This was a glorious era.
In just a few years, a continuous stream of peerless prodigies rose to prominence.
Various precious physiques and rare Dao souls, once highly sought after, were now as common as white radishes, found everywhere for free. These peerless prodigies were exceptionally intelligent, growing at an astonishing rate.
In just a few years, they dominated their respective regions, achieving in a short time what others took hundreds or even thousands of years to accomplish. They rose steadily, looking down on all others.
Striking fear into the hearts of countless veteran powerhouses.
Dreading that they might be next. Truly, each new generation of Amon-Ra surpassed the last.
Yorn. Ye was also one of those rising prodigies, and he was far ahead in the first echelon.
In all the world, those who could compare to him could be counted on one hand.
In this golden age of prodigies, not only were the old powerhouses wary, but Yorn. Ye himself felt a deep sense of apprehension.
He even felt exhausted. The competition was too fierce.
Even with the system activated and an unmatchable advancement speed, Yorn. Ye felt a profound sense of crisis and urgency. Those guys were too strong.
A moment of complacency would lead to being surpassed.
In previous years, his unparalleled dominance had offended many; once defeated, he would face unimaginable retaliation.
Yorn. Ye could only find ways to improve his cultivation, even resorting to unscrupulous means. There was no other way; the system's tasks were right there.
Without completing them, he couldn't quickly grow stronger.
Of course, he could choose to cultivate slowly, as before.
But after experiencing rapid leveling, he truly couldn't go back to slow cultivation. The higher the level, the harder the cultivation.
Often requiring hundreds or even thousands of years of secluded cultivation.
Completing system tasks, with just a 'ding,' he could see his progress and obtain various elixirs, cultivation techniques, and life souls that other Amon-Ra envied and resented.
If he didn't grow stronger, other Amon-Ra would. They would just keep suppressing him.
Having reached this point, he had no other choice.
Even if the system's personal advancement wasn't as significant as before, completing a task still granted a speed of improvement unimaginable to those Amon-Ra who cultivated slowly. The sun set, the last rays of evening glow as vibrant as blood.
Just like this prosperous era.
Having reached a certain realm, he also gained a deeper understanding of the changes in the world's vital energy.
Extremes breed decline.
Behind this glorious era, there might be an age of spiritual decline requiring thousands or tens of thousands of years of dormancy. The increasing appearance of prodigies was a good thing.
But their existence also divided the spiritual energy of the world.
Rising was like thousands of soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge; those who made it through would find vast skies, while those who didn't would become ordinary.
Yorn. Ye stood on a high mountain outside Barren City. This place was adjacent to the Fierce Beast Mountains.
From time to time, giant beasts roared, their sounds shaking the heavens and earth.
Ancient divine birds soared across the sky, tearing through the void.
Even medicine kings emerged, emitting brilliant divine light, attracting countless savage beasts to fight.
Not far from him was a majestic giant city, vast in area, none other than Barren City. The buildings stretched endlessly, extending to the horizon.
Many Amon-Ra resided there.
Many prodigies also lingered here, hoping to seize opportunities from the Fierce Beast Mountains.
As long as one obtained a medicine king or subdued a ten-thousand-year savage beast, they would naturally make rapid progress on their cultivation path and stand proudly among all others.
Occasionally, stories circulated, captivating many Amon-Ra.
It was said that a few years ago, a young man subdued a hundred-thousand-year savage beast that could transform into an Amon-Ra.
Not only could it aid his cultivation, but it could also warm his bed and serve as a maid, truly killing multiple birds with one stone, leading him to the pinnacle of life and becoming a dominant overlord in his region. This story once sparked a craze for entering the Fierce Beast Mountains.
Many Amon-Ra wanted to subdue a ten-thousand-year savage beast and embark on a path to success.
"Check tasks," Yorn. Ye whispered.
A light screen appeared with his voice.
**Sacrifice Barren City, temper the sword soul, and continue to upgrade the Primordial Dao Artifact - Four Immortal-Slaying Swords**
This was the latest task issued by the system.
Upon seeing the task details, Yorn. Ye's face showed struggle and pain. The system tasks had evolved from conquering female Amon-Ra, to destroying certain factions, and now, he was required to act against ordinary Amon-Ra, to go on a rampage to consolidate his 'do as one pleases' Dao heart.
"Can I skip it?" Yorn. Ye asked.
**System tasks cannot be skipped. host, please complete them as soon as possible to enter the next stage.**
"No," Yorn. Ye said painfully, "I cannot do this. I cannot slaughter those innocent Amon-Ra."
**cultivators pursue doing as they please, following the Dao of nature. Killing is not killing. host, please complete the task as soon as possible. If the host does not complete the task, you will be stuck in this stage. If the task is delayed for too long, the system will impose penalties, closing the sign-in function.**
Signing in was a crucial way for Yorn. Ye to obtain rare cultivation techniques and ancient divine artifacts.
Once it was closed, Yorn. Ye could imagine the feeling of his cultivation suddenly slowing down.
"One should not be too narrow-minded or selfish. To commit such a terrible crime for one's own cultivation," Yorn. Ye closed his eyes and whispered, "My cultivation is already high enough. Even if I haven't merged with the Great Dao to become truly immortal, it's enough for me to live peacefully. From now on, I will withdraw from the cultivation world, find a secluded place, and live a reclusive life with my beauties."
Yorn. Ye ultimately chose to give up.
His cultivation was very high; there were few Amon-Ra in the entire world who could compare to him.
And he had many confidantes accompanying him: the most beautiful Amon-Ra from Maple Fire Academy, Nalan, who presided over the world's merchant association, Yorn. Mei, who came from an ancient clan, and several other female Amon-Ra from other families or renowned in certain fields, all gathered into his harem.
Accompanied by so many beauties, it was a life well lived.
Yorn. Ye gave up on continuing the task; even if his cultivation would hardly progress from now on, he would not commit such heinous acts for his own cultivation.
He set off to return to Kantan City, where his beauties resided. That place had become his temporary palace. The former members of the Yorn family were either killed by him or reduced to slaves. Those who dared to mock him had to pay the price. Three years of prosperity, three years of decline; dare to bully a poor young man, this is the outcome.
Yorn. Ye flew towards Kantan City, already fantasizing about the life of seclusion in the mountains with his beauties.
Washing his hands of the world, no longer caring about its affairs.
How wonderful that would be!
But when he returned to Kantan City, his fantasy and The beauty is broken.
From afar, he saw a ruined city. The meticulously arranged magic formations had been destroyed. The many powerhouses he had recruited were now all corpses.
All lying in the ruins.
Crimson blood stained the earth, a shocking sight, like a scene from a Shura hell.
"No!" Yorn. Ye let out a painful cry, unable to believe what he saw.
How could this be?!
"Who did this?!"
Yorn. Ye's hair stood on end with rage, and terrifying blood energy overflowed from his strong body, engulfing a large area.
Brilliant Dao light appeared, countless chains of laws intertwined, and then shattered inch by inch. The silhouette of a giant tree appeared behind Yorn. Ye, immensely vast and radiating light.
Sun, moon, stars, and divine beast spirits, among other phenomena, hung on the tree. This was the terrifying aspect of the World Tree Life Soul.
It could control other life souls, use them for its own purposes, and even seize the power of others as nourishment for itself.
Yorn. Ye was furious to the extreme, taking a step that instantly brought him above Kantan City.
His speed was chilling.
Yorn. Ye's divine sense swept over the ruins of Kantan City and discovered a faint trace of life.
Without any delay, with a thought, he appeared where the life force was.
A long spear pierced through an Amon-Ra in heavy armor.
It was the strongest expert of the Southern Desert, who had sworn allegiance to him.
He had once saved the other party's life with a divine medicine, and since then, this expert had followed him.
Diligently guarding Kantan City all this time.
But now, he was pierced by a spear, his life soul shattered, and all his cultivation gone.
Yorn. Ye carefully rescued him. Then he performed a supreme secret art to prolong the other party's life. The World Tree Life Soul behind him erupted with strong light, and wisps of green vital energy drifted out, drawn by him and sent into the other party's body. The Amon-Ra who attacked was extremely cruel and vicious. They had destroyed all his meridians, shattered his life palace and Dao soul. Then they kept him barely alive, leaving him trapped here in a state worse than death.
It was clearly a provocation to Yorn. Ye.
As the surging life energy entered his body, the strongest expert of the Southern Desert regained a little of his former spirit.
When he saw Yorn. Ye, crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
His shattered body trembled with grief and indignation.
"Lord, you've finally returned."
"Yes, I'm back," Yorn. Ye suppressed the anger in his heart, gripped the other's hand, and sent more life energy into his body.
He also took out a divine medicine, turning it into a medicinal liquid and injecting it into his body.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect Kantan City, nor could I protect your wives," the strongest expert of the Southern Desert said each word with great pain.
He was severely wounded, his life force extinguished, making it impossible for him to have survived until now.
Yet, the enemy had used a particularly malicious secret art to sustain his life.
Keeping him lingering on, just to provoke Yorn. Ye.
"Who did this?" Yorn. Ye's hands were trembling.
"Extreme Dao daemonic Venerable." After the strongest expert of the Southern Desert uttered these last few words, he spat out a large amount of blood with a puff, his large head tilted to the side, and his fleshy ears drooped.
Yorn. Ye probed with his divine sense and found that the other party was already dead. The enemy had used a special secret method to make him hold on until he uttered the four words, 'Extreme Dao daemonic Venerable.'
"No!!" Yorn. Ye roared to the sky.
His rage caused the World Tree phantom behind him to erupt with incredibly dazzling light. The various life soul illusions hanging on the branches also burst forth with strong light. Thick clouds accumulated in the sky.
Rumbling sounds were incessant.
Countless violent lightning bolts struck down, turning an area of several thousand li into a lightning domain.
Yorn. Ye was infuriated to the extreme; he wanted those guys to pay the price.
At this moment, a brilliant light emerged from the ruins.
A bright pearl radiated a brilliant glow, drawing in and absorbing all the thunder provoked by a supreme expert, becoming even more dazzling.
Scene after scene of illusions erupted from the increasingly brilliant pearl.
Arrogant and wild voices echoed amidst the violent thunder.
Amonro, with a slight upward curve of his lips, carrying three parts coldness, three parts mockery, three parts cruelty, and one part wildness, appeared in the illusion. The first time Peng Ye saw him, he recognized his identity.
It was precisely the top prodigy he had defeated at Maplefire Academy.
He had also taken Amonro, the most beautiful girl at Maplefire Academy, who was his childhood sweetheart. This guy, later on, somehow stumbled upon an opportunity.
He acquired various top-tier cultivation techniques, Dao souls, and divine artifacts.
He rose steadily, becoming one of the strongest Amonro prodigies.
Because of his excessively cruel and terrifying actions, many powerful individuals found him intolerable and organized several sieges, after which he disappeared without a trace. Now, however, he has returned. The top prodigy swayed his body, moving back and forth with extreme speed, like a tireless pile driver. The female Amonro's screams and cries came together.
It was the voice of his childhood sweetheart, Yoen Mei. The top prodigy looked in the direction of the crystal recording and said mockingly,
"Your wives are truly moist."
Peng Ye's eyes turned bloodshot, and the rage in his heart was like the eruption of a hundred thousand volcanoes, reaching an extreme level of terror. The sky was stirred, and the sea of thunder became even more terrifying.
Heaven and earth let out mournful cries.
"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!" Peng Ye roared towards the sky and charged upwards.
His vast divine sense swept across the ten heavens and nine earths. The terrifying power contained within it made countless experts tremble.
Peng Ye locked onto a faint aura and then charged out.
No matter where that bastard was, he would find him. Three months later.
It was still the same tall mountain in Barren City.
Peng Ye gazed at the massive city, his eyes no longer holding the pity of the past.
His situation was also not as good as before. There were cracks all over his body, a shocking sight.
It was hard to imagine that he could still be alive with such injuries; it was truly a miracle.
A month ago, he found the lair of the Ultimate daemonic Venerable. The opponent's daemonic cultivation had reached perfection, with ten black Golden Crows soaring across the sky, annihilating all enemies.
In addition, various top-tier daemonic artifacts protected his body, offering both offense and defense, making him inherently invincible.
His attacks were top-tier secret techniques, incredibly powerful, drawing in the qi of heaven, earth, sun, and moon, stirring the Three Thousand Great Daos.
Even with all his trump cards, Peng Ye couldn't defeat the opponent. To retaliate against him, during the decisive battle, the opponent even brought out all his confidantes and bestowed them upon his subordinates.
He made them enact scenes in the daemonic palace that made his heart bleed.
Finally, he even beheaded them and hung their heads on the daemonic palace.
Even his unborn child was immediately refined into a puppet.
Peng Ye ultimately lost, his soul almost shattered.
If he hadn't been carried away by the spatial turbulence, he would have died.
Upon waking, Peng Ye deeply resented his own weakness. If he had used all means to improve himself back then, how could he now be unable to protect even his confidantes and wife?
He looked at Barren City and slowly took out a weapon enveloped in chaotic energy and five-elemental light. To become stronger, what's wrong with slaughtering a city?!!
Today, he would use slaughter to prove his Dao.
Ordinary methods of becoming stronger were too slow; only with the help of the system would he have a chance for revenge.
Daemonic Palace. The Ultimate daemonic Venerable, seated on his designated throne, looked at the light screen only he could see, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Congratulations on completing the revenge mission. Completion coefficient: Super high. Rewards are being calculated based on the opponent's rage value."
"Congratulations on obtaining the daemonic Poison, capable of poisoning all living beings in the world."
"Congratulations on obtaining the advanced version of the Chaos daemonic Physique, which grants immunity to daemonic poison: the Primordial Chaos daemonic Body."
A series of reward notifications sounded, bringing a smile to his face. This confrontation with Peng Ye had caused him a slight injury.
However, compared to the gains, this injury was insignificant. Thinking of the opponent's furious expression, the Ultimate daemonic Venerable felt an unprecedented pleasure.
The humiliation he suffered at Maplefire Academy had been repaid hundreds, even thousands of times over. The daemonic puppet refined from the opponent's unborn son was placed in front of the daemonic Palace's gate, to show all Amonro in the world the consequences of provoking him. Three years in the east, three years in the west; this was the outcome.
"Dare to oppose me, this is the consequence," the Ultimate daemonic Venerable whispered.
"New mission refreshed: Display your daemonic might and create a doomsday tribulation. Please slay enough living beings to enhance the power of your daemonic artifacts. Hint: The more living beings killed, the stronger the enhancement obtained."
"Guaranteed reward: You will gain a method to travel to other worlds."
"Do you want to see a wider world? Then let other Amonro become your stepping stones. Only enough lives can allow you to cross the dangerous void."
Seeing the mission, the Ultimate daemonic Venerable smiled.
He took out a bottle of daemonic poison and examined it. The daemonic poison was highly contagious.
Infected Amonro would subconsciously seek out and infect other Amonro, and the slain beings would continuously enhance his daemonic artifacts, daemonic cultivation, and daemonic body.
He beckoned.
An Amonro expert stepped forward and said fearfully,
"Daemonic Venerable."
"Find some Amonro experts and throw these into the righteous major cities." The Ultimate daemonic Venerable waved his hand, and hundreds of bottles of daemonic poison appeared. He sneered, "I want to see just how powerful this thing truly is."
"Understood," the Amonro expert said. The Amonro left. The Ultimate daemonic Venerable remained seated, the distortion and horror on his face becoming even more terrifying. The daemonic patterns covering his body emitted an eerie and ominous aura, causing the Amonro in the hall to involuntarily feel fear. The Ultimate daemonic Venerable was completely indifferent to this.
After years of hardship, even destroying this world would not cause him any pain.
"The joy of weaving destiny is something even I can't help but immerse myself in."
In the laboratory, Magos Regula's neural cables were connected to the control console.
Massive data streams pulsed through his nervous system.
Presenting him with a grand symphony of destiny. The chosen prodigies were advancing along the destiny trajectory set by the divine brain. The prelude to the destruction of the experimental world was being unveiled. The prodigies driven by hatred and anger were pushing this world towards the abyss. To become stronger, to gain supreme power, these aliens would stop at nothing to kill their own kind. Those fools had no idea they were being manipulated like puppets.
Or perhaps they had already realized it, but they were too deeply entrenched, long unable to break free from the system's control.
If they didn't want to become stronger, there were other Amonro who did.
As long as they could become stronger, even if it meant becoming slaves to the Imperium, they would gladly accept it.
If the Imperium were to invade directly, they would inevitably unite for survival.
But if they were divided by self-interest, they would self-destruct like madmen.
Why should you be high above, with many wives and concubines, while I can only live a life of poverty?
Why can you lie drunk on a beauty's lap and wield power over the world, while I can only be enslaved and played with by you?
We are all Amonro for the first time, why were you born with good talent, while I spend my whole life unable to compare to your few days?
I just want to become stronger, what's wrong with that?!!
Even if I sell the entire world, what does it matter?!!
Rather than live a life as a slave like this, it's better to be destroyed now!!
This was the cleverness of the system; it gave those Amonro, who would otherwise never have a chance to rise, an opportunity to do so.
It drove them mad.
"Magos, this is the content of the strategic meeting. Lord Kargal has ordered the expeditionary force to advance towards the supercluster where the Forgotten Civilization resides. The Orks will serve as the vanguard of the invasion."
A tech-priest walked over, holding a data-slate.
A silver metallic tentacle extended from Magos Regula's mechanical body, connecting to the data-slate and reading the information within.
"We must also accelerate our pace, speed up the progress of related experiments, and closely monitor that traversing Amonro. We must find the coordinates of his native universe from his soul."
Magos Regula's mechanical face showed no expression.
But a hint of cruelty emanated from his mechanical voice.
"Once the war in this universe is over, I will propose to Lord Kargal to proceed to this new universe and plant the banner of the Holy Emperor there."
Ancient Desolation Realm. This was a world where daemons and monsters coexisted, and cultivators emerged endlessly.
Great powers could cleave mountains and sever rivers, summon wind and rain, gaze down upon heaven and earth, and shake the nine provinces with a single word.
Numerous sects and sacred lands had a long and profound history, existing for countless ages.
However, just a few months ago,
A terrifying crack tore open the sky, and an eerie light emanated from within, incredibly strange, with faint roars of beasts echoing. This situation caused countless living beings to be terrified and uneasy.
Clearly, such a celestial anomaly would inevitably lead to an unprecedented catastrophe.
Some powerful forces that had communication with the Immortal Realm had glimpsed some truth.
Outer realm devils had set their sights on the Ancient Desolation Realm. This rift was the sign of their arrival.
Countless worlds had been scorched under their ravages, with innumerable living beings killed and enslaved. They were cruel and cold, existing only for slaughter and destruction. The entire spiritual realm echoed with the screams and despair of the beings they had massacred.
"The great calamity is approaching. Some ungrown prodigies need to be sent to the Immortal Realm; they cannot remain in this realm to await death."
The powerful sects of the Ancient Desolation Realm united and made a decision. To send those prodigies who had not yet fully matured to the Immortal Realm.
Under normal circumstances, it was difficult to enter the Immortal Realm without becoming an immortal.
However, these sects all had immortal-level experts in the Immortal Realm, and if the cost was sufficient, they could still use the two-realm passage to travel to the Immortal Realm. There were also ordinary beings in the Immortal Realm, so there was no need to worry about whether they could survive once they reached the Immortal Realm.