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!
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!
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
