The dwindling luck has led to a situation where even quasi-Emperors are becoming increasingly rare in the Great Heaven.
Some keen individuals have specifically counted, and it is now estimated that there are fewer than ten thousand quasi-Emperors in the Great Heaven, while Emperors are even more scarce, with only fifty-three remaining, including those who have returned from the front lines with severe, incurable injuries.
These injured Emperors have debilitating after-effects that make their combat power even lower than some newly ascended Emperors.
Overall, the current state of the Great Heaven can be described as historically weak, reaching an all-time low.
As the Great Heaven weakens, the rise of the myriad worlds takes its place, with more and more Emperors emerging like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, eventually surpassing two hundred Emperors, a historical high.
The reason for the sudden vacancy of so many Emperor positions is known to the myriad worlds: it's because the Great Heaven fought against the Way of Heaven, resulting in the deaths of many Emperors.
But what does this have to do with the myriad worlds? They only know to rush and seize the Emperor positions.
As long as they can seize one, they will stand at the pinnacle of the myriad worlds, looking down upon countless others.
The heroes on the battlefield deserve to be remembered, but no one will remember them forever.
The Emperors who returned from the left front line have some camaraderie and sometimes gather to chat. When they talk about the front line, they inevitably mention Chen Xia.
The last scene they saw was Chen Xia, carrying a crimson wave that rivaled the Way of Heaven, colliding with the Way of Heaven, causing it to fall into its current dormant state.
Although the spiritual energy and opportunities have decreased, it is ultimately a good thing, as there is no longer any need to worry about the Way of Heaven's reckoning and overthrow.
There were too many unknown mysteries at the front line in its final moments, such as the sudden appearance of the Martial Emperor, or the mysterious figure whose combat power skyrocketed unlike Chen Xia but was indeed Chen Xia.
The surviving Emperors do not delve into these details, merely labeling the front line as the Way of Heaven Battlefield, forbidding any cultivators from investigating it.
Meanwhile, the only Five-Path Emperor of the Great Heaven chooses to guard the entrance to the Way of Heaven Battlefield, single-handedly holding back the entire dark disturbance, preventing any dark remnants from escaping.
The situation gradually stabilizes, indicating that there will be no more changes.
All the remaining star domains fall into silence.
In the Great Death Realm.
The Inner demon sits, his crimson eyes slowly opening, flickering faintly. Behind him, a pair of extremely white and narrow vertical pupils are fixed on him, accompanied by faint breathing sounds.
If one looks from the entire Great Death Realm, they can see a faint white figure coiled around the entire realm, resembling the image of a giant dragon looming over the world.
This is the Ancestral Dragon of Star Domains.
At the heart of the Ancestral Dragon's image, a figure in tattered green robes lies in slumber, Chen Xia.
Countless spiritual energies and luck from the Great Death Realm converge and pour into this figure, pulling up his aura.
This process has been ongoing for several thousand years, yet Chen Xia shows no signs of waking up. His body seems like an endless abyss, capable of absorbing whatever amount of spiritual energy is poured into it.
Fortunately, the Great Death Realm is now under the absolute control of the Inner Demon, and there are few places that need spiritual energy. The only ones requiring it are some cultivators who have ascended from Weixi Town's small world.
These cultivators, who have yet to reach the Heaven Mending Realm, do not need to be managed. A small amount of spiritual energy is enough for them.
It is also because the Inner demon prefers to let things develop naturally that these cultivators have yet to achieve the Heaven Mending Realm, nor can they contribute to the luck of the Great Death Realm.
The Inner demon sometimes thinks about this issue, but he always feels that it shouldn't be blamed on him; rather, these cultivators simply have too poor talent.
However, this has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. With fewer high-level cultivators in the star domain, all the spiritual energy can be used to nourish Chen Xia. Although no one knows when Chen Xia will wake up, nourishing him more certainly won't hurt.
Now, the Inner demon has also started to prepare his own plan. He wants to use this period when Chen Xia is in a deep sleep to truly manifest the fifth path for Chen Xia.
To create an independent Way of Heaven!
It's a bold idea, but the Inner demon is truly daring enough to attempt it. He wants to give the current Way of Heaven a taste of rebellion, and as long as he seizes enough interfaces, he will become the true Way of Heaven.
Moreover, now is the perfect time, as the Way of Heaven is in a dormant state, allowing him to act without restraint. By the time the Way of Heaven awakens, he might already be the master, ready to turn the tables and settle accounts with the Way of Heaven.
His primary target is the Immortal Realm, aiming to capture a major interface. However, he doesn't necessarily have to take over the entire Immortal Realm; he can start by occupying a small part and then expand to other interfaces, taking a piece of each, which would essentially mean he has a share in all the myriad worlds.
Once this is done, he will truly have the power to resist the Way of Heaven. If he then merges with the main body, he might even be able to replace the current Way of Heaven.
At that time, the entire myriad worlds will call out Chen Xia's name, with no one able to resist the main body, nor anyone capable of causing harm.
Thinking of this, the Inner demon can't help but smile, his face filled with pure joy.
Whenever it comes to the main body, he has never considered what might happen to himself. As long as it benefits the main body, he will do it.
In the legends of cultivators, the Inner demon is the most loyal to the main body, with some even willing to self-destruct for the main body.
To the Inner demon, this is perfectly normal.
Because loving oneself is eternal romance, and there is never anything wrong with it.

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!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.

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.”