The sound of explosions rumbled endlessly. Meng Ling's starry eyes lightly trembled as she looked at Ye Xiu.
This brat really is an anomaly.
From the moment Meng Ling first saw Ye Xiu, he was nonchalant and lazy. She had thought he needed more training, but afterwards, the news she heard was that he cultivated as easily as drinking water. His martial arts, state of mind, and more - things that would take others a great amount of time to comprehend, he grasped within a few short days.
Everything was far beyond her expectations, including now.
One must know that although he had comprehended the first layer of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art, the might of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art was not just the one million catties of power. Rather, it came from the fusion of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art and the Star Saint Body. Only when those two fused could the fearsome might of the Star Saint Body and Myriad Star Tianyuan Art explode forth.
The reason she had not given Ye Xiu the second layer of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art yet was because she hoped he could fully control the power of one hundred stars first. Only then could he cultivate the second layer. Otherwise, it would be like trying to run before learning how to walk - lacking in foundation. She had originally thought that even with Ye Xiu's talents, he would need at least a month. But now it seemed she had vastly underestimated Ye Xiu's capabilities.
However, Meng Ling did not overtly reveal her thoughts. Her jade hand flipped over and a black scroll emerged in her palm.
Since you've already grasped control over the power of one hundred stars, I shall impart the second layer of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art to you.
Ye Xiu accepted the scroll for the second layer, extremely excited. He had been worrying about how to further increase his strength.
Elder Sister Meng Ling is really helping me in my time of need. Ye Xiu said with a smile as he put away the scroll.
Looking at Ye Xiu, Meng Ling spoke seriously: The Myriad Star Tianyuan Art only has three layers total.
The first layer is one hundred stars. The second layer is nine hundred and ninety stars. In other words, once you cultivate the second layer to completion, your star origin will contain one thousand stars. As for the third layer, you should know - nine thousand stars.
Each layer of the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art brings different levels of power from the stars. For example, for this second layer you now hold, each star will contain thirty thousand catties of power.
When Meng Ling finished speaking, Ye Xiu's mouth hung wide open. That was a full three times the power of the first layer!
Meng Ling nodded. However, don't think that cultivating the second layer will be as easy as the first. Even I spent a hundred years fully comprehending the second layer.
One must know, when Meng Ling cultivated the first layer, she had only spent three years. That was already the shortest time ever for anyone cultivating the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art, apart from its creator. But Ye Xiu truly had not expected that with Meng Ling's talents, she had actually spent a hundred years cultivating the second layer.
Of course, Meng Ling did not want to discourage Ye Xiu. She continued, However, with your talents, ten years should be sufficient to fully comprehend the second layer.
Ten years to master the second layer would already be godspeed.
But Ye Xiu shook his head in dissatisfaction. Elder Sister Meng Ling, you underestimate me too much. Ten years is too long. One year minimum, three years maximum, mastering the second layer will be easy.
Hearing these words, Meng Ling's starry eyes trembled slightly. Not that she didn't believe him, but that was simply impossible.
Meng Ling admonished, Do not aim too high and become arrogant. Keep yourself grounded. Although your achievements so far are remarkable, once you become proud and lose your original determination, it's very possible you'll ruin yourself.
Arrogance and pride are the greatest taboos for cultivators.
A bright, resolute light shone in Ye Xiu's eyes. Elder Sister Meng Ling, if you don't believe me, I will prove it. I, Ye Xiu, will definitely accomplish this!
Ye Xiu naturally had faith in himself. After all, who knew better than he did that he had cheats? With his all-seeing perspective, something as minor as the Myriad Star Tianyuan Art was nothing, no matter how incredible it was, compared to his bullshit cheats.
Meng Ling did not say anything more. Her starry eyes looked seriously at Ye Xiu before she spoke, There is the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting coming up that I have heard you mention.
Ye Xiu's eyes shifted. That old fart Bei Mo Han did mention it today.
What is it, Elder Sister Meng Ling? Ye Xiu asked.
Why did you suddenly bring up the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting?
Ye Xiu asked curiously.
Meng Ling slowly said, The Hundred Continents Grand Meeting is a grand occasion jointly held by the two continents. For our Celestial Origin Saint Palace, this time's meeting is also extremely important.
Ye Xiu's eyes lit up as he continued listening to Meng Ling speak. I hope you can participate in this Hundred Continents Grand Meeting.
You are our only disciple. Your talents are certainly remarkable now.
But you need to face the truly outstanding talents from outside.
Are they very strong? Ye Xiu asked.
Meng Ling nodded. Compared to our Celestial Origin Saint Palace's disciples, they are much stronger.
Ye Xiu quickly laughed, Elder Sister Meng Ling wants me to grow up quickly, right?
Meng Ling nodded again. Yes, yes.
Only when you swiftly become stronger can we feel more at ease. Understand?
Everything still relies on you yourself.
You need to see the outside world and those real geniuses.
As for the Celestial Origin Saint Palace, it is merely your starting point.
Ye Xiu grinned, baring his pearly white teeth.
I knew Elder Sister Meng Ling cared about me.
However, Meng Ling did not say anything more. A starry river emerged before her at the edge of the cliff. Meng Ling lightly stepped onto it.
Elder Sister Meng Ling, you're leaving just like that? Ye Xiu said somewhat disappointedly. He had wanted to hug her some more.
Standing atop the starry river, Meng Ling looked at Ye Xiu and said, Ye Xiu.
You fight in the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting not only for the Celestial Origin Saint Palace's honor, but also on behalf of us nine.
If you can clinch the championship at the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting, I will announce to the entire world that you are the disciple of us Tianyuan Nine Immortals. Also, after the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting, you can return to the Tianyuan Nine Immortal Palace to cultivate.
As for the specifics of the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting, you can ask Master Mo. He will tell you.
After speaking, the massive starry river shot towards the heavens, vanishing into the night sky like a glittering meteor.
Hearing this, Ye Xiu was greatly impacted.
Although he didn't know exactly what the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting was, since Elder Sister Meng Ling spoke of it, it was definitely very important.
What Elder Sister Meng Ling said also made sense.
Clinching the championship at the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting was not only for the Celestial Origin Saint Palace, but also for the nine fairy sisters.
He was the disciple of the nine fairy sisters. How could he not take the championship!
I must clinch the championship! Ye Xiu's eyes shone brilliantly.
Also, at that time, with the nine fairy sisters announcing before everyone in the world that he was the disciple of the Tianyuan Nine Immortals, and that he could return to the Tianyuan Nine Immortal Palace to cultivate, how could he not be excited?
Ye Xiu returned to the palace and looked at Master Mo, saying directly, Master Mo, I want to participate in the Hundred Continents Grand Meeting. Furthermore, I must take the championship!!
Hearing this, Master Mo's originally faintly smiling expression instantly became grave.
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?!
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.
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.
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."
