Suddenly.
The white palm in the sky flipped over and struck down towards the void.
"Boom!"
This sound.
It wasn't a tremor in a certain area.
It was a tremor of the entire world.
The colors of heaven and earth changed.
Under this palm strike, a quarter of the entire Heavenly Immortal Palace simply vanished.
This quarter of the area directly turned into nothingness.
This palm strike instantly silenced those rising auras that had just emerged.
At this moment.
Forget about movement.
Those people didn't even dare to breathe.
Wu Fan's legs went weak, and he fell on his backside, eyes wide open, cold sweat pouring down.
This kind of power.
This level of strength.
Who on earth could it be?
From the spatial rift.
A black-robed figure walked out silently, looking at the father and son pair without any fluctuation in expression.
With a slight raise of his bony finger.
A mysterious force enveloped Wu Qian.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"It's so painful!"
"Father, save me, save me!"
Wu Qian endured excruciating pain, as if all the world's tortures were being inflicted upon him simultaneously.
Seeing his only son in such a miserable state.
Wu Fan had bitten through his lip, his eyes filled with intense hatred and unwillingness.
But what could he do?
In the face of such absolute power, he could only watch helplessly.
Just then.
He suddenly raised his head.
He saw that within the realm of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, the sky was churning, clouds rolling.
At the same time, golden light suddenly appeared on the horizon.
It was like Buddha's light illuminating the entire Heavenly Immortal Palace.
Under this Buddhist light, everyone in the Heavenly Immortal Palace involuntarily knelt down.
"Heavenly Dao!"
"This is the Heavenly Dao!"
Prostrate on the ground, Wu Fan's voice trembled as he spoke.
"That's right, the existence of the Heavenly Immortal Palace is to carry out the order of this world for the Heavenly Dao. It's as if the Heavenly Immortal Palace is a projection of the Heavenly Dao. This person destroyed a quarter of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, which is equivalent to defying the will of the Heavenly Dao."
Wu Fan's whole body shook violently.
He stared with his eyes wide open, desperately hoping.
This person.
He would surely be struck down by the Heavenly Dao.
Yes, yes, yes.
He must be struck down by the Heavenly Dao.
No matter how strong you are, would you dare to go against Heaven itself?
Indeed.
As he had hoped.
Golden light flashed, and terrifying laws condensed, locking onto Lu Benwei.
The power of the Heavenly Dao.
Even a trace of it.
Ordinary people wouldn't dare to face it.
After all.
How could humans dare to fight against Heaven?
"Hmph!"
"What kind of trash are you? Come down before this god!"
Lu Benwei calmly raised his head, looking at the sky.
His palm violently waved.
The entire sky.
Suddenly surged and then collapsed.
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
At this moment.
Countless experts secretly observing this scene in the Heavenly Immortal Palace collectively let out incredulous voices.
The sky.
It actually collapsed!
"Ah!"
Wu Fan, who witnessed this with his own eyes, felt his head explode and cried out in terror.
At this moment, in Lu Benwei's hand was a ball of light shining with golden radiance, like a miniature sun.
That light ball was clutched in his hand, struggling desperately, becoming distorted.
After a long while.
It condensed into a face like that of a baby.
"Aiya!"
"It's Lord Lu."
"Aiya, Lord Lu, I didn't know it was you. I was wrong, I was wrong!"
That face transmitted a pleading voice urgently, crying out: "Lord Lu, you're too big to fuss over small matters. Please spare me this once. I really didn't know it was you. Look, I'm still just a child. Why bother to quibble with me, right?"
"Hmph, this god has long been dissatisfied with you. If it weren't for my master still running wild in this world, and I'm afraid of affecting him, I would have killed you long ago," Lu Benwei said coldly.
"Ah?"
"Oh?"
"Oh, that lord is here?"
The baby face was terrified, its voice becoming abnormal, the entire ball of light violently shaking.
This information was too much to handle!
"Don't go interfere with him, or else this true heaven will not tolerate you."
Lu Benwei warned, then casually opened his hand and shouted: "Get lost!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Lord Lu. Oh, Lord Lu, such a big event, should I erase the memories of these people?"
"A bunch of trash, they can't affect anything. Let them be."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Wait."
Lu Benwei called out again.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
