The Divine Land.
Fishwater Village, Land Temple.
"Blessed Fishu Goddess, grant my daughter-in-law a healthy baby boy..."
"Blessed Fishu Goddess, let my river fishing trip yield a bountiful harvest..."
"Fishu Goddess, I keep dreaming of my late grandmother—she keeps trying to drag me down with her. Please save me..."
"Goddess..."
Inside the cramped shrine built of porcelain clay, Lin Yuyu listened to the incessant murmurs of prayers, her head throbbing with pain. Though she no longer had a physical body, her translucent form—condensed from the incense and faith of her worshippers—retained all the sensations of a living being, even heightened beyond mortal flesh.
Especially when the prayers came from particularly fervent devotees. Their heartfelt pleas pierced her mind like needles, stabbing so sharply she nearly fainted.
But there was no way around it. After all, she’d hit the cosmic jackpot—transmigrating into this strange world as Fishwater Village’s fourteenth-rank Land Goddess.
Since fate had granted her a second chance, she had to fulfill her duties...
Huff—
Truth be told, Lin Yuyu had no choice but to keep working.
If a deity ignored their worshippers for too long, the faithful would abandon them, leading to dwindling incense offerings. And without that sustaining power, her faith-condensed form would weaken until she dissipated entirely...
Even setting aside survival, the sheer torment of her devotees’ relentless prayers forced her to act. Otherwise, her mind would truly explode from the noise!
Her predecessor, the original Fishu Goddess, had grown so weary of this monotonous existence that she chose to dissolve her divine status and reincarnate as a mortal rather than endure it any longer.
After three days of grinding labor, Lin Yuyu finally had an epiphany.
This was brutal—far worse than the 24/7 grind of her past life!
And after countless setbacks, she realized the truth:
In a world teeming with demons and monsters, a lowly deity without a powerful patron was doomed to toil in obscurity until death.
No wonder the original Fishu Goddess preferred reincarnation over immortal divinity—there was simply no hope in sight!
But today, just as she was about to give up, hope arrived!
The golden finger every transmigrator deserved had finally activated!
The Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group!
It sounded ridiculously overpowered!
With trembling hands and a pounding heart, she peeked inside—and sure enough, it was insane.
Every senior transmigrator in there had combat power longer than her lifespan!
Especially the group owner and admins. She had to count the digits of their power levels multiple times—one at two billion, another at 1.99 billion!
Even the strongest monster in Fishwater Village, the Nightshade Demon, barely scraped 30,000 combat power. The admins alone could solo... uh... ten thousand of them!
Though she didn’t quite understand what Admin meant by "Exorcism Dungeon." They also called her "brave"—was it because her power was too low? Would it be dangerous?
Eep, she had no idea...
[Exorcism Dungeon Team Chat]
[Lin Yuyu (Little Land Goddess): S-sorry! I didn’t know you couldn’t leave once you joined! How do I exit? I can’t find the quit button... (crying.jpg)]
[Adolf Anlan (Unemployed God of Light): Hehehe, once the team’s locked in, there’s no backing out. Rookie, you’re in for a world of pain!]
[Zhou Zheng (Sword Immortal of Humble Means): Old Anlan’s a troll, but he’s not wrong.]
[Lin Yuyu: Huh? Seniors, don’t scare me like this... I’m terrified...]
Meanwhile, Chen Yi pulled up the rookie’s profile through the backend.
And what he saw stunned him.
"Hiss... this Incense Faith system is fascinating..."
"The Heavenly Dao of the Divine Land is playing a different game—outsourcing world management to deities while evolving itself. A fourteenth-rank Incense Goddess, and a first-rank True God breaking ten billion combat power? They’ve perfected immortal-grade laws?!"
"Pity the system’s too restrictive, though. It’s a far cry from proper cultivation... but with immortality as the prize, no wonder people flock to it."
"I should transplant this system to the Purple Star Continent. Celestial Officials handle the heavy lifting, while Incense Gods manage the grassroots—expand and strengthen..."
"Problem is, I’m short on avatars right now, and the train’s already moving. Might as well study this little fourteenth-rank rookie first!"
With that, Chen Yi chimed in.
[Chen Yi (Group Leader): Relax, rookie. Just treat it like a game!]
[Lin Yuyu: Got it! Thank you, Leader!]
[Qin Sheng (Windblown Dead Leaf): Boss is too kind. Rookie, ignore Anlan and Runner-up Zhou. This ‘game’ is fun—you can’t die, and if you get tired, just log off and sleep!]
[Lin Yuyu: Really, Admin?]
[Qin Sheng: Guaranteed!]
[Liu Ruyan (Cold Palace Resident): Little sister, you’re too gullible. They’re messing with you. This ‘game’ is brutal. With your power level, you’ll get one-shot as trash mobs. Sigh... just stick behind me, or you’ll have zero fun.]
[Li Yuanyuan (No-Cilantro Zone): Yeah, stay close to us. These jokers are unreliable!]
[Lin Yuyu: Okay! Thanks, sisters! (heart.jpg)]
[Chen Yi: Enough chatter. Prep for launch!]
At the same time, the monitoring system abruptly took an unexplained hit—followed by a flood of anomaly reports.
[Alert: Exorcism Dungeon #7 suspected of third-party interference. Requesting system scan.]
[Received. Scanning initiated...]
[Alert: Exorcism Dungeon #8 suspected of third-party presence. Requesting system scan.]
[Received. Scanning in progress...]
[Alert:...]
[System overloaded. Retry later...]
A familiar scene—except this time, Chen Yi deliberately left a trail of evidence for the system to find.
After all, the dungeon had already been reset. If the system busted its circuits finding nothing, it might suspect him of filing false reports as the third-in-command.
With the system distracted, Chen Yi safely ushered forty-five peak Soul Unity cultivators—not yet Transcended—into an active dungeon.
Inside, Ye Wuchen was already waiting with a squad of battle-hardened veterans from Group Two!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
