He casually tossed a strawberry into his mouth and asked offhandedly:
"This is how I see the Great Lord of Violet, but how do you see him?"
Vivian froze for a moment, then clasped her hands together in admiration and said: "The greatest ancestor, the one Vivian admires most!"
Lynn glanced at her from the corner of his eye and asked casually:
"If that's the case, I mean, hypothetically, if he were still alive, would you resent him for not taking care of his family for a thousand years?"
Vivian's eyes instantly lit up as she exclaimed: "Could it be that my ancestor is still alive? Where? Where?"
She looked around eagerly.
Smack—
Lynn gave her a knock on the head.
A bump immediately formed on Vivian's head, steaming.
"I said hypothetically!" Lynn closed his eyes and said: "Didn't you hear it was just a hypothesis?"
Vivian rubbed her head innocently and mumbled: "Hmm... if it's hypothetical, then of course I wouldn't resent him!"
Lynn paused, then asked bewildered: "Why?"
Vivian clasped her hands behind her back, poking at the cobblestones with her toes, and mumbled:
"Because the ancestor is the Great Lord of Violet, the strongest man on the entire continent! If he's still alive and hasn't come to see us, he must have his reasons!"
"Because daddy once said..."
She lifted her head, her expression turning serious as she looked at the dazed Lynn, clasping her hands together:
"The Violet family will wait forever and ever, even if only one person remains, even if only a weak little girl like me is left, we must never forget the glory of the Violet family!"
"The ancestor will return, and once again lead the Violet family to spread our glory to the ends of the world!"
She raised her tiny fist with all her might, waving it adorably at the sky.
"And then... slay the gods!!"
She shouted.
As if that tiny body contained an indescribable fighting spirit and power.
Though perhaps it was just due to her innocence, her young age, not truly understanding the meaning of those four words.
But when she shouted them out, that vigorous and energetic power was still deeply moving.
Lynn was stunned for a moment.
Then he burst out laughing, laughing so hard he held his stomach, laughing until tears came to his eyes.
There was some mockery in it.
But it was as if some heavy burden had suddenly been lifted.
He gently put the strawberry in his mouth, and when he bit into it, sweet juice burst forth.
"It will happen, I believe there will be such a day."
"Of course, please make sure you believe it too."
Lynn turned his head, his lips curling into a smile: "Gods can be killed."
Vivian was stunned and about to speak, but at that moment, fierce winds suddenly arose in the sky.
In that instant.
Vivian and the others watched in shock.
A beam of intensely bloody light suddenly burst forth from the huge crack in the sky.
That beam of light instantly fell outside Moonlily City.
A massive blood-colored gate, several times taller than even the highest tower in Moonlily City, slowly appeared before everyone.
Hum—
A terrifying aura seemingly from ancient times gushed forth from that bottomless crimson gate.
Vivian immediately showed indescribable fear and said:
"This... this is..."
"Blood Domain Demon Lord!!"
Outside the valley, Nanako and the others trembled and shuddered as they watched the massive spatial gate gradually forming outside Moonlily City.
Even their souls and very essence trembled in fear.
Blood Domain Demon Lord...
It finally appeared!!
Lynn casually tossed another strawberry into his mouth.
Then he strode forward, stretched his muscles, and said gently:
"But before slaying gods, we mustn't forget to train properly. However, seeing as you dared to speak those four words..."
Vivian was instantly shocked, staring blankly at this youth whose eyes had suddenly softened for just a moment.
Then under her gaze, that youth walked step by step toward the gate.
Crack—
Then he stopped.
Standing firmly facing that massive spatial gate, he rubbed his wrist and said:
"Let me give you a bit more courage."
My descendant.
In an instant.
The massive blood-colored gate twisted and expanded continuously.
As if something was frantically trying to emerge from within, desperately trying to enter this world.
The earth rumbled and shook, the sky's winds and clouds changed color.
Rolling waves of bloodthirst poured forth uncontrollably from that spatial gate.
And at this moment.
A giant hand, red as rotting mud, accompanied by ancient and heavy drumbeats, reached out from within that giant gate.
Gurgle—
Gurgle—
An overwhelming bloody stench swept forth.
Under the trembling gaze of everyone in the city.
A bloated, disgusting demon covered in flowing red flesh-mud gradually emerged from that spatial gate.
Then from that disgusting flesh-mud, face after face struggled to appear, eye after blood-colored eyeball emerged.
Roar—
A hoarse roar containing endless power, like countless people screaming and clawing at your ears.
And in the next moment.
This massive and twisted demon descended upon this world.
The Blood Domain Demon Lord.
Vivian retreated in terror, feeling crushed at the very soul just from a single glance.
This was an existence second only to the Monarch Level in the abyss.
And according to the "Brief History of the Abyss" written by the Great Lord of Violet.
The Blood Domain Demon Lord was a chaos being from the depths of the abyss dimension, twisted into existence after countless ages of absorbing countless flesh and souls.
This was a truly terrifying existence.
"So this is the domain that human Demigod once ruled..."
The countless faces on the Blood Domain Demon Lord emitted hoarse murmurs.
Its numerous independent eyeballs revealed mocking light.
"Though extremely foolish, I can't help but admire the courage to declare war against the gods."
And this time it personally descended here.
All for obtaining that crown the human Demigod once forged.
The crown itself meant nothing to it.
But what was inside was of great significance.
Because it was the supreme token needed to determine whether it could leap to become Monarch Level.
Half a divine core!
Whether demon or human, or any other being.
There was only one path to godhood.
That was to forge a divine core and rise against heaven.
But because it was a product of countless flesh, souls, and resentment, this meant it could not forge a divine core within itself through its own power, which directly restricted it to Demon Lord Level.
And if it wanted to leap to become a Monarch Level being.
The only way was to kill a Demigod and steal their half divine core.
But how difficult was it to slay a Demigod?
In comparison, seeking those Demigods who died in history and stealing their remaining half divine cores was relatively simpler.
Hehehehehe—
Countless giant mouths emitted heart-palpitating sneers.
A thousand years!
A full thousand years!
This was also the most recently deceased Demigod of this era.
His purpose lay in this.
Many people thought that when gods harvested these Demigods, they would take their half divine cores.
But only a few beings knew.
They were wrong.
Completely wrong!
The gods didn't care about these things at all.
What they wanted was only pure mystic source, the power of essence born when divine cores were nurtured.
And the remaining half divine cores would become bait.
Bait to tempt other beings to become Demigods.
Because only when more beings became Demigods could they satisfy their greedy and endless desires.

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

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.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”