Three hours passed quickly, and the little golden dragon promptly sent a private message.
【Sour Pickled Fish: Brother Yi, I'm ready, let's go!】
【Sour Pickled Fish has shared a location. Accept the invitation?】
【‘Damn Immortal Tribulation is Still Chasing Me’ has accepted the invitation. Special teleportation channel is opening.】
Inside the Illusory Star Cave Heaven, Chen Yi's true body remained seated on the purple meditation cushion. Above the chat group avatar, ripples slowly formed in space as a dazzling teleportation vortex emerged.
After thoroughly inspecting the vortex to ensure the little golden dragon hadn’t tampered with it, Chen Yi waved his hand, and the fifty-four hovering Chaos Colored Pearls in mid-air faintly glowed.
One of them instantly transformed into an avatar, while the remaining fifty-three concealed all fluctuations, forming an unremarkable necklace that draped around the avatar’s neck.
Then, the moment the teleportation vortex fully solidified, he charged straight into it!
Meanwhile, in the depths of the vast starry sky beyond the Chenxiao Great World.
Shen Lingxi, ranked second on the chat group’s peak leaderboard, suppressed a rampaging spatial vortex with one hand while pressing the other against her chest. Her beautiful eyes flickered with a mix of fervor and coldness, but ultimately settled into calm as she watched a teleportation gate slowly form nearby.
Though she wanted to demand answers from the "helper" their leader had invited—what exactly had he done to her dear Qianxue?—the deed was done. What should and shouldn’t have happened had already occurred, and she could do nothing to reverse it. All she could do now was prioritize the bigger picture.
"Hah—"
Her ample chest rose and fell slightly as she took a deep breath, forcing a polite smile onto her lips. Her gaze held three parts indifference, three parts nonchalance, and four parts feigned warmth as she turned toward the teleportation gate, ready to greet the arrival of this "helper."
Hm?
Why did this person seem... weak?
His aura was decent, but at best, he seemed only at the mid-to-late True Immortal stage. Was this really the helper their leader had invited?
No matter. The leader must have his reasons. Surely, it’s just that I can’t see through his depths!
"Chen Yi, leader of Group 108, hello!" She greeted him politely, then promptly introduced herself with utmost seriousness:
"I am Shen Lingxi, a member of the Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group (Group 1) of the Myriad Worlds, ranked second on the peak leaderboard under the alias ‘Little Brat Who Never Gains Weight.’ By the leader’s orders, I am here to brief you on Xu Jinghong—ranked third on the leaderboard, also known as the Treading Heaven Ancestor."
She was clever—revealing her online alias herself spared her the awkwardness of being called by it offline.
"Little Brat Who Never Gains Weight, hello!" Chen Yi responded with equal courtesy. Since they were fellow chat group members, it was only proper to address her by her alias. Using her real name would be far too presumptuous.
He looked at this peak-ranked second with admiration, his gaze devoid of any lingering appreciation for her beauty—only the delight of discovering excellent material.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. How did she know that Ziwei was currently in need of a supreme-grade spirit cultivator capable of suppressing the Dao of Reincarnation?!
Since it was their first meeting, he had no gifts prepared, but once this matter was settled, he’d definitely send her a dozen or so Chaos Colored Pearls.
No need to thank him—it was only right.
Shen Lingxi: "..."
Excuse me, but are you serious?
Calling her by her alias was one thing, but why was he staring at her with such a bizarre look in his eyes?
What exactly was he planning?
After a pause, she maintained her awkward yet polite smile and said, "Let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ll brief you on the situation first."
"Xu Jinghong transmigrated here with the Chaos Sword Body from the very beginning. He was the fastest cultivator in our group during his early stages—a monstrous talent. He once briefly held the position of group leader. He’s extremely combative, obsessed with sword duels, and created the ‘Startling Swan Sword Formation,’ setting the fastest records for clearing all exorcism dungeons and demon-slaying trials..."
"Unfortunately, he was too arrogant. He treated everyone as mere weaklings and recklessly challenged the Immortal Ascension Tribulation..."
Hearing this, Chen Yi couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. It all felt eerily familiar.
Shen Lingxi continued, "Whether it was luck or misfortune, 9,500 years ago, the Immortal Ascension Tribulation wasn’t as terrifying as it is now. Due to recent upheavals in the Upper Realm, the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder was only a quarter of its current power!"
"And yet, he withstood five strikes before his physical body was melted away. Fortunately, the tribulation left a sliver of mercy, not erasing his soul entirely. As long as he endured the scorching remnants of the divine thunder, he could become a loose immortal..."
Hiss—
Chen Yi couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath!
This Xu Jinghong was a legend!
The first time, I could only withstand one strike—by the second, I had to flee. Yet he endured five?!
Even if the tribulation back then wasn’t as brutal—four strikes then equaling one now—withstanding five proved that Xu Jinghong at his peak surpassed even me!
The only pity was that he failed to preserve his original body. Once forced into becoming a loose immortal, his flawless unity was shattered, leaving him forever incomplete. Even if he reforged a body, his Dao path would bear irreversible scars, severely limiting his future progress!
"Our group leader mentioned that you’ve also faced the Immortal Ascension Tribulation—more than once, in fact. How did you manage it?" Shen Lingxi asked curiously, noticing his reaction.
Frankly, even as a late-stage Mystic Immortal, she didn’t dare challenge that horrifying tribulation. Yet this man before her, who seemed only at the mid-to-late True Immortal stage... not only dared to but repeatedly danced on its edge!
Was he truly that fearless?
The Immortal Ascension Tribulation offered only a sliver of mercy—one had to lose their physical body to survive, and their soul had to endure the thunder’s scorching yang energy. Only loose immortals could survive it.
But looking closely, this man named Chen Yi didn’t seem like a loose immortal at all!
"Want to learn? I can teach you," Chen Yi replied with a faint smile.
"Thanks, but no need," Shen Lingxi declined firmly before continuing, "As I was saying, Xu Jinghong was left with only his soul after being struck by the divine thunder. The turning point of his life began there."
"Though he used the chat group’s resources to rebuild a perfect body, his Dao heart remained shattered. He wandered the mortal world like a lost ghost, devoid of purpose..."
"None of us could persuade him—he had to find his own way out. But it seemed he couldn’t. Then, at the darkest moment of his life..."
Here, a trace of complexity flickered in Shen Lingxi’s eyes.
"A light appeared, pulling him from the abyss. Because of that light, his life regained color, and he returned stronger than ever."
"But now... that light is gone."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
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