【You have appeared in the Western Divine Continent of the Tianxuan Continent】
A vast expanse of white filled his vision.
The biting wind howled like icy blades scraping against his face.
The path ahead was indistinguishable, the ground completely blanketed in snow. In the distance, the shadowy outlines of mountain ranges loomed hazily, making it impossible to discern which direction to take.
Chilled to the bone, heart adrift.
Standing expressionless in the snow, Ye Chuan sneezed. "Achoo."
Sniffling, he silently channeled his Chaos Energy, finally suppressing and absorbing the frigid air assaulting his body from all sides.
"What kind of hellhole is this? Where the hell have I ended up? Is this even the Tianxuan Continent anymore?"
Amid the blizzard, Ye Chuan couldn’t even pinpoint his location, let alone figure out where to go.
"Western Divine Continent… So, I’ve randomly spawned in another region. Just how far is the Donghua Divine Continent from here?" Muttering to himself, he glanced at his phone—only for it to flash a notification:
[Device temperature too low]
Then it shut off completely.
"Huh?" Ye Chuan had no choice but to use his spiritual energy to warm it up, finally managing to reboot the device.
White. Nothing but white. After aimlessly trudging a few steps, he expanded his divine sense to scan the surroundings.
Nothing noteworthy. The area seemed eerily lifeless.
"A mountain range…" The snowstorm, infused with spiritual energy, felt like an endless barrage of attacks. Fortunately, Ye Chuan’s protective barrier held firm, leaving him unharmed.
"Had I known the teleportation would dump me in this wasteland, I’d have gone for a foot massage at Yisu instead." With no other options, he took to the skies, flying in a random direction.
The scenery remained monotonous—white, white, and more white.
After covering dozens of miles, just as boredom began to set in, his divine sense finally picked up movement. Glancing down, he spotted dozens of figures chasing a small group across the snowfield.
"Oh?"
The pursuers rode snow leopard-like demonic beasts. Whether from battle wounds or not, their blood dripped onto the pristine snow, staining it a stark, glaring crimson.
……
"Run!"
"Run!!" The man at the front clutched a young girl tightly in his arms. She had delicate, exotic features and wore a white mink coat, but her face was deathly pale, unconscious.
The pursuers behind them were closing in rapidly.
"General, we’ll hold them off!" Seeing no chance of escape, a few of his subordinates turned back, buying time for their leader.
Gritting his teeth, the man—Cang Wu—urged his snow leopard onward.
The sacrifice was in vain. His men barely lasted a moment before being blasted away, their mounts and all.
Their bodies crashed into the snow beside Cang Wu, the impact sending him tumbling off his beast and rolling several times across the ground.
Before he could even rise from his injured state, the enemies had already encircled them.
"Roar!" The snow leopards snarled.
"Oh~ Snow leopard, shut up~" A dry, raspy voice came from atop one of the larger beasts. A gaunt old man sat there, smiling down at Cang Wu.
"Cang Wu, why not hand over the princess obediently? You know what your defiance means, don’t you? This is the Holy Son’s decree."
"Hah." Cang Wu let out a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with despair.
"With Cang City fallen, I’ve no will to live."
"The Holy Son? Hmph."
With that, he drew a dagger and aimed it at the girl in his arms.
"Audacious!" The old man—Zuo Mu—roared, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy that sent both Cang Wu and the girl flying into the snow.
His subordinates immediately seized the unconscious girl, leaving Cang Wu seething with helpless fury.
"So-called righteous sects of the immortal world—nothing but frauds hiding behind lofty titles."
"A mere Foundation Establishment ant has no right to judge the heavens," Zuo Mu said coolly. "Ignorant fool."
"True enough," a voice chimed in from behind him.
"Do not interrupt me," Zuo Mu snapped, turning—only to freeze at the sight of a stranger perched casually on the back of his snow leopard.
His heart lurched, and he instantly retreated several paces.
"Who are you?!"
"Me?" The man—Ye Chuan—pointed at himself and grinned. "Just a passerby. Got lost, actually. Thought I’d ask for directions."
Directions…
Zuo Mu studied Ye Chuan’s odd attire but couldn’t sense even a wisp of spiritual energy from him.
A mortal?
Impossible.
The freezing terrain required constant spiritual protection to endure. Without a mount, traversing it was unthinkable. Yet this man wore light clothing without so much as a shiver. No ordinary person could manage that.
"May I ask for your esteemed name?"
"The Wandering Daoist."
"Wandering…?" Zuo Mu had never heard of such a title, but Ye Chuan’s amused expression sent a chill down his spine.
"I am Zuo Mu, an outer elder of the Ice Profound Palace."
"Ah, an outer elder." Ye Chuan knew little of the sects in the Western Divine Continent and asked offhandedly,
"I’m not from around here. What’s your sect leader’s cultivation level?"
"Our sect leader?" Zuo Mu straightened slightly with pride.
"A mighty Spirit Transformation expert."
"Spirit Transformation?" Ye Chuan raised a brow. That was weaker than even that old dog Qin Tianya.
Zuo Mu expected awe, but Ye Chuan’s scoff made his heart sink.
This man’s background was unfathomable. Best not to provoke him.
"Esteemed Wandering Daoist, we’re on a mission. Would you grant us passage?"
"Of course. I just need to know how to get out of here."
"Get out?" Zuo Mu blinked. How did you come in, then?
Ye Chuan rubbed his chin. "Had a little mishap while tearing through space. Meant to go to the Donghua Divine Continent, but ended up here instead."
Tearing through space?!
Zuo Mu and his disciples gaped, their expressions shifting drastically.
Amid the exchange, Cang Wu, still sprawled in the snow, saw a glimmer of hope.
"Immortal! Save us!"
Before he could continue, Zuo Mu silenced him with a spell, choking off his words.
"These two…" Zuo Mu hesitated, but sensing no demonic aura from Ye Chuan, he lied,
"Are demons in human form. Our sect is taking them back for purification."
"Demons?" Ye Chuan glanced at the pair. Neither looked remotely demonic.
"You’re lying to me?" His smile widened.
"Of course not." Zuo Mu’s pulse quickened under that gaze.
"I’m actually quite good at detecting lies." Ye Chuan pulled out a soul banner.
"Under my banner as the Human Emperor, everyone speaks the truth."
"Soul Banner?! You're a demonic cultivator?!" Zuo Mu's face paled in shock at the sight.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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."
