Three million points may seem like a lot, but in reality, it’s barely enough.
For Chen Yi, it’s just a meager snack.
After all, his cultivation level is extremely high, yet the tasks assigned to him are of low difficulty, so the rewards naturally feel insignificant.
It’s like a max-level powerhouse grinding beginner quests—effortless to complete, but the rewards are practically useless, or at best, barely worth the effort.
Exchanging three million points for twenty Immortal Yuan Stones isn’t even enough to evolve a single one-star clone into an immortal body. He still needs to take on those high-risk, high-reward missions.
The fiercer the storm, the more valuable the catch. Unfortunately, he joined the group too late and missed the "Dark Calamity" mission.
That one offered three billion points—equivalent to a whopping fifteen hundred Immortal Yuan Stones, enough to evolve fifteen one-star clones into immortal bodies!
And the required combat power was only eighty million. For Chen Yi, whose one-star clones each possess nine hundred million in combat power, it would’ve been another easy task.
What a missed opportunity!
But luckily, there’s still hope. Though the unlucky soul who triggered the last Dark Calamity mission is gone, he’s stumbled upon Fang Zheng.
Once he completes this advanced mission and tosses Fang Zheng into that so-called "Forbidden Zone of Life"... heh heh...
"Where’s the Wang Clan? Point me in the right direction!" Chen Yi asked calmly, his hand itching for action.
"Uh..." Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment before replying, "Northwest, at the heart of Yunzhou, atop the Crimson Mist Mountain where the spiritual energy is most concentrated!"
The moment the words left his mouth—
Chen Yi raised his palm, and the clear sky darkened in an instant!
A colossal hand, vast enough to blot out the heavens, descended from the void, pressing down slowly. Turbulent winds howled as a terrifying shockwave swept across all of Yunzhou!
The horrifying phenomenon sent mortals into panic, while cultivators trembled in fear, their courage shattered.
"Ahhh!!!"
"What’s happening?!"
"That enormous hand... which ancient monster from the Forbidden Zone has lost their mind again?!"
"Wasn’t the last Dark Calamity less than a thousand years ago? Another one already?!"
"Half the population died last time—I barely survived! This time, I’m done for!!"
"Mom, I’m gonna die..."
At the same time, deep within the Forbidden Zone of Life, eerie movements stirred.
Pairs of aged, decaying eyes slowly opened, their gazes filled with shock and uncertainty as they looked toward the sky.
"Such oppressive pressure... has another Great Emperor emerged?"
"No, not a Great Emperor. I only achieved Dao Severance less than a millennium ago, and the Heavenly Dao’s imprint hasn’t even reformed yet. This person... he’s suppressing the Heavenly Dao with his own power!"
"Who is he? His aura feels unfamiliar, as if he’s not of this realm. Could he be an Outer Realm Demon?"
"Hmph, if he were an Outer Realm Demon, the Heavenly Dao would’ve already awakened to suppress him. How could it allow such arrogance?!"
"For some reason, I feel an inexplicable unease. The arrival of this unknown Great Emperor may not bode well."
"Tch, pointless fear. How many lofty figures have ultimately fallen to the ravages of time and self-destruction? Since ancient times, it’s always been the same. One man alone can’t shake the Forbidden Zone!"
"If he knows his place, fine. If not... a Great Emperor at his peak is worth the essence of hundreds of millions of lives. Even if we must briefly ascend to our ultimate state, we can replenish our losses!"
"Ascending to the ultimate state comes at too great a cost. If we can’t recover, it’ll be disastrous. Let’s hope this Great Emperor has some sense..."
"..."
The ancient beings hiding in the Forbidden Zone whispered among themselves.
Meanwhile, beneath the colossal hand, the Wang Clan’s territory echoed with screams of despair.
"It’s over! Everything’s over!!"
"Our clan’s Quasi-Emperor artifact shattered! The protective formation collapsed in less than a breath! We’re doomed..."
"Why? Why has such calamity befallen our Wang Clan?!"
"For tens of thousands of years, our clan has coexisted peacefully in Yunzhou, never making enemies lightly. We have no feuds—so why must we face annihilation?!"
"We must’ve failed to eradicate our enemies completely. I remember now... the clan head from two generations ago once mentioned an infant from a fallen imperial clan that went missing during their extermination. They searched for years but never found the child. Even on his deathbed, he kept muttering about it. None of us took it seriously... It must be him. The last descendant of the Nine Suns Great Emperor has returned..."
"Heaven has forsaken us..."
"..."
BOOM—!!!
As the massive hand pressed down relentlessly, the obscured Heavenly Dao of this realm finally sensed something amiss and rumbled in protest.
This power far exceeded the limits of the world’s natural laws—it was something no native being could ever achieve!
Therefore...
This was the work of an Outer Realm Demon!
Realizing this, the Heavenly Dao intervened at once. Dark clouds churned as its overwhelming might clashed with the void-born hand, halting its descent!
Its resolve was absolute—it would never allow an Outer Realm Demon to slaughter its subjects!
[WARNING! Your actions have exceeded the concealment capabilities of the Chat Group. The Heavenly Dao of this realm has detected you. Return immediately?]
"Took you long enough to notice. But trying to stop me? Not a chance."
Chen Yi smirked, ignoring the Chat Group’s warning. With a forceful push, his hand pressed down harder, locking in a fierce struggle against the Heavenly Dao’s power.
BOOM—!!!
The collision of these two overwhelming forces shook the heavens and the earth!
"Oh no, it really is an Outer Realm Demon!"
Dozens of withered figures within the Forbidden Zone rose to their feet, their expressions grave as they gazed across mountains and seas toward Yunzhou.
At the same time, the Heavenly Dao, unable to overpower Chen Yi outright, resorted to underhanded tactics.
The roiling dark clouds gathered directly above Yunzhou, crackling with bronze-colored heavenly lightning, ready to strike at the source!
Beside Chen Yi, Fang Zheng trembled uncontrollably, feeling as if an invisible hand had seized his throat. A suffocating pressure, like a python coiling around him, forced his mouth open as he desperately gasped for air.
This was terrifying—utterly terrifying!
Just being near the Group Master felt like melting. Any closer, and he might explode!
He wanted to run, but escape was impossible. An unseen force had frozen the surrounding space—he couldn’t even speak.
As the heavenly lightning circled above, a chilling sensation crept over his scalp, as if a bolt was about to strike him at any moment...
Thankfully, the Chat Group still worked. Desperate for reassurance, he quickly tagged the Group Master.
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: @TMD The Tribulation Is Still Chasing Me, Group Master, please retract your divine power! I’m about to explode! (shivering.jpg)]
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
