In truth, the Divine Land now stands at the edge of a cliff.
It yearns to soar, yet cannot take flight—its resplendent brocade robes weigh too heavily upon it. It longs to turn back, yet the path up the mountain is treacherous, and those lavish robes are far too cumbersome. A single misstep would send it tumbling into the abyss below.
As for shedding those robes?
That’s even less of an option. The winds at the summit are fierce, the cold biting. Without its garments, it would freeze to death in moments.
So, trapped between a rock and a hard place, what is it to do?
The Divine Land’s Heavenly Dao has chosen to play the turtle, retreating into its shell. By doing nothing, it believes it can avoid all mistakes. And so it sits alone at the cliff’s edge, wrapped tightly in its finery, enduring the bitter gales.
Chen Yi had initially assumed it was simply helpless, frozen in place. He even made it clear that he could lend a hand—build a ladder to guide it safely down from the peak, back to warmth and comfort. Only then could it shed those useless robes, lighten its burden, and seize the sliver of hope to take flight.
Yet to his surprise, it ignored his outstretched hand entirely. Still swaddled in its gaudy attire, it stubbornly refused to undress, even shooing him away lest he disturb its frigid meditation...
How could Chen Yi not be disappointed?
Heaven’s wrath can be survived, but self-inflicted ruin is beyond saving!
No amount of good advice can save those hellbent on destruction!
And so, he’s done trying.
Some fools only learn through pain!
Since it refuses the toast, it’ll have to endure the penalty. The Divine Land is too precious a cradle for talent to be squandered by its whims.
But before resorting to force, he’ll have it optimize the foundational laws of the Faith Deity System. That way, when it inevitably resists and slacks off, he won’t have to step in personally.
With a sigh, Chen Yi murmurs, “Fine. Handle your own affairs as you see fit. I’ll interfere no more.”
As he speaks, he retrieves the research summaries compiled by Gu Yuan, Fang Zheng, and the others.
“The Faith System’s operational laws—revise them according to these proposals. Do it well, and I’ll leave. Do it poorly, and you’ll keep at it indefinitely.”
Hearing this, the Divine Land’s Heavenly Dao immediately begins reviewing the documents, eager to send this calamitous nuisance packing!
[Optimization Suggestions for Faith System Services: Public Oversight Mechanisms – Researcher Gu Yuan]
[Upgrades and Improvements for Core Functions of the Faith Deity Path – Researcher Fang Zheng]
[Analyzing the Faith Deity Path’s Weaknesses: Maximizing Efficiency and Benefits – Researcher Xiao Chunan]
[Thoughts on Promotion Mechanisms for Faith Deities – Researcher Lin Yuyu]
[Reform Proposals for Faith-Based Cultivation Methods – Deputy Team Leader Ye Wuchen]
Oh, wonderful. A complete overhaul of the Faith Deity Path. I’ll remember you five.
The Heavenly Dao feels a headache coming on—this workload is no joke.
Still, as the apex Heavenly Dao of the True Immortal-grade worlds, it may be lazy, but it’s no pushover!
Rewriting the logic of the law system’s operations? Child’s play. A few moments’ work, a quick review, and this troublemaker can scram!
“Hmm. The overall framework is decent, but certain aspects could use refinement. Tweak it further.”
Heavenly Dao: ???
Wait, did you even look properly before demanding changes?
This follows your five subordinates’ requests to the letter!
“Oh? You have objections?”
“Ahaha, perish the thought! I’ll get right on it!”
Another few moments pass.
“The foundation is serviceable, but still falls short of my expectations.”
Heavenly Dao: ......
What exactly is the problem?
Just spell it out!
Are you messing with me?
Fine, I’ll change it!
While Chen Yi busies himself schooling the Heavenly Dao, the trial nears its conclusion.
After confessing his crimes, the former fifth-rank River God of Lingyuan River—now stripped of his divine rank—seems oddly at peace, his once-dim eyes now clear.
“Ever since I was young, I dreamed of becoming a River God,” he admits. “Though I wasn’t born of water, who says one must swim to govern a river?”
“Prejudice is a mountain in the hearts of men. Can a bear truly never be a River God?”
“So, to achieve my dream faster, I didn’t bother accumulating merit. Instead, I gathered treasures, leveraged my uncle the Sun Touring God’s connections, and bribed the Taiji Immortal Elder to fast-track my promotion.”
“Let my downfall be a lesson to all—the heavens’ justice is inescapable!”
Beside him, the second-rank Sun Touring God offers a bitter smile.
“Sometimes I wonder—how high must one climb before it’s enough? If only I’d known my place sooner. Had my old superior not plucked me from obscurity, I might still be a carefree mountain spirit. Not that there’s anything wrong with that... but the Sun Touring God’s duties felt like boundless freedom.”
“Let this end with me. The fault is mine alone. My old superior knew nothing—I’ve only shamed him.”
SLAM!
From the plaintiffs’ bench, Chief Investigator Ye Wuchen slams the table and rises.
“You expect us to believe he knew nothing? Chunan! Bring forth the God of Judicial Law!”
Gasps ripple through the chamber.
A second-rank deity wasn’t the end? There’s more?!
The God of Judicial Law—one of the Celestial Palace’s thirteen highest-ranked leaders, ninth among the first-rank divinities!
How many more shocks can this humble Jiangbei Investigation Bureau deliver?
And why has the Central Celestial Palace remained silent?
Soon, the disheveled God of Judicial Law is hauled in, his power sealed by astral shackles, dangling from Xiao Chunan’s grip like a plucked chicken.
Why hasn’t the Celestial Palace spoken up?
How could it, when it no longer exists?
Ye Wuchen doesn’t joke around—he fights.
With Chen Yi shielding him from the Heavenly Dao’s pressure, he single-handedly dismantled that rotten edifice!
From Hanxi Mountain to the Southern Gate, then elbow-first through the Divine Land’s Celestial Court, he carved through all thirteen first-rank gods without blinking!
A victim himself, he fears violence—which is why he metes it out. His first entry into the Divine Land’s Celestial Free Combat Tournament earned him the championship!
But more importantly, Chen Yi needs laborers to develop the Ziwei Immortal Realm. How could he not share the burden?
And as the Ziwei Realm’s soon-to-be God of Wealth, what better housewarming gift than these thirteen?
Not a single one shall be spared!
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?!
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."
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?!
