
These two indeed possessed extraordinary talent. Zhou Jia was originally the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, essentially a subordinate of Blue Sky Sword Sea, and was considered the most highly regarded prodigy of this era.
Some said Zhou Jia's talent was equivalent to one and a half emperor candidates, with becoming a quasi-saint as her lower limit. The Great Zhou Dynasty must be pinching themselves over producing such a prodigy.
Bai Lu had no background, being a lone wolf, but his talent in the Way of Chess was extraordinary. Having already entered the Dao, as long as his cultivation path remained smooth, achieving sainthood was certain.
With these two prodigies, Blue Sky Sword Sea had essentially secured two future saints.
Among the disciples, several emperor candidates dominated the scene, with some already becoming inner disciples. One had reached the third layer of the Ocean-Overturning realm, deemed the foremost prodigy of the next generation.
Though everything seemed prosperous, Blue Sky Sword Sea still lacked an air of true magnificence.
Perhaps it was due to the absence of the Eight Saints.
But beyond the Eight Saints, an even more important figure was missing.
Missing the true soul of Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The Great Heaven faced judgment from the Heavenly Dao, unknown to the All Heavens World.
Thus, the All Heavens World remained in chaos with various realms battling each other. Among them, the Vast Emperor rose suddenly, using his battle divine abilities ruthlessly, even suppressing two realms at once.
The Vast Emperor could be considered one of the leaders in this inter-realm warfare.
After all, the premise was that the Vast Emperor would attack other realms first.
When an emperor went to question the Vast Emperor about his reasons for fighting,
The Vast Emperor pointed at that emperor's nose and scornfully shouted,
"Ask again and I'll fight you too!"
It was all about might makes right, which was one reason why the realm wars could break out.
Though this was a reason, it wasn't the main one.
The main reason was that the greater realms got involved, wanting to expand this war and reshape the structure of all realms.
As for the Heavenly Dao's judgment of the Great Heaven?
It wasn't their concern. Even if they knew about it, they wouldn't care. They actually hoped the entire Great Heaven would face judgment, creating more emperor positions for them to fill with their own.
Though the All Heavens World was connected, it was never truly unified.
Not to mention that the Heavenly Dao now vaguely separated all realms.
At the intersection between realms.
The Martial Emperor sat guard, his expression calm, unhurried, seemingly waiting - waiting for the Heavenly Dao's judgment to fall, and waiting for someone.
After an unknown time.
A child wearing loose Daoist robes appeared, with an oversized head and constantly moving eyes, smiling at the Martial Emperor.
"Hehe, the Ancestor said that for this heaven-switching operation, he wants an extra tenth of the Heavenly Dao, otherwise he won't help."
"Negotiating terms with me when the Heavenly Dao is about to collapse?" The Martial Emperor slightly frowned.
"Hehe, the Ancestor knows you're invincible in battle, that's why he dares to negotiate terms now. Don't be hasty, the Ancestor said whether you take five-tenths or four-tenths is the same, you'll still be the strongest anyway."
The robed child smiled, his face full of playfulness.
The Martial Emperor's expression returned to calm, and he asked again: "Then why didn't he come to tell me this himself?"
The child replied mischievously: "The Ancestor knows that if he dared to say this to your face, you'd definitely beat him half to death, so he sent me to die instead."
"He thought this through well." The Martial Emperor nodded, his finger already placed on the child's forehead, where brilliant golden light contained all the martial fortune of the All Heavens World.
The child's smile became frenzied as he laughed loudly.
"Legend says the Martial Emperor is invincible in heaven and earth, the original supreme being, almost equal to the Heavenly Dao itself. Is this true?!"
His smile quickly stopped as his entire body vanished. His quasi-emperor cultivation offered no resistance as he turned to dust scattered in the world.
The Martial Emperor stood in the universe, lightly shaking his finger, his expression still calm as he spoke softly.
"How could I let a worthless being who just became supreme not long ago ruin hundreds of thousands of years of planning."
The All Heavens World only knew there were three supreme beings.
Yet they didn't know that the other two supreme beings combined weren't enough to match the Martial Emperor alone.
The Martial Emperor's way was the most powerful battle dao in the All Heavens World, unmatched throughout history.
Now the Martial Emperor had seen someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, though they hadn't grown up yet, but it should be soon.
"Four-path Great Saint, after the frontline battle passes, should be able to advance to quasi-emperor, then wait some years, wait for six paths, wait for emperor, then supreme being."
"By then, this mighty Heavenly Dao will cease to exist."
"I will personally create..."
"An equal world."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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!
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
