The Immortal Realm, Wuji Divine Palace.
Immortal Emperor Wuji stood motionless as a statue before the Mirror of Heaven’s Gaze.
Reflected within its surface were multiple scenes from a "corner of the Immortal Realm."
A ten-thousand-zhang golden dragon battled through thirty thousand miles of roiling clouds before plunging downward, shattering the thick layer of Profound Ice with a thunderous crash. From the depths of the extreme cold, it seized the Ice Soul Frost Vein and refined it in an instant.
A graceful female immortal, clad in a flowing, plain-colored robe, tread lightly upon the ground, each step giving rise to a lotus blossom. She moved effortlessly through the Land of Supreme Yin, her ethereal Dao essence transforming into starlight that soothed the violent spirits and purified their chaotic obsessions, restoring them to clarity. In the end, surrounded by countless spirits, she plucked the Nine-Leaf Soul-Restoring Herb and casually scooped up large quantities of Spirit Source Nethersoil.
A male immortal with feminine features carried a massive hammer that starkly contrasted with his delicate appearance. He struck the Primordial Blackgold Mountain again and again, harvesting vast amounts of Primordial Blackgold ore.
A Daoist draped in a Yin-Yang Taiji robe, wielding an engraving knife and a recording brush, skulked about, measuring the earth with his feet. With precision, he anchored the hidden immortal crystal veins deep underground, trapping them in an inescapable prison before extracting warm Immortal Essence Stones one by one...
A towering, bare-chested celestial, his explosive muscles on full display, uprooted the Sky-Piercing Tree with sheer brute force...
And another...
Nine scenes, nine immortals, all frantically seizing rare resources.
"Though these ants seem full of openings, my instincts tell me that rash action will only invite calamity!"
"Alas... the lower realm must not be touched..."
Immortal Emperor Wuji sighed deeply, his expression grave as he returned to his throne.
The danger of variables lay in their unpredictability and uncontrollability.
Unpredictability meant that until a variable fully manifested as his destined tribulation, it could be anyone, anything—or even nothing at all!
Uncontrollability meant it could not be foreseen, judged, or suppressed!
Thus, sealing the Immortal Gate and cutting off ascension was the best defensive measure he could take. After all, as long as variables remained trapped in the barren lower realm, their growth would always be limited!
Given enough time, once he reached the threshold of the Chaos Sovereign Realm, he would no longer need to fear variables—he would suppress them all!
But alas, the damned Ling Xiao had secretly moved the Epoch Treasury to the lower realm!
Now, even without entering the Immortal Realm, variables could gather enough resources to grow strong!
Still, there was good news.
The lower realm's laws were incomplete, even broken. Beings nurtured in such an environment would never match the solid foundations of those from the Immortal Realm—their power would be diminished by at least thirty percent, if not more!
It was like comparing a child raised on gruel to one raised on meat—how could the scrawny one hope to match the other’s strength?
Of course, exceptions existed—freaks born with divine might—but such beings inevitably harbored fatal flaws. Once identified, they could be dealt with accordingly.
"Overall, the advantage is still mine!"
Wuji’s gaze deepened as he reached a decision.
Since he could not avoid it, he would fight head-on!
He would allow the variable to grow in the lower realm until its unpredictability vanished and it fully became his destined tribulation—only then would he crush it with overwhelming force!
You eat grass, I eat meat—you were born to be devoured by me!
"This corner of the Immortal Realm shall be the buffer between us. I grant you time to grow... until you can no longer see my shadow!"
"Ling Xiao, you lured me to the lower realm, hoping I would be trapped and distracted?"
"You wish to restore the old order? You are unworthy!"
"The Epoch Treasury shall be mine... and the variable of uncertainty—it too shall be mine!"
The Void Expanse.
Chen Yi, bare-chested and radiating his unrestrained aura, suddenly fell into deep thought.
Wait... this doesn’t make sense!
In the past, the Immortal Ascension Tribulation would come charging the moment it caught his scent. So why, after all this time, was there still no sign of it?
What? Did it really think he’d died during the eighty-second tribulation?
But shouldn’t it recognize his aura by now?
Why wasn’t it chasing him?!
"Hey!!!"
Refusing to believe it, Chen Yi unleashed his aura once more.
A vast, crushing pressure erupted from him, collapsing outward like a tidal wave capable of annihilating everything in its path!
Yet...
Still no Immortal Ascension Tribulation.
Now, Chen Yi began to panic.
"No... Tribulation, how can I live without you?!"
For the past 721 years, he and the Immortal Ascension Tribulation had engaged in passionate clashes, averaging about once every nine years.
But the intervals depended on Chen Yi’s recovery speed—sometimes as short as three or four years, the longest stretch being twelve. Each time, the tribulation arrived at its peak, allowing Chen Yi to revel in the battle to his heart’s content. Eighty-two times they had danced!
In this barren lower realm, only the Immortal Ascension Tribulation could excite him!
And now... it wasn’t coming!
Without the tribulation, how could he stand against the Twin Emperors?!
"Perhaps refining the Chaos Divine Thunder Essence altered my aura in some unknown way. Though not as self-sustaining as an immortal body, it might have disqualified me from attracting the tribulation..."
"Also, during the eighty-second tribulation, I faked my death. The tribulation clouds might have believed it, burying all records of me in the past. That’s why it’s not coming now..."
"It can’t be that the Immortal Realm is pulling another stunt and stopped sending tribulations. It can’t be. No, absolutely not!"
"Stay calm. First, find a normal Transcendent Realm cultivator to test this!"
His gaze sharpened as he donned his Concealing Azure Heaven-Shrouding Robe. With a wave, he conjured a spatial portal and stepped through, setting the destination—the Celestial Pivot Star Domain!
Celestial Pivot Star Domain.
Twenty-three years had passed since the Cloud Province Incident.
The once-feared Forbidden Zone, whose name alone could make children tremble, had long become a laughingstock.
Two decades ago, Fang Zheng, the first-generation Quasi-Emperor of the Fang Clan, had stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Zone, wielding the Imperial Seal. He pummeled the twenty-four Supreme Beings so thoroughly that they couldn’t even lift their heads. Whether in high spirits or foul moods, he beat them for amusement or venting—much to the delight of the masses, who cheered him on!
Yet he did not exterminate these tumors. Instead, he left them as whetstones for his successor—Fang Fan, the second-generation Supreme Being of the Fang Clan.
Thus, ten years ago, after Fang Zheng mysteriously vanished, Fang Fan rose swiftly to take his father’s place. With the Imperial Seal in hand and only half-step into the Quasi-Emperor Realm, he sat alone before the Forbidden Zone, suppressing all twenty-four Supreme Beings and preventing them from stirring up another Dark Calamity!
Such unparalleled dominance!
Fang Zheng had been like a dazzling meteor—unremarkable at first, ignored by all until his final descent, where he erupted in brilliance, illuminating an era. His legend was confined to that glorious decade and the mysterious extraterrestrial Emperor who stood behind him.
But Fang Fan?
He had been extraordinary since childhood. Tales of his exploits were countless, and the world reveled in recounting them, elevating his fame to unprecedented heights!
At the age of three, he went missing, only to return carried on the back of a qilin. By six, he stumbled into the sacred grounds of the True Martial Emperor and inherited fragments of the "Scripture of Demon Subjugation." At nine, he ventured into the Fallen Dragon Abyss, where the blood of a true dragon cleansed his meridians and tempered his bones. By twelve, he had forged his Divine Bridge, sweeping through the younger generation of Yunzhou like a storm... At fifteen, he slew the young patriarch of the Wang Clan, the ruling power of Yunzhou, igniting a calamity that threatened his clan's annihilation—until his father, Fang Zheng, summoned a mysterious emperor from beyond their realm...
Now, at merely thirty-eight, he has reached the Sixth Heaven of Quasi-Emperor cultivation, traversing a path that would take others centuries to complete.
Given a little more time, flattening the Forbidden Zones of Life would be inevitable. The only question is whether he, like his father before him, will reject the Heaven-Sent Heart Imprint and refuse to ascend as a true emperor.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] [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!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
