"Xiyan!"
In that critical moment, Chen Shuo swiftly caught Su Xiyan as she fell.
However, unable to maintain his balance, Chen Shuo also stumbled and fell. As they went down, he managed to twist their positions mid-fall.
"Thud!"
As they hit the ground, Chen Shuo felt a sharp pain in his back.
"Huff!"
Chen Shuo let out a heavy breath. After carefully checking, he found that Su Xiyan had no injuries, which finally put his mind at ease.
Just as Chen Shuo was about to help Su Xiyan up from the ground, something caught his attention.
Where there had been no exit on his side before, now there was an open door.
A cold, sinister energy emanated from within the doorway, its immense power surprising even Chen Shuo.
How could it be this intense?
After helping Su Xiyan up and finding her a place to sit, he approached the door. The cold energy emanating from within spoke of great power.
Just as he had suspected, this secret cave wasn't created by Demon King Xiao Mingchen.
He hadn't realized it before, but someone else was behind this place's creation.
Sensing the powerful protective forces, Chen Shuo stepped inside.
A tremendous force crashed toward him like a tidal wave, but Chen Shuo merely flicked his sleeve, instantly dissipating the seemingly overwhelming energy.
This was a specially set barrier - anyone without proper authorization who tried to enter would perish instantly.
At least, that would be true for anyone below Demon King level, but Chen Shuo's power was far beyond what this barrier could handle.
For such a modest place to have such powerful protections, there must be many secrets hidden within.
With this thought in mind, Chen Shuo continued forward.
There was nothing else inside except for a massive stone coffin in the vast space. Complex runes were carved into its surface.
Precious gems adorned its edges, giving it both an extravagant and ancient appearance.
The sight alone commanded reverence - ordinary vampires would likely fall to their knees just looking at it.
However, someone of Chen Shuo's caliber could maintain his composure in the face of such pressure.
It seemed the secret must lie within this stone coffin. With this speculation in mind, Chen Shuo approached it.
As he reached the coffin, the ambient energy suddenly intensified dramatically.
It seemed to be rejecting Chen Shuo, trying to force him away.
But against absolute power, all resistance was futile.
Chen Shuo merely circulated his internal cold energy and lightly touched the coffin. The previously surging energy immediately began to subside until it completely quieted down.
Taking advantage of this moment of calm, Chen Shuo grabbed the coffin, but just as he was about to uncover its secrets, a gloomy voice interrupted him.
"Who are you? Why have you intruded upon this place?"
Chen Shuo paused and turned to look at the speaker.
Even in the darkness, Chen Shuo could clearly see the figure - a one-eyed man with a half-foot wide, worm-like scar on his face. Pus oozed from the wound along with fresh blood.
The sight alone was nauseating, and viscous fluid dripped from around his body, causing chemical reactions wherever it hit the ground.
Chen Shuo observed all this, particularly noting how the fluid corroded the ground where it fell.
The drops sizzled as they hit the ground, releasing faintly poisonous fumes.
This was the first time Chen Shuo had encountered such a vampire. Without hesitation, he opened his system interface and performed a complete scan.
[Name: Sang Biao]
[Race: Vampire (Mutant type, contains deadly poison)]
[Level: Demon King]
[Personality: Blood-thirsty and violent, grows stronger when enraged]
Well, well, a being that grows stronger with challenge. Chen Shuo couldn't help but marvel at this system analysis.
What surprised him more was finding another Demon King in this place.
He wondered why this Demon King hadn't appeared when Xiao Mingchen showed up earlier.
Perhaps this Demon King served a different purpose? His unique characteristics certainly intrigued Chen Shuo.
A mutant type - this was something beyond his current knowledge.
The only mutation he knew of was his own, granted by the system, which allowed him to exist without drinking blood.
But this Sang Biao's mutation was entirely physical, dramatically increasing his potential strength.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that despite being only at the Demon King level, if Sang Biao went all out, even a half-step Demon Saint might not be his match.
"You have three seconds to remove your filthy hands!"
Sang Biao roared, viscous fluid dripping from his mouth onto the ground, causing more smoke to rise.
Sensing the other's rage, Chen Shuo remained unmoved.
No matter how strong, he was still merely an ant. Chen Shuo didn't want to waste too much time with such an insect.
Originally, Chen Shuo had considered transferring Sang Biao's experience to Su Xiyan, but she was currently unconscious.
Moreover, this creature was highly dangerous - one wrong move could harm Su Xiyan.
After considering various factors, Chen Shuo decided to eliminate him on the spot.
With this thought, Chen Shuo's invisible pressure enveloped the surroundings.
He simply raised his hand and pressed downward forcefully.
A shriek rang out as Sang Biao collapsed to his knees in agony.
Sang Biao couldn't understand what had happened. In just one moment, before he could even act, he had lost all ability to resist.
"Who... who exactly are you?!"
Sang Biao shouted in rage, desperately trying to break free from Chen Shuo's pressure, but no matter how much he struggled, he remained helpless on the ground like a dog.
"You don't need to know who I am. I'm keeping you alive only because I want to know who you are, why you're here, and what secrets this place holds."
Chen Shuo asked coldly, sitting on the stone coffin while gradually increasing the pressure.
With each increase in pressure, Sang Biao's suffering intensified, and the poisonous fluid secreted from his body corroded the ground more severely.
"You... you won't get any information from me."
Sang Biao persisted through gritted teeth. Even as blood vessels burst in his eyes, he continued resisting Chen Shuo's pressure.
He couldn't fathom what kind of power could render him so helpless.
Such strength reminded him of his master... Could it be that this person before him possessed power equal to his master's?
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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.
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?!
