Noon, high sun in the sky.
"Damn it, the Immortal Ascension Tribulation is still chasing me!"
Purple Star Continent, Illusory Star Cave Abode.
Chen Yi, his hair disheveled, rushed back into his training grounds. Without hesitation, he tore off his cyan-blue Daoist robe and frantically began barricading the entrance with materials designed to block divine senses.
Inside the cave abode, the lightning-warding formations carved into the walls flickered faintly, tiny arcs of electricity crackling sporadically in the air.
BOOM! RUMBLE!!!
Outside, dark clouds churned violently as a multicolored thunder dragon loomed faintly in the distant sky, circling restlessly as if it had lost track of its target, refusing to descend.
After a while...
Hearing no further movement outside, Chen Yi cautiously peeked through a narrow gap—not daring to use his divine sense, relying only on his naked eyes to observe.
Only after confirming the tribulation lightning had dispersed did he finally exhale in relief.
"Phew~~"
"Why? Just why? The Heavenly Secrets clearly foretold that the Immortal Ascension Tribulation’s limit was forty-nine bolts of Violet Heaven Divine Thunder. How, after barely surviving that, could there be an even more terrifying Chaos Tribulation Lightning?!"
"Is this just bullying an honest man?!"
Chen Yi couldn’t help but question his life choices.
This was his eighty-first failed attempt at overcoming the Immortal Ascension Tribulation.
To be fair, it wasn’t that he was weak—it was just that the tribulation had become absurdly unreasonable!
According to ancient texts, during the Ascension Era a hundred thousand years ago, the Immortal Ascension Tribulation for cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence stage consisted of only nine ordinary heavenly thunderbolts. With a solid foundation and minimal preparation, one could pass it easily.
But for some unknown reason, starting ten thousand years ago, the tribulation had grown increasingly monstrous—not only increasing in quantity but also upgrading from ordinary heavenly thunder to Violet Heaven Divine Thunder. This left countless mighty cultivators shattered upon contact, turning ascension into a mere legend.
Chen Yi had transmigrated here eight hundred years ago, missing the golden age and lacking any cheat-like advantages. He had relied solely on sheer persistence and effort to brute-force his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage, becoming the only cultivator at this level in the entire Purple Star Continent.
Yes, the only one.
No surprise there—after all, the other old monsters at the Unity Realm were all suppressing their cultivation, refusing to advance, terrified of drawing the attention of that monstrous tribulation.
Only a reckless fool like him, who saw everyone else as mere weaklings, would charge ahead so boldly.
Until the brutal tribulation taught him humility, leaving him filled with regret.
[Transmigrator detected. You have been invited to join the Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group.]
Suddenly, a notification chimed in his ears.
Chen Yi froze for a moment before his instincts screamed in alarm.
"Damn it, a heart demon’s trick!"
As a transmigrator, he was well aware of cheat-like "systems" capable of turning the impossible into reality.
But why now? Why not earlier? Why appear precisely when he was hiding from the tribulation? This had to be another underhanded tactic from the Immortal Ascension Tribulation!
"Really? Resorting to dirty tricks now? Trying to trap me in an illusion until my body and soul perish? Not a chance!"
Chen Yi steeled his mind, fortifying his consciousness, until he detected a strange speck of light lurking in an obscure corner of his sea of awareness.
"Hah! You slipped up. Eighty-one rounds, and even with this underhanded move, you still can’t kill me!"
Without hesitation, Chen Yi marshaled his immense soul power and crushed down upon it!
A moment later...
[Do you accept the invitation to join the Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group?]
The notification remained clear and unchanged.
Chen Yi: "......"
"This... doesn’t seem like a heart demon’s illusion. Not sure, need to investigate further..."
After thorough examination, repeatedly confirming that the strange speck posed no threat, Chen Yi cautiously isolated a fragment of his sea of awareness—along with the speck—and refined it into an external avatar.
This way, whether it was a cheat system or something else, it wouldn’t affect his true self.
"Accept the invitation!"
The next instant, a translucent blue panel materialized before the avatar’s eyes. Controlling it through the avatar felt smooth, with no lag.
[Transmigrator identity confirmed.]
[Name: Chen Yi]
[Age: 818 years]
[Cultivation: Tribulation Transcendence]
[Combat Power: 900,000,000]
[Welcome to the Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group. Please enter your display name: ___]
"Oh? Quantifying strength with numbers? Interesting..."
After a brief pause, Chen Yi casually entered a nickname.
[“TMD the Tribulation is Still Chasing Me” has joined the chat.]
[Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group – Branch 108]
[Group Owner: Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World (Foundation Establishment – 8th Layer, Combat Power: 8,544)]
[Members: The God of Light is Unemployed, The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands.]
[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World (Group Owner): Who just joined?!]
[The God of Light is Unemployed: @TMD the Tribulation is Still Chasing Me, bro, that name goes hard.]
[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Wait, is he actually a Tribulation Transcendence bigshot?]
Chen Yi couldn’t help but smirk—this nostalgic feeling reminded him of his carefree days on Earth, idly chatting in online groups.
Just as he was about to dive into the conversation...
[System Notification: Ding! ‘TMD the Tribulation is Still Chasing Me’ has the highest combat power in this group. Automatically promoted to Group Owner.]
[Current Group Owner: TMD the Tribulation is Still Chasing Me (Tribulation Transcendence, Combat Power: 900,000,000)]
[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: ???]
[The God of Light is Unemployed: Holy— Bro, you’re for real?!]
[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: 900 MILLION combat power?! Dude, isn’t this a newbie group? Where the hell did I end up?]
[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: Yeah, aren’t we all fresh transmigrators? How did a bigshot sneak in? I just became group owner a few days ago—didn’t even warm the seat before getting demoted again...]
[The God of Light is Unemployed: Whatever! Group Owner, look at my name—I’m so broke I’m bleeding tears. Have mercy! (Begging.jpg)]
[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Me too! A Tribulation Transcendence expert like you could drop crumbs and we’d feast for life...]
Chen Yi ignored them for now, his attention locked onto the group owner privileges.
Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group – Owner Guidelines:
1. As Group Owner, assist fellow members within your capacity to foster a harmonious community.
2. Aiding weaker members is not charity—the system generates tasks based on their needs. Completing missions in their worlds yields rewards. Acceptance is optional.
3. If a task exceeds the group’s capability, it will be posted in the public channel for other groups to tackle. However, this lowers your group’s rank, restricting access to advanced features (e.g., Multiverse Store, spatial teleportation, artifact dismantling, soul insights...).
4. Task completion and member power growth contribute to group EXP, unlocking higher ranks.
5. Group Owner perks: Priority task selection, 50% bonus reward share, mute/remove members, etc.
"Hmm? This feels somewhat like a faction-building, level-up, and conquest-style game. I'm intrigued. Let me see what this Multiverse Store is all about."
Chen Yi stroked his chin and willed his external avatar to open the store section.
[Dao Fruit of the Immortal King: Exchange Points 99999999....[Details Expandable]]
[Chronological Alteration Disk: Exchange Points 888888......[Details Expandable]]
[Chaos Profound Origin Technique: Exchange Points 666666.....[Details Expandable]]
[Pangu's Essence Blood......[Details Expandable]]
Hiss—
Damn, these offerings are seriously tempting.
Chen Yi's heart burned with excitement.
The reason he couldn't ascend to immortality was the lack of Immortal Dao Essence to refine his mortal body into an immortal physique!
Now, if he could just exchange for some Immortal Dao Essence from the Multiverse Store, he could achieve immortality right in the mortal realm!
Screw the so-called Heavenly Tribulation—it's nothing but a !

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”