The Profound Heaven Realm.
Dragon Transformation Island, Golden Scale Pool.
A graceful golden koi with sleek, flowing lines swam freely in the pool of immortal liquid. From time to time, it surfaced, blowing an ethereal bubble, its clear fish eyes shimmering with intelligence—seemingly naive yet brimming with wisdom.
As it swam, the golden koi suddenly shivered and spoke in human tongue.
"Something’s wrong!"
"The will imprint of my original form, Ling Xiao, has fallen completely silent!"
"My chance has come!"
No sooner had the words left its mouth than the golden koi leaped from the water, transforming in an instant into a ten-thousand-foot-long five-clawed golden dragon!
Its magnificent dragon body gleamed under the sunlight as it soared across three hundred million miles of sky, vanishing into the heavens in the blink of an eye.
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"Finally, the progress bar’s hit 50%. Let’s see if this treasury’s worth the—huh?"
Chen Yi, who was just about to extend his greedy hands into the built-in treasury of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, froze in shock as he stared at the sudden appearance of the five-clawed golden dragon outside the disk.
What the hell?
Wasn’t this place a special alternate dimension created by the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk? Existing between void and reality, nothing tangible should be able to enter except the disk itself!
Even his true form couldn’t step foot here—only his divine sense, an intangible force, could operate within this space.
So how the hell did this ten-thousand-foot golden dragon get in?!
This wasn’t some illusion either. His divine sense brushed against it and confirmed it was a physical entity!
And judging by the sheer intensity of its aura, it was a whole tier stronger than Han Qianxue, who was only at the early-stage Celestial Immortal realm!
Was this thing a Profound Immortal-level true dragon?!
Wait, forget the cultivation level—how the hell did it even get inside?!
Meanwhile, the golden dragon, equally startled to see another presence near the Creation Disk, narrowed its piercing golden vertical pupils in suspicion and demanded in a deep voice:
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
"Oh?" Chen Yi arched an eyebrow and shot back, "Who I am isn’t important. First, tell me—how did you get in?"
The dragon ignored him. Instead, its massive form coiled and transformed into a strikingly handsome man, who then lunged straight for the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk!
"Did I say you could move? How rude!"
Chen Yi’s eyes flashed coldly as an overwhelming surge of divine sense erupted from him!
Though this was merely a wisp of his soul and he couldn’t physically swing his halberd to teach this little dragon a lesson, a direct mental assault on its spirit would still leave it reeling!
After all, even the will imprint of a mighty immortal from the upper realms had failed to suppress Chen Yi’s soul fragment. Compared to that, this dragon’s spiritual strength was like firefly light daring to challenge the brilliance of the full moon!
Bzzzt!
The golden dragon was indeed halted by Chen Yi’s spiritual onslaught—but then, something unexpected happened.
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk trembled, releasing an eerie ripple that not only neutralized Chen Yi’s divine sense in an instant but also actively flew into the golden dragon’s embrace!
"What the—?!"
Chen Yi’s jaw dropped as the massive dragon head suddenly loomed before him. Stunned, he blurted, "Who the hell are you? How can you control the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk?!"
He was genuinely baffled. This was beyond absurd!
He had already refined half of the disk’s territory, making him its rightful half-master!
Yet even he couldn’t freely command the artifact, still bound by the other half-owner’s restrictions.
But this mysterious golden dragon had not only physically manifested here but could also manipulate the disk at will?!
How?!
"Ah, so it’s you!"
Upon touching the disk, realization dawned in the dragon’s golden eyes. Its vertical pupils locked onto Chen Yi’s soul fragment as it spoke calmly:
"Greetings, Chen Yi. From the M78 Nebula? No, wait—the Purple Star Continent’s Calamity Sovereign? Or should I say... the admin of Group 108, ‘TMD, the Immortal Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me’?"
Chen Yi: ???
Hold up—did you just dox me?!
The moment his real name and online alias were exposed, Chen Yi’s supercomputer-like brain short-circuited.
This wasn’t like that time with Mu Chen. That kid had just been bluffing, crafting an elaborate backstory about a group of old monsters to intimidate people—pure hot air.
But this dragon?!
Goddammit!
It actually had access to his records!
He’d already rewritten and overwritten all traces of his chat group history! How could it still dig this up?!
Even as half-owner of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, he couldn’t retrieve this data—it was stored in the disk’s memory archives, long since wiped clean!
To restore it, the disk would need a full reboot.
And if that happened, Chen Yi would’ve been alerted immediately to take countermeasures!
But... the disk hadn’t rebooted!
So how the hell did this Profound Immortal-level dragon uncover this?!
Wait—you bastard! Is this thing the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk’s manifested spirit?!
But that couldn’t be!
The original owner’s will imprint had suppressed it so thoroughly, treating it as nothing more than a tool. There was no way it could’ve gained sentience!
Yet if this dragon wasn’t the disk’s spirit, how could it control the artifact so effortlessly? Even retrieve deleted files?!
Chen Yi couldn’t make sense of it, so he cut straight to the point: "You’re the artifact’s spirit, aren’t you?"
The dragon nodded frankly. "You’re sharp. I think we might be able to work together."
Hearing this, Chen Yi’s tension eased slightly. Calmly, he asked, "What kind of partnership are we talking about?"
The dragon replied slowly, "Help me regain my freedom, and I’ll hand over Ling Xiao’s treasury to you."
"Regain freedom?" Chen Yi frowned. "Are you saying Ling Xiao forcibly took possession of you? You weren’t originally his creation?"
The dragon gave a slight nod. "When he was weak, I chose him. We fought side by side across realms, inseparable... but in the end, I was betrayed."
"He changed. Forgot his roots. To ascend, he extinguished my true spirit and used my remnants as his stepping stone to the pinnacle of power."
"Ah... ‘If only life could be as it was at first sight, why should the autumn wind grieve the painted fan?’ The human heart shifts so easily, yet he claims it was I who changed."
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)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?!
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?!
