[Urban cultivation] [high-martial world] [urban superpowers] [multiple heroines] [school beauties][myriad realms] [interstellar]

Li Mubai grew up living with his master in the deep forest, surrounded by wild beasts and venomous snakes. It wasn’t until he was fourteen that he learned his master was about to undergo the Golden Core Tribulation and leave Earth.

Since Earth lacks spiritual energy but is filled with Yin-Yang energy, the "Yin-Yang Dragon Phoenix Art" is a divine-level dual cultivation technique—it is the only path to cultivation in a place devoid of spiritual energy. Dual cultivation has become an indispensable method for cultivating immortality here.

Li Mubai and the village girl Zhang Fengyi grew up together as childhood sweethearts, cultivating and growing side by side…

My soul soared into the void, entering the vast world of the Investiture of the Gods. Eight hundred lords vied for the universe, and those destined for the Investiture of the Gods were among them; my name is Song Feng, my father is an extraordinary man; my uncle is Jiang Shang, courtesy name Ziya, also known as Flying Bear; wielding a golden whip, I control the Investiture of the Gods, and though the stars of the heavens are numerous and the gods and men are countless, I too will not lose my divine position.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

A sword cultivator must be pure.

Love must be exclusive.

One sword by my side, one love for a lifetime.

No matter the mountains and rivers, no matter the realm—slaying immortals, vanquishing demons, killing gods, cleaving the heavens—I will only follow my path, and I will only search for her, my one true love...

In the Dharma-ending Age, cultivators fought over food like hyenas. Gu Chang'an found only a broken bronze basin in the Misty Swamp, a place of burial.

The seven star-shaped jade beads at the bottom of the basin had lost their luster. In his desperate situation, he unexpectedly activated a precious energy, causing the only century-old Blood Spirit Mushroom in the basin to split in two! Using this as bait, he used the fangs of a demonic beast to turn the tables and kill his powerful enemy. He turned the tide of the battle, and the star-shaped jade beads at the bottom of the basin lit up with the first eerie blood-red light—the Crimson Jade First Ignition.

This basin is called the "Seven Stars Treasure Basin," and its power is extraordinary: by consuming precious energy, it can infinitely replicate the treasures within the basin; it can also turn stone into gold and upgrade all things! The seven stars outside the basin are the mouths that devour the precious energy of heaven and earth.

Gu Chang'an thought he had stumbled upon a stroke of luck, and his path to immortality would be smooth sailing from then on. He copied elixirs, upgraded magical treasures, and his cultivation soared. However, the cold, ancient inscription "Xuanji" in the basin, like a leech, quietly led him to the terrifying secrets left behind by Xuanji Zi, the first master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.

See introduction?

It’s small, the pattern is small!

In theory, you can't guess how my plot will develop.

[Xu Zhe] Interpretation: A very self-disciplined and honest person, the last pure one in the world of immortal cultivation, the last hope of mankind!

After entering the world of cultivation, Gong Zhuang originally intended to expand his power through the profits he earned from dungeon raids! But the problem quickly arose: what should he do with all his spoils? Ant Realm—hiding here and there, shooting and moving! Daoist Fellow Realm—negotiating with all parties, cleansing the boat! Senior Realm—why should I explain my actions to you? When he finally reached the pinnacle of this realm, he saw the countless Dao Lords and expressed his heartache. "Ask me to ascend?" "But you won't even honor me as the Supreme Saint Master!"