The Little Golden Dragon finally obediently squeezed into the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, forcibly inserting itself into the conflict between Ling Xiao and Chen Yi!
Compared to Chen Yi's straightforward bullying, it despised Ling Xiao even more—this backstabbing, hypocritical "brother" who had forgotten his roots!
It was determined to team up with Chen Yi to crush Ling Xiao, avenging past grievances and finally venting its pent-up fury!
Meanwhile.
Deep within the River of Time, in an ancient era.
Ling Xiao had transformed into an unremarkable woodsman.
Before the morning mist had even dissipated, he had already slipped on his straw sandals, hoisted his well-worn iron axe over his shoulder, and set out.
His coarse linen shirt had been washed so often it had faded to a pale hue, his bronze skin rough as sandpaper. A crescent-shaped scar marked his right cheek—a souvenir from last year when a wood splinter had struck him while chopping trees.
His dew-dampened sandals crunched softly against the stone path. As he passed the old locust tree at the village entrance, he habitually ran his fingers over the peculiar symbols carved into the bark—marks left behind when he had prayed for blessings for his grandson.
To blend into this era, he had sacrificed so much that he had nearly deceived even himself.
But the results were worth it. After multiple investigations, the Supreme Immortal Court had found no anomalies and finally shifted their focus to another timeline.
"Heh, the sun isn’t as scorching today..."
He grinned, revealing a few missing teeth, his yellowed gums tinged with faint crimson. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunched together, concealing the otherworldly immortal light that didn’t belong to this mortal realm.
In that instant, a subtle ripple of thought pulsed across the endless river of time, halting at the point where the Supreme Immortal Court had severed its flow.
Though he couldn’t directly traverse back, he could still receive echoes of will imprints from the future.
Soon, Ling Xiao pinpointed the perfect moment to intervene!
At that very moment, Chen Yi and the Little Golden Dragon had just finished scheming and were jointly devouring Ling Xiao’s will imprints, which occupied half the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk.
According to their plan, aside from the three-tenths sealed by the Heaven-Earth Supreme Seal, the remaining seven-tenths would be split—Chen Yi taking at most two-tenths, the Little Golden Dragon one and a half, while Ling Xiao would retain three and a half.
Just as they were engrossed in their plunder—
Suddenly!
Ling Xiao’s dormant will imprints surged to life, manifesting as an ethereal avatar that glared furiously at the two intruders.
"You... have some nerve!"
A vast wave of willpower erupted, startling Chen Yi and the Little Golden Dragon.
"Well, well, if it isn’t Ling Xiao?" Chen Yi’s split consciousness sneered without hesitation. "Long time no see! Why so weak? Where’s that domineering energy you had when you sealed me away? Lost your edge?!"
But Ling Xiao ignored him entirely, his gaze locked onto the Little Golden Dragon. "You’re alive?!"
The Little Golden Dragon glared back with hatred. "You’re still breathing—why wouldn’t I be?!"
Ling Xiao fell silent for a moment before abruptly shifting his tone. "I... regret what I did. It was a moment of madness. Only after losing you did I realize my mistake. All these years, I’ve lived with nothing but remorse. If I could do it over, I’d choose to cherish you, even if it cost me my throne as Immortal Emperor."
"Pathetic!" The Little Golden Dragon scoffed coldly. "You think I’m still the same fool? I don’t believe a single word you say!"
Ling Xiao’s avatar wore a look of sorrow. "I know I’ve wronged you beyond measure. I don’t dare ask for forgiveness. But whether you believe me or not, everything I say is true. Here—I’ll return what’s yours."
With that, he actually began transferring his control over the disk’s regions to the Little Golden Dragon!
???
The Little Golden Dragon’s mind short-circuited again. This wasn’t part of Chen Yi’s plan!
He’s... actually giving it back?
Could he really mean—
No!
Think differently—judge by outcomes!
He’s playing me!
He still wants to use me!
If I accept this "repayment," then... then the Supreme Immortal Court will inevitably turn its sights on me. Not only will Ling Xiao’s treasures be at risk, but so will I!
The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk is too deeply tied to Ling Xiao. The Supreme Immortal Court would surely refine me to track him down!
The only way to avoid being refined is to board Ling Xiao’s sinking ship and follow him into the abyss!
Oh, he’s good. Still ruthless as ever!
But I’m not the same fool I used to be!
Chen Yi taught me never to take things at face value. I’m smarter now—I won’t fall for your tricks again!
"I won’t—"
"What’s all this muttering? Am I invisible?!"
Before the Little Golden Dragon could refuse, Chen Yi suddenly lashed out!
This idiot dragon was still too naive, unable to mask its true intentions. If it spilled everything, Chen Yi would lose the upper hand!
Ling Xiao was too cunning—he couldn’t be allowed to control the narrative!
Time to stir the pot!
"Mine! All of it is mine! Who said you could touch my things?!"
Without another word, Chen Yi’s split consciousness lunged forward, snatching at the shares of both Ling Xiao and the Little Golden Dragon!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
