Chen Yi hadn’t actually tampered with the detection system.
To be more precise, he hadn’t done anything to the main branch of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk embedded in the system.
After all, this was akin to an autonomous will operating independently—its feedback could directly reach the main body of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. If altered, it would trigger abnormal or even lost feedback, immediately exposing his actions.
This clearly didn’t align with Chen Yi’s goals.
So, he merely inserted some trivial additions into the detection system, crafting a virtual shell that would only display what he wanted it to see. Anything off-limits remained hidden.
Thus, with the direct line to the higher authority blocked and the backend information processing center under his control, the second and third-in-command had effectively sidelined the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s main body—the top authority.
While the chat group’s operations still relied on its support, the main body remained entirely oblivious to what actually transpired within the group!
Take this moment, for instance. To preserve Chen Lingxiu’s spacetime law essence, Chen Yi led a group back to wreak havoc in the Illusory Dream Secret Realm—all under the watchful yet indifferent gaze of the detection system, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s informant.
What anomaly?
This was just routine.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk bore the weight of the entire chat group’s operations, processing endless streams of data and commands every second. How could it possibly scrutinize every single event personally?
So, it simply took the detection system’s reports at face value.
"Wait, there’s still one loophole!"
Amidst the Illusory Dream Secret Realm, Chen Yi’s eyes sharpened after toying with the detection system.
As the chat group’s second-in-command, the detection system naturally held higher authority than the backend information processing center (the third-in-command).
Its permissions included: recruiting novice cross-world travelers, monitoring the chat group and its members, and banning accounts violating group rules.
Yet, it had no jurisdiction over the top ten on the Supreme Leaderboard—those were directly governed by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s main body. They enjoyed special privileges, bypassing the detection system to report directly to the highest authority. The system could only monitor them, not take action.
In other words, these old-timers were exempt from the chat group’s conventions, free to break rules at will—sanctioned by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk itself.
Chen Yi, however, lacked this immunity. If he acted recklessly in front of them, they’d surely report him.
"This complicates things. The top ten on the Supreme Leaderboard... must be under control. Otherwise, they’d never be trusted this much."
Chen Yi’s expression turned grave.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. Every gift from fate came with a hidden price tag.
Yet, people often had no choice. In their lowest moments, desperate to climb higher, they accepted these costly gifts.
By the time they reached the pinnacle, basking in glory, they were already bound by countless shackles—inescapable.
The top ten were no exception. Once they stepped onto this path, there was no turning back.
But Chen Yi was different. In his darkest hour, he looked up at the moon, captivated by its splendor. Driven by ambition, he climbed step by step, relying on sheer perseverance and effort.
Having weathered storms and overcome every obstacle, he feared no challenge and bowed to no one.
So what if the chat group had anchored itself in his consciousness? What did it matter if celestial immortals loomed over him?
No one but himself could ever chain him down.
"Let’s see what these old fossils are up to..."
With a thought, Chen Yi activated the detection system’s surveillance privilege, conducting a routine sweep of Group One.
Group One lay eerily quiet, its last chat log frozen in an autumn decade prior—mundane arrangements, nothing of value.
Scrolling further back revealed only blankness. The group leader had exercised autonomy to erase all youthful indiscretions.
[Multiverse Cross-World Travelers Mutual Aid Group – Group One]
[Member Power Rankings]
[No. 1: Pickled Fish (Group Leader; cultivation: Profound Immortal Peak; combat power: 98 billion)]
[No. 2: The Kid Who Never Gains Weight (Admin; cultivation: Profound Immortal Late Stage; combat power: 95 billion)]
[No. 3: Treading Heaven Ancestor (Admin; cultivation: Profound Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: Unknown, status undetermined)]
[No. 4: Qianling’s Spark (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 49.5 billion)]
[No. 5: Hatsune Miku (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 49 billion)]
[No. 6: Murong Dugu (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 48.5 billion)]
[No. 7: Primordial Heaven’s Brush (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Peak; combat power: 47 billion)]
[No. 8: Fallen Lord of Luo River (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Late Stage; combat power: 45 billion)]
[No. 9: The Ultimate Critic (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 40 billion)]
[No. 10: Eight Kidneys of Steel (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 39.8 billion)]
[No. 11: Lady Han of Gaodao (Member; cultivation: Celestial Immortal Early Stage; combat power: 20.5 billion)]
[No. 12... [Details]]
[...]
[No. 30: Tribulation Transcendent (Member; cultivation: True Immortal Mid Stage; combat power: 4.2 billion)]
The power rankings were compiled by the detection system, and Group One was no exception. But unlike other groups, Group One was only monitored, not managed by the system—it enjoyed autonomy.
Thus, Group One lacked auxiliary leaderboards like the Combat Power Growth Ranking or daily check-in multiplier rewards. Instead, it had self-governance: 1 billion points auto-distributed daily and a 90% discount on all chat group items.
With privilege came responsibility—they were supposed to share resources and insights in the Multiverse Store, setting an example for other groups.
But Group One’s old-timers couldn’t care less. Unsupervised, they did as they pleased, delegating the bare minimum to their lowest-ranked members.
Among them was the "Tribulation Transcendent," a familiar face to both Mu Chen and Ye Wuchen—a reputable merchant in the Multiverse Store.
Another note: Group One wasn’t at full capacity.
It had only 30 members.
Yet these 30 dominated the top 30 spots on the individual Supreme Leaderboard.
Truly, the veteran players had their merits.
Ye Wuchen, the prodigious leader of Group Two, was formidable—but still fell short of Group One’s weakest, the "Tribulation Transcendent," by a few billion combat power.
Given time, if he surpassed the Tribulation Transcendent, would he become Group One’s 31st member?
This was a speculation destined to have no conclusion, for Ye Wuchen already belonged to Chen Yi. Even if he surpassed the 'Transcendent Celestial,' he would never be allowed into the inner circle—at most, he could only become the God of Wealth on the Purple Star Continent!
"This won’t do. This loophole must be sealed, or I won’t rest easy!"
"The top ten of the Supreme Ranking operate directly under the highest authority, and their origins can’t be traced, is that it? I refuse to believe none of you ever met in person during your younger days!"
"Number Eleven, let’s see where you’re hiding."
Chen Yi’s gaze turned profound.
Routine system scan initiated.
Open up—delivering warmth!
Yet, just as he quietly accessed the personal files of the eleventh-ranked individual...
Suddenly!
A voice broke the decade-long silence in the inner circle.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
