"Everyone, our opportunity..."
"Has arrived!"
A hidden underground chamber buried a hundred meters below.
Thirteen altars hovered above bases forged from mithril.
Liquid-drawn magical runes flowed across their surfaces.
Elemental torrents surged through star-iron channels, igniting every node.
This was utterly alien to the three power systems known to Great Xia.
A thousand devotees knelt motionless in the chamber, ceaselessly kowtowing toward the central altar where eternal sacred flames burned.
These were the so-called 'Manifestors' - those who sought complete fusion between Earth and the Source Realm.
Their leader raised his arms in exultation: "Great Xia has swallowed our bait from the Source Realm!"
"They'll undoubtedly launch an investigation immediately."
"We've prepared all necessary misleading evidence."
"They'll eventually trace it to conclude 'we're targeting Jiang Xia's martial examination to eliminate their Pathseekers.'"
"But our true purpose..."
"HAHAHAHA!"
His maniacal laughter dissolved into ecstatic oblivion.
Suddenly—
The altar flames erupted violently.
An ancient, indescribable presence suffocated him with overwhelming pressure.
Unfazed, the leader smashed his forehead against the jagged floor.
Eerie energy spread, veiling the entire chamber in a reality separate from Earth.
The congregation sensed the shift, descending into collective frenzy.
He...
Had turned His gaze upon them.
"O Watcher Behind the Eternal Veil!"
"We who wear scorching darkness as crowns and burning winds as scepters!"
"In this Age of Hidden Stars under the Dim Moon..."
"With charred bones as pens and ashes as ink..."
"Let the blasphemous flames consume our souls!"
"That the pallid holy fire may know—"
"Only You are the Deathless Sovereign..."
"Lord of Cinders!"
The sacred flames imploded, then exploded into a blazing throne.
A shadowy figure lounged upon it as worshippers' eyes transformed into dancing black flames.
He had arrived...
Though not in full form...
Due to improper rituals and insufficient numbers...
True manifestation remained impossible.
This was merely a projection responding to their call.
But...
Details mattered not.
Suffice to say—they'd received divine acknowledgment.
The Manifestors existed because their founder accidentally uncovered forbidden knowledge even Great Xia barely comprehended.
Countless worlds existed—hundreds of thousands, perhaps more.
When otherworldly barriers collided with Earth's, the Source Realm formed.
Thus they believed...
The Source Realm needn't be an invader or enemy.
They could willingly become vassals to this higher existence, reaping its benefits—
Perhaps immortality?
Or cat-eared maidens?
Yet when the first Manifestor shared this revelation with authorities, he met only ruthless rejection:
"We cannot stake Earth's future on another's mercy."
Ideologies clashed.
Perhaps the Manifestors were right.
Perhaps Great Xia held truth.
None could know until the final hour.
That first Manifestor wasn't completely naive.
He kept secrets—fragments about other worlds...
When a lifeform transcends mortality's limits—
Deathless, omniscient—
It becomes a 'god'.
Yet gods too know hierarchy.
The mightiest could twist time itself, making effects precede causes.
The Age of Chaos saw ten thousand deities warring.
From that bloodsoaked battlefield emerged one who scaled the peak of divinity's corpse-mountains—
A human.
At least, so he claimed.
Even after transcending mortality, he remained human.
"Humankind shines as countless stars."
"Had I not stood here, another would have."
"I merely happened to be first."
He established the autocratic Astral Epoch, becoming the 'Lord of Stars'—
The first deity who rejected divine nomenclature.
Henceforth, newborn gods abandoned "-god" titles for "-lord" honorifics—
Pitiful mimicry of their better.
Later, the Lord of Stars vanished mysteriously.
History's wheel accelerated into the current Dim Moon Epoch...
Thus Manifestors believe humanity inherently noble.
Those troublesome dimensional rifts vexing Great Xia?
Mere backwater realms unworthy of attention—
Worlds too primitive to spawn true deities!
By attaching themselves to a god-bearing world and invoking the Lord of Stars' legacy, they'd thrive gloriously!
The Lord of Cinders gazed impassively at his meager thousand devotees.
None dared meet His gaze.
"What do you seek?"
His voice spoke flawless human tongue—
Much to the deity's private annoyance.
Could anyone comprehend His frustration?
"'Not have' means 'have'?"
"'No good fruits for you' means 'good fruits for you'?"
Yet refusal to learn invited... visits from 'That Person'.
Ironically, Great Xia's people now wielded the 'universal language'—spared foreign language struggles.
...
Among these Manifestors lurked a mole from Great Xia's intelligence division.
During rituals, he'd fake devotion without genuine reverence.
Now he trembled violently on his knees, pallid and gasping—
A lower lifeform confronting supreme existence.
His worldview teetered at the brink.
Despite being an eighth-tier expert, he couldn't withstand even the projection's passive aura.
Were the true Lord of Cinders to manifest, even Great Xia's mightiest would be but a sturdier ant...
He attempted eavesdropping on the deity's dialogue with the leader—
Agony lanced through every cell at the mere thought.
Drip.
Blood fell from his chin.
No illusion—
Had he actually looked up, instant shredding would've followed.
His mind swam through mental sludge.
Only when a hand entered his vision did awareness return—
The ritual had ended.
The projection vanished.
"You alright?"
The leader stood before him.
"Fine," the mole lied hastily. "Just... overwhelmed by the Lord's presence. Wanted to behold His glory, but—"
The leader sneered: "Since when do ants measure the sky's height?"
"We've spent billions in resources just to secure a single chance for the Ashen Lord's projection to intervene. Do you understand?"
"This operation must not fail."
The eighth-rank mole stood up, wiping the fine beads of sweat that had inexplicably formed on his forehead. "Boss... why is this mission so shrouded in secrecy this time...?"
The leader's expression instantly turned icy. "Are you asking too many questions?"
"What needs to be shared will be shared."
"What you shouldn’t know, don’t pry into."
Only then did the eighth-rank mole realize his lapse in composure...
The impact of witnessing a 'deity's' projection had been overwhelming...
"Boss, I just... I really want to advance..."
The leader patted his shoulder. "Relax. We all want to advance."
Then he turned back to the altar, where sacred flames burned relentlessly.
The mole, risking exposure, relayed the intel—early preparation meant greater odds of success. "If the intel points to 'sabotaging Jiang Xia’s martial exam and eliminating his Pathseeker,' then it’s a decoy. Their real goal lies elsewhere."
"What we might actually face is the projection of a god... We may need to mobilize a significant force of high-tier power."
The leader watched the mole with a faint, unreadable smile.
Go ahead, pass it along.
Some people never change.
Always treating others like fools.
"Everyone! Our mission’s success rate just skyrocketed!"
"The Source Realm will descend—without fail!"
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?!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
