The elites have emerged, so there's no need to inform the overlord of the Nine Mountains.
This relieved the elder of the Eighth Mountain, who went to investigate the Ten Thousand Mountain Range and saw three Great Emperors standing at the entrance, waiting in a daze. He asked in confusion,
"What are you doing? The elites have all come out, haven't they?"
“We’re waiting for Xu Zhen,” Wu Xi Great Emperor replied helplessly.
The elder of the Eighth Mountain looked around and asked again, puzzled, "Where's Xu Zhen?"
"Xu Zhen rushed in," Wu Xi Great Emperor pointed into the Ten Thousand Mountain Range, looking worried.
"What?!" This really caught the elder of the Eighth Mountain off guard. To think someone would just rush in like that—that's truly impressive.
Unable to do anything else, he had no choice but to wait with the three Great Emperors for Xu Zhen to come out.
Inside the Ten Thousand Mountain Range, due to the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, Xu Zhen couldn't fly and could only walk quickly on the ground, heading towards the central place mentioned by Little Light.
Along the way, there were some great demons nearby, but they didn't block Xu Zhen's path. Either they couldn't stop her, or they had received orders not to interfere.
Xu Zhen's steps were initially hurried, but the closer she got to the center, the slower she walked, until she dared not take another step forward.
She couldn't help but start thinking: What if the center of the Ten Thousand Mountain Range isn't who she thinks it is?
This thought grew bigger and bigger, pressing down on Xu Zhen, making it hard for her to breathe. She stopped her steps, standing at the edge of a lake, lowering her head to ponder.
Her contemplation didn't last too long. Xu Zhen lifted her head, suddenly stepping into the lake, staring directly at the figure sitting in the center. Her breath quickened as she called out,
"Chen Xia?!"
The figure slowly lifted its head, its crimson eyes flickering as it shook its head and denied,
"I'm not Chen Xia."
Xu Zhen was stunned, her expression suddenly turning lifeless. After a moment, she seemed to relax slightly and nodded to the Inner demon, saying,
"You're indeed not Chen Xia. You're his Inner demon, right?"
"Correct," the Inner demon stood up, meeting Xu Zhen's gaze. Its crimson eyes glowed as it said to her,
"The main body can't let go of you, but I have nothing to say to you."
"Where's Chen Xia?" Xu Zhen pressed further, her eyebrows, like twin blades, furrowed sharply.
The Inner demon replied, "He's in a safe place, asleep. He was injured and won't wake up anytime soon."
"How did he get injured? Who hurt Chen Xia?" Xu Zhen's tone sharpened, carrying a hint of killing intent.
The Inner demon looked at her, disdainfully shaking its head, "Why are you so worked up? You can't help the main body anyway. Telling you who hurt him won't make a difference. You can only watch."
The logic was sound, and Xu Zhen had no rebuttal. She pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment before asking,
"At least let me know how Chen Xia got injured, right?"
"And what good would that do?" the Inner demon replied disdainfully, but it pointed a finger at the lake, causing ripples to spread across the surface, gradually forming a scene.
It depicted a massive city, suspended in the void, with countless star domains forming its walls, facing off against an unknown entity above.
The scene zoomed in, revealing Chen Xia's figure.
Xu Zhen's eyes immediately locked onto Chen Xia.
"Your move isn't aggressive enough. You should take two of his rooks with a big step forward."
"But I can only move one step at a time, Chen Saint."
"Take one first, then take back your move and take the other. You're so slow." Chen Xia instructed.
The opposing saint was confused, not understanding Chen Xia's logic. It seemed that Chen Xia could take back his own moves but not the opponent's.
Xu Zhen couldn't help but smile at this, thinking that Chen Xia was still the same as she remembered.
The scene shifted from daily life to a high point where dark remnants attacked, rushing towards the city walls.
Chen Xia drew his immortal sword, unyielding, and charged into the heart of the dark remnants, his sword intent flaring.
At this sight, Xu Zhen clenched her hands, worrying for Chen Xia.
The lake's imagery depicted the final battle at the front lines.
There were lives lost, and goodbyes said.
Saints perished one after another, and even quasi-Emperors couldn't save their lives. The saints of the Blue Sky Sword Sea returned.
Only Chen Xia remained on the city wall, like a stubborn pine, weathering all the storms.
He never retreated, guarding the wall alone, until the final battle of the final battle.
Four Great Emperors shattered the wall, crashing into Chen Xia.
His body fell abruptly, blood splattering, and his consciousness dispersed.
Xu Zhen's heart tightened, deeply worried as she watched the scene.
Then came the Dao-seeking Ancestral Dragon, becoming a four-path quasi-Emperor, and charging up after a duel with Yan Zi, directly challenging the Heavenly Dao!
What a magnificent sight!
Even Xu Zhen, who was worried, felt a vague sense of pride for Chen Xia.
But Chen Xia clearly didn't defeat the Heavenly Dao. His figure fell again, marking the final clash.
He spat out the Past and Future Method.
The future Chen Xia emerged, clashing with the Heavenly Dao, causing it to fall into a slumber.
And what about Chen Xia?
He fell like a withered petal, disappearing without a trace.
This was the final scene.
Xu Zhen's heart ached terribly, and even her usually cold and proud demeanor couldn't hold back her small sobs.
"That's the whole picture. Chen Xia is now in a safe place, asleep, and doesn't know when he'll wake up. You don't need to worry," the Inner demon said softly.
Xu Zhen nodded slightly, understanding. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and asked,
"Can I go see Chen Xia?"
"It's best not to. If you go, the karma will attach to that place, and it won't be safe anymore," the Inner demon replied.
Xu Zhen understood and waved her hand, no longer speaking to the Inner demon, turning to leave.
The wind was cold at this moment, and Xu Zhen's heart was filled with guilt. She realized that in places she didn't know, Chen Xia had been so lonely and had to bear such immense pressure.
The wind blew the leaves away.
Xu Zhen looked up, realizing that autumn had arrived. It was time for her to leave.
Being a quasi-Emperor wasn't enough; she would become a Great Emperor.
One path wasn't enough; she would take two, and if two weren't enough, then three.
In any case, she would use all her strength to help Chen Xia become the first person above the heavens and throughout history!
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
