"Stop!"
At that moment, Sun Li suddenly halted his movements, raising his palm and shouting loudly.
With an excited expression, he continued, "Do you feel it? The pulse of a treasure!"
Hearing this, the others quickly stopped what they were doing and focused intently, sensing the surroundings.
Soon, their eyes lit up one after another.
"I—I feel it!"
"Yes, yes! I feel it too!"
Excited voices rose among the group.
"Hahaha!"
Sun Li laughed heartily, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Judging by the intensity of this pulse, we’re only a few zhang away now."
"Last time, that black box was snatched by some freak who showed up out of nowhere. Now that the freak’s gone, I refuse to believe another one will pop up."
"Regardless, this treasure beneath us—the Three Lives Sect will claim it without fail!"
"The Three Lives Sect will claim it!"
"Without fail!"
The crowd echoed in unison, their morale soaring.
After the rallying cries, they resumed their work with even greater fervor.
Before long, the last few zhang of earth were cleared away.
By now, the pit stretched over two hundred zhang deep. Looking up, only a sliver of sky was visible.
Elder Sun Li himself took up a shovel.
With one decisive strike, a sword hilt was unearthed.
"Hiss—"
The moment the hilt was revealed, Sun Li sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock.
The others also dropped their tools, staring intently at the partially exposed hilt.
"Such—such an overwhelming aura!"
"Indeed! This must be a peerless divine sword. I can’t even bring myself to look at it too closely."
"Exactly. It radiates an indescribable pressure."
As they murmured among themselves, their gazes turned to Sun Li. Unable to hold back, they asked, "Elder Sun, can you tell what rank this sword is?"
Sun Li studied it with grave focus.
Though he desperately wanted to identify the sword’s rank, he soon realized its power surpassed his knowledge.
He shook his head.
Seeing that even Sun Li couldn’t recognize it, the group felt a mix of disappointment and even greater excitement.
"Though we don’t know what sword this is, one thing is certain—this blade is the reason this area remains untouched by the Black Domain’s influence!"
Sun Li declared with delight. "And once the Three Lives Sect possesses it, the Black Domain will be nothing to us!"
Hearing this, the group grew even more exhilarated.
Even disregarding the sword’s combat potential, its ability to repel the Black Domain alone made it a supreme treasure for any sect.
After all, the Black Domain, shrouded in dark mist, concealed countless ruins of former sacred grounds—along with untold treasures buried within.
Yet for these hidden sanctuaries and relics, most sects could only fantasize.
Even a supreme expert at the Dao-Proving Realm couldn’t fully resist the Black Domain’s corruption. At best, they could endure slightly longer within its bounds.
Though spirit ships could traverse the Black Domain, the cost of doing so was exorbitant.
Take Zhao Qi and his group, the first to discover the Nine Realms—their spirit ship’s journey was only possible because the major sects of the Heavenly Domain pooled their resources to sustain it.
But with this sword?
No need to worry about the Black Domain’s hazards or resource consumption. They could assemble elite teams and plunder any corner of the Black Domain at will.
"Hahaha! With this sword, the Three Lives Sect will endure eternally. Forget this backwater—soon, the entire Heavenly Domain will bow to us!"
"And with enough resources, our sect could even give rise to a Saint!"
Sun Li’s excitement grew as he threw his head back in laughter, his hands raised triumphantly.
The others, too, grinned from ear to ear.
"Elder Sun, in that case, let’s claim the sword at once!"
"Yes, yes! We must take it now—no time for delays!"
Impatience burned in their voices.
"Good! I’ll draw the sword now!"
Sun Li understood the risks of delay. Channeling his vital energy, he stepped cautiously toward the hilt.
His expression solemn, he reached out and grasped it.
The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, the terrifying power within surged against his palm, deepening his grin.
"Sword—come forth!"
Planting his feet firmly, he roared and yanked with all his might, attempting to pull the sword free from the earth.
"Huh?"
"Why won’t it budge?"
His face flushed red with exertion, veins bulging—yet the sword remained immovable.
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
