At the Longevity Palace on Spirit Mountain.
Fang Que was currently teaching Ye Wangchuan the Sparrow Technique.
"Focus your mind, then channel your spiritual energy, using it to form a connection between yourself and the object you wish to manipulate with the Sparrow Technique..."
Beside them, Ye Wangchuan and Li Luo sat together, attentively watching Fang Que demonstrate the technique.
Just then.
Boom!
A dazzling blue light shot up into the sky.
Naturally, the three in the Longevity Palace turned to look.
Li Luo: "Uh, Ye Wangchuan. What's that about?"
Ye Wangchuan: "That's the Cave Heaven Formation. It's just a signal to indicate that a Cave Heaven has opened. The more dazzling the light, the more treasures are inside. The color of the light represents the entry requirements."
Li Luo: "Oh, I see. You know a lot, Ye Wangchuan. So, what does this blue light mean?"
Ye Wangchuan: "It means there are an extraordinary number of treasures, but only those at the third level or below can enter."
After explaining, Ye Wangchuan lowered his head in thought.
Only those at the third level or below can enter...
He had to go in and grab some treasures.
Ye Wangchuan was very confident in his abilities.
Since childhood, he had undergone rigorous combat training and was exceptionally skilled in the Ye Family Spear Art.
Moreover, coming from a wealthy family, Ye Wangchuan always had access to the finest spears suited to his current level of strength.
In fact, he had stockpiled thousands of the best spears available for his level.
The reason he emphasized "current level" was that higher-grade melee weapons were also heavier.
Thus, using spiritual or immortal weapons was out of the question for Ye Wangchuan.
Even so, Ye Wangchuan possessed terrifying combat prowess that allowed him to fight above his level.
And this was before he had even learned any divine techniques. Once he mastered the Sparrow Technique and carried a few explosive talismans, Ye Wangchuan estimated he could take on someone at the early third level.
Li Luo, on the other hand, had simpler thoughts.
Oh, a dungeon's opened. Loot awaits.
Although she couldn't take on third-level opponents, she could let Ye Wangchuan handle them!
Heh, using Ye Wangchuan as her tool—he fights, she loots.
Thinking about it made her giddy.
"Ah, that Cave Heaven? Not interesting at all."
Fang Que yawned, seemingly very familiar with the Cave Heaven.
Ye Wangchuan turned to Fang Que and asked,
"What do you mean?"
"Every time it opens, a bunch of people rush in, making a huge racket."
"I hope it's quieter this year. By the way, Ye Wangchuan and Li Luo, are you two planning to go in? Ye Wangchuan, maybe you should learn the Sparrow Technique first?"
Fang Que asked curiously.
Ye Wangchuan shook his head.
"I'd rather enter the Cave Heaven first. By the time I learn the Sparrow Technique, all the treasures might be gone."
"Alright then."
Fang Que didn't push further. Instead, she clapped her hands, summoning the giant sparrow.
Soon.
The giant sparrow carried the three of them to the entrance of the Cave Heaven.
The Cave Heaven appeared as a massive cave entrance, about five hundred meters in diameter.
Thick fog shrouded the entrance, making it impossible to see what lay inside.
Seeing the entrance like this, Li Luo's eyes sparkled, and she turned to ask,
"Master Fang Que, can you block the entrance so only Ye Wangchuan and I can go in and loot the treasures?"
"Don't even think about it. A large Cave Heaven like this requires a certain number of people to open. And there's more than one entrance—people from other regions might meet you inside."
After explaining, Fang Que turned to Ye Wangchuan.
"The Cave Heaven needs at least a thousand people to open, and it can hold up to a billion. While we wait, I'll teach you the Sparrow Technique."
"Alright."
Ye Wangchuan nodded and began learning the Sparrow Technique.
After about ten minutes of practice.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, an old man and a young man flew up.
It was Old Man Liu and Liu Han.
Upon arriving, Liu Han immediately noticed Ye Wangchuan diligently practicing the Sparrow Technique.
Instantly, he felt a deep respect for Ye Wangchuan.
Even now, Brother Ye is working so hard!
No wonder he's a 99th-tier genius—he must be training day and night without rest!
If even Brother Ye is this diligent, how can I afford to slack off?
With this thought, Liu Han turned to Old Man Liu.
"Father! Teach me the Liu Family Sword Art while we wait!"
"Huh? Oh, sure, sure."
Old Man Liu was a bit confused, but since his son was eager to learn, he had no reason to refuse.
Nearby.
Li Luo watched Ye Wangchuan and Liu Han practicing, her lips twitching.
Not wanting to stand out, she ran over to Ye Wangchuan's side and pretended to practice as well.
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Gathering a thousand people wasn't too difficult, but it wasn't exactly easy either.
After about an hour, over a thousand people had gathered on Spirit Mountain.
Since Spirit Mountain was located in the heart of Chang'an City, families who saw the light pillar had rushed to bring their juniors up the mountain.
Similarly, sects within and near Chang'an City had hurriedly sent their disciples over.
As for ordinary people without families or sects, they were out of luck.
Climbing a 100,000-meter-high mountain was no easy feat for the average person.
On Spirit Mountain.
The area near the Cave Heaven entrance was packed with people, a sea of faces.
And since many of these people were brought by their elders, who were mostly powerful cultivators, the mountain was now filled with fourth-level and above experts eyeing each other warily.
Most people just wanted to quietly wait for the juniors to enter the Cave Heaven.
After all, fighting would only bring trouble, not benefits.
But, as always, there were a few troublemakers.
"Hahaha! So many people! I'll devour you all and turn you into ghosts in my belly—Gah!"
A powerful sixth-level demonic cultivator didn't even finish his sentence before his body twisted and crumpled into a ball.
"If you want to fight, do it off my mountain. Go fight down below."
Fang Que spoke with a calm expression.
With a flick of her finger, she compressed the demonic cultivator's body and soul into a tiny meatball, burying it in the ground to nourish the mountain.
The onlookers gulped, quickly abandoning any thoughts of causing trouble.
Someone who could effortlessly kill a sixth-level cultivator—that white-haired loli's strength was unfathomable!
Moreover, sitting beside Fang Que was Old Man Liu, sipping tea.
Everyone in Chang'an knew that the Liu Family Patriarch was second only to that monster, Ye Zhentian.
"Ugh, I'm so tired..."
Four people groaned as they carried a sedan chair up the mountain.
On the chair was a large character: "Tang."
Clearly, it was someone from the Tang Family.
"Oh, the Cave Heaven hasn't opened yet? How lucky!"
A cheerful, youthful girl peeked out from the sedan chair, lifted her skirt, and quickly ran into the crowd.
With her arrival, the number of people at or below the third level finally reached a thousand.
The fog at the Cave Heaven entrance slowly began to dissipate...
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."
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
