Facing a ruthless and vicious outlaw, with no means of counterattack, the optimal choice to avoid greater losses is to calmly sit down and negotiate.
The Azure Heaven Dao was, of course, rational. It quickly suppressed its turbulent origin, dispersing the net of azure heavenly lightning and calming the overwhelming fluctuations of its laws, reverting to its feeble, pseudo-immortal-level aura.
"State your demands. As long as you release the Young Mistress, anything can be arranged!" The Azure Heaven Dao coldly stared at the faintly visible shadowy figure.
"Don't rush!" Chen Yi, watching the Azure Heaven Dao expertly disguise itself, was immediately intrigued. "First, answer me—why pretend to be such a weak, cowardly fool? Is there a reason?"
"Before you release the Young Mistress, I have the right to remain silent," the Azure Heaven Dao replied firmly.
"You have no choice!" Chen Yi’s tone was equally unyielding.
After a moment of silence, the Azure Heaven Dao wisely answered: "Disguising myself is for self-preservation. The Myriad Realms are like a dark forest, teeming with countless thieves. Only the mighty Upper Realms shine like the sun. If the Azure Cloud Continent stands out too much, it will only attract more covetous eyes!"
"Hmm?" Chen Yi was puzzled and asked bluntly, "So it’s not fear of suppression from the Upper Realms? And what are these thieves you speak of? The Abyssal Fiends?"
"I’ve already answered one question. Now, I need confirmation that the Young Mistress is unharmed. Otherwise, I refuse to respond!" The Azure Heaven Dao lowered its demands but grew even more resolute.
"Relax, she’s just asleep. But if you keep refusing to cooperate, your Young Mistress will suffer dearly!" Chen Yi’s calm voice carried a cruel edge.
Han Qianxue absolutely could not emerge from the isolation pouch right now—not only was the Azure Heaven Dao agitated, but the Chat Group was also in a frenzy, even dispatching an inspection system to handle the situation!
But a performance must be thorough. Just because the inspection system was on his side didn’t mean he could act recklessly. After all, the Chat Group’s anchor point in Han Qianxue’s mind belonged to Group One, and within Group One were ten ancient beings directly overseen by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s central authority!
This direct line to the highest echelons wasn’t yet under his monopoly. Until he fully researched the issues with Han Qianxue and devised countermeasures, she could not leave the isolation pouch!
Unaware of these intricacies, the Azure Heaven Dao’s celestial dome twisted in fury, its voice savage:
"You won’t even grant such a simple request? What have you done to my Young Mistress? Is she truly just asleep, or has she slept into death?!"
Chen Yi remained unperturbed. "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. As an elder Dao, you should be able to discern the truth in my words. Stay calm, answer honestly, and it’ll be better for everyone."
The Azure Heaven Dao: ......
What could it do?
Risk mutual destruction?
But this mysterious outlaw had pierced the heavens with a single halberd strike—even if the net broke, this great fish wouldn’t die!
Even with its full strength, it couldn’t win. What else was left?
It was powerless. It was useless!
It could do nothing......
After a long struggle, the Azure Heaven Dao finally yielded: "As long as you don’t harm the Young Mistress, I’ll cooperate fully. I’ll answer every question!"
"First question: My disguise isn’t out of fear of suppression from the Upper Realms. The Upper Realms disdain suppressing those below—they rely on their superior environments and higher law thresholds to attract beings from countless lower realms willingly."
"For example, this realm’s peak can produce Celestial Immortals, but that’s its limit. To advance further would require at least three epochs of accumulation. Meanwhile, the Upper Realms need only lower an Ascension Passage to recruit this realm’s pillars effortlessly."
"The Upper Realms call themselves the homeland of immortals, making countless heroes from the lower realms fight tooth and nail to enter. But do those so-called immortals even remember their true origins?"
"Ah, but in the end, Azure Cloud’s foundation is too shallow. How could I stop them from seeking a brighter future?"
By the end, the Azure Heaven Dao’s tone was laced with bitterness—resentment, helplessness, and melancholy.
Chen Yi nodded slightly, understanding now. He pressed on: "If the Upper Realms don’t suppress you, then your disguise is to guard against these so-called thieves? Are they the Abyssal Fiends, or something else?"
The Azure Heaven Dao paused, its tone tinged with oddity: "Yes. Thieves refer to all entities that steal a world’s fortune, not just the Abyssal Fiends. Their senses are keen—once they detect a world in its prime, they latch onto it like leeches, draining its fortune to strengthen themselves and hasten its decline..."
"At first, I thought you were one of them. But now, it seems you know nothing. Who are you? What do you want with my Young Mistress?"
"No, by your definition, I am a thief!" Chen Yi dropped the act. "Your foundation is immense. Hand over half of your True Immortal-level law origin!"
A Heavenly Dao’s world-grade law origin encompasses all things—it’s fundamentally different from the law origin cultivated by individual practitioners.
If a practitioner’s law is like plucking a leaf from the tree of laws, then the Heavenly Dao is the soil that nurtures the entire tree!
The Great Dao numbers fifty, but the heavens derive only forty-nine. This "forty-nine" isn’t just a count—it’s the ultimate number, encompassing all aspects, leaving nothing out!
Thus, for a Heavenly Dao to ascend, the time and effort required far surpass that of any practitioner!
Even with the current Ziwei Heavenly Dao powered by the Flying Star Core and supported by numerous celestial officials sharing the burden, advancing from pseudo-immortal to True Immortal would take millennia at minimum!
Chen Yi couldn’t wait that long. He wasn’t a conventional man—he walked the wild path, accustomed to speed, utterly incapable of slowing down!
So, the wild path had its own methods. If the orthodox route was too slow, he’d simply "borrow" origin from well-developed worlds to nurture Ziwei. Efficient and effective!
The Azure Heaven Dao: ......
And you claim you’re not a bandit?!
Ordinary thieves at most siphon fortune, stir chaos, or devour lives—they rarely touch the foundation, lest they kill the goose that lays golden eggs.
But you, damnable outlaw, not only kidnapped Azure Cloud’s pillar but now demand its Heavenly Dao’s law origin?!
If granted, Azure Cloud would at best regress in rank—at worst, see its sun and moon dim, its heavens collapse!
But if refused, this bandit would take it by force... and who knew if it could withstand him?
Ah, damnable bandit—how damnable you are!
"Fine. I’ll give it to you. But in exchange, you must release the Young Mistress. Otherwise, I won’t yield—even if it means sinking Azure Cloud!"
The Azure Heaven Dao made the wisest choice.
Though it couldn’t resist this bandit, it could ensure he gained nothing!
Yet the moment the words fell, the dark heavens were violently torn asunder.
A sinister, eerie burst of laughter followed close behind.
"Kekekekeke..."
"So that’s why the Azure Heaven’s Dao erupted for no reason—it turns out that damned woman Han Qianxue is gone! Kekeke... Now, who’s left to stop me? Who dares to stand in my way?! I’ll feast to my heart’s content!!!"
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?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
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!
