The light of the teleportation array faded, and Ye Chuan and his group returned to the Ten Thousand Realms Apartments.
Lan Xiaoke barely steadied herself, messing with her hair, "Wah wah wah, my hairstyle—Ye Chuan, why didn't you use the teleportation array earlier?"
Ye Chuan reached out to support her, "I told you to fly just now, but you wouldn't. You stay cooped up at home all the time; you need to exercise more."
"What did I do wrong?"
Lan Xiaoke lifted her face with righteous indignation, "You clearly know how to teleport, but you insisted on carrying me all the way here through the night wind."
"This is called enhancing the travel experience."
"My experience was terrible."
Hmph, later when they play Three Kingdoms Kill, she was going to hit Ye Chuan with a few thunderous slams.
Just as Lan Xiaoke was lost in her fantasy, Ye Chuan reached out and poked her.
Luo Xi watched her expression and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Bai Qianshuang stood quietly to the side, looking down at her arm, which had already fully healed.
The wound cut by the demon earlier had vanished, and even the bloodstains on her clothes had been wiped clean by a cleaning spell, as if nothing had ever happened.
But Ye Chuan noticed her small movements.
"Does it still hurt?"
Bai Qianshuang shook her head, "It's fine now."
This time, Ye Chuan didn't deliberately ask what she'd said. He just raised a hand and tousled her hair, only to have Bai Qianshuang dodge him expressionlessly.
"Don't touch my head..."
She seemed a bit shy.
"Oh." Ye Chuan grinned. He could always touch it later if he wanted.
He withdrew his hand and then rubbed Lan Xiaoke's head a couple of times instead.
"Then I'll touch this one."
Lan Xiaoke, sprawled on the sofa, turned her head back, "What, am I a rag or something?"
"Not really. Just nearby."
...
In the following days, Ye Chuan surprisingly didn't rush off to other worlds.
Ke Ning had specifically reminded him earlier that the source stone modification and dimensional experiments had entered a critical phase, so he'd better stay near the apartment.
Although it sounded like an excuse, Ye Chuan didn't really mind.
So Ye Chuan enjoyed a rare few days of normal life without even checking in on the New Century side.
Every morning, starting from when Lan Xiaoke and the others got up, he began his daily routine.
But most of the time, aside from having a bit to eat, he basically holed up in his room playing games with everyone.
They played until they lost all sense of day and night. With Ye Chuan's gaming skills on display, he could clear everyone else's health bar, and only then might he give up one of his own health points, then top everyone up one by one.
This went on for three days. Almost everyone living in the house experienced something of an endless night ritual.
On the afternoon of the third day, the door to Ke Ning's lab swung open.
The Magic Cube V2 flew out first.
Ke Ning followed behind, her fluffy curly hair even more disheveled than three days ago, with black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose and a silvery-black ring in her hand.
"Ye Chuan."
"Ye Chuan? Are you here?"
She called out toward the living room, "Come here."
Ye Chuan was just then holding Lan Xiaoke while playing a game. He got up and walked over, "What's up?"
"..." Ke Ning saw the pet being carried without touching the ground and said to Ye Chuan, "Don't just focus on playing. Here, take this."
It was only the size of a palm, shaped like a flattened silvery-black ring, with a cut source stone floating at its center.
Six slender metal needles slowly revolved around the source stone, and with each crossing, the surrounding space faintly doubled over.
Ye Chuan didn't stop what he was doing; he just propped Lan Xiaoke under his arm and looked at it briefly, "Is this the surprise you mentioned?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah... Yeah!"
Ke Ning pushed up her glasses, "This is a time-space anchor device."
"An anchor device..." As Ye Chuan took the device, he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a tingle, "Pretty intense stuff... so powerful."
"..."
The six positioning needles lit up simultaneously, and the source stone at the ring's center emitted a blue light.
Several translucent images flashed past.
The same location, different buildings, different skies.
Ye Chuan could tell at a glance that these images weren't from different worlds, but projections of the same space across different eras.
"A timeline?"
"More accurately, a space-time layer positioning." Ke Ning said, "With this, you can pinpoint your location through time and space."
As he took the device, Ye Chuan casually set down the pet that had been spouting water elements randomly, "So I can use this to go back to the past? Without worrying about time turbulence?"
"Of course, it's not that simple."
Ke Ning shook her head, "You can't just pick any time or input a specific year. You have to rely on anchors connected to the target timeline."
"An item that has long belonged to a person, a remnant soul, or a lifeform originally from that timeline—all can serve as coordinates."
Ye Chuan understood immediately.
"As long as the anchor is stable enough, I can use it to enter the time-space where that existence originally belonged?"
"In theory, yes."
Ye Chuan thought about it.
He could even directly pinpoint the former timeline of the Aiser Continent, the timeline of Lilith.
The old lady's world? The true timeline of the real 'granny'?
That actually sounded kind of interesting.
"..." Ke Ning looked over at Lan Xiaoke, and seeing her state, she seemed a bit exasperated, "In the living room, at least mind your image a little."
"Ke Ning... wanna play together?" Lan Xiaoke invited Ke Ning to join the game.
"I'm not interested in that."
"Really?"
"..."
Just then, Bai Qianshuang dragged Little Black in.
"Ye Chuan, take a look at Little Black... this brat snuck off to the rift earlier and got beaten up."
Beaten up?
Ye Chuan looked down at the black Shiba Inu.
Little Black had a not-too-deep wound on its right abdomen, its black fur matted with blood.
"Woof woof—whimper—"
Ye Chuan pressed his hand on it, and a green light flickered; the wound quickly healed completely.
Little Black immediately wagged its tail.
Seeing Little Black wagging its tail and acting affectionately, Ye Chuan suddenly remembered something—
Speaking of which, this Little Black guy probably came from a place called the Tianxuan Continent - Old.
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and checked Little Black's info.
【Pet: Black Abyss
Origin: Tianxuan Continent - Old, accidentally entered a rift and arrived at... information insufficient...
Realm: Nascent Soul Stage, Great Perfection】
【Pet Quality: A】
...
Old?
So he hadn't been mistaken.
Little Black truly did come from a place called Tianxuan Continent - Old.
Hmm...
Ye Chuan was a bit curious now.
Just then, the time-space anchor device in his hand suddenly vibrated.
The six positioning needles all turned toward Black Abyss.
The source stone at the ring's center rapidly brightened, and blue space patterns spread out in ripples, as if confirming some distant coordinate.
His phone buzzed. Ye Chuan picked it up and glanced at it.
The Ten Thousand Realms Landlord APP was auto-jumping; the original 'Adventure' function suddenly lit up with a blue glow.
He tapped open the world list.
Below the familiar Tianxuan Continent option, a new line of dim text had appeared.
【Tianxuan Continent】
【Tianxuan Continent·Old】
Two nearly identical names now stood side by side on the phone screen.

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!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

'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.

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?!