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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
