Ye Ancai was a transmigrator.
He had a heavenly start—born as the young master of the world's foremost imperial clan in the Mo Yun Continent, making him the most privileged and illustrious second-generation figure of his era, with an invincible background!
His talent was even more extraordinary: a once-in-ten-millennias Heavenly Giant Spirit Root, which allowed him to absorb and refine spiritual energy at a rate ten times faster than a normal Heavenly Spirit Root. Given that a Heavenly Spirit Root alone was enough to make one a prodigy of a sacred land, this meant he was ten times a prodigy—he could take on ten of them at once!
In short, as long as nothing went wrong, Ye Ancai would soon inherit the title of the world's strongest from his father.
But alas, if there were no accidents, an accident was bound to happen.
His hand of aces was ruthlessly torn apart by fate. His father, brimming with inexplicable confidence, recklessly chose to trigger the Tribulation of Ascension in an attempt to become an immortal—and died on the spot!
With the clan's greatest pillar gone, the world, having long suffered under the Ye Clan's rule, rose up in unison to attack!
The Ye Clan, which had dominated the Mo Yun Continent for tens of thousands of years, was annihilated.
If not for the fact that Ye Ancai, at the critical moment, bound himself to the belated Transmigrators' Mutual Aid Group Across the Myriad Realms and escaped with the help of the senior transmigrators in the group, he would have long been skinned, drained of blood, and consumed entirely.
After all, as the young master of the Ye Clan, he was a prime target for extermination. Moreover, his Heavenly Giant Spirit Root was far too precious—he would undoubtedly have been used as top-tier material for refining spiritual energy!
Thus, with such a sea of blood and hatred, he was determined to take revenge!
Though his talent was exceptional, before it was converted into actual strength, talent alone was useless.
Fortunately, his status as an enemy of the world made it easy to earn points in the group. Moreover, back then, the rule that failing a quest would deduct group experience and downgrade the chat hadn't yet been implemented, so the senior transmigrators in the group treated him like a hot commodity.
Unfortunately, triggering quests was highly risky. Not only did he have to dance on the edge of a knife, but there were also situations where the quests exceeded the group members' abilities, making them unclaimable. A single misstep would lead to eternal damnation!
Could he do it?
He had to!
And thankfully, he did.
By squeezing every last drop of potential from his Heavenly Giant Spirit Root, relying on the daily sign-in points from the group and the meager rewards from the members' red packets, he broke through to the Unity Realm in just thirty short years!
Finally, he could enter the Exorcism Dungeon to quickly farm points and resources!
But just as he had saved up enough points and bought a peerless immortal weapon of slaughter from the Multiverse Store, ready to take his revenge—
The Mo Yun Heavenly Dao had already collapsed, the world overturned, and all life slaughtered!
When he returned from the Exorcism Dungeon, all that greeted him was a wasteland.
Not a single survivor remained. The once vibrant and thriving world, full of life, was now a desolate and broken dead zone in the blink of an eye...
At that moment, Ye Ancai lost his mind.
Drawing his sword, he looked around in utter bewilderment. The hatred that had fueled his drive for revenge was now pointless—his enemies had all perished in a cataclysmic event.
What, then, was the meaning of his strength?
What was the meaning of existence?
What was the truth of life?
For years, he sat in meditation atop the ruins until the entire world could no longer hold together, gradually crumbling into cosmic dust scattered across the vast starry sky. Only then did he finally find his answer.
Nothing had any meaning. Only by living could one perceive meaning—or rather, only by feeling could one feel alive.
What did it matter whether he personally avenged his blood feud or not? The debt was already settled. As long as he was still alive, that was enough!
He would focus on pleasing himself. All that bitter hatred could go to hell!
With his mind now clear, Ye Ancai felt his bottleneck loosen. With enough spiritual energy, he could even attempt the Tribulation of Ascension right then and there!
But he wasn't as foolish as his cheap old man. The Tribulation of Ascension was downright sinister—who in their right mind would dare attempt it?
Suppressing his cultivation, he prepared to release it inside the Exorcism Dungeon instead.
Yet just as he was about to leave—
The truth behind the sudden collapse of the Mo Yun Continent revealed itself to him.
It was a humanoid Abyssal Fiend, its rotting hand clutching a blood-stained pouch. Though it appeared dead, it was still alive!
The Mo Yun Heavenly Dao's killing intent had manifested as a sword, pinning the fiend in the void—unable to escape, yet unable to fully perish.
Meanwhile, the blood-stained pouch glowed faintly, containing the shattered fragments of the Mo Yun Heavenly Dao's essence.
Seeing this, Ye Ancai immediately realized it had been a mutual destruction scenario.
During his seclusion, the Mo Yun Heavenly Dao and the Abyssal Fiend had fought to the bitter end. Though the Heavenly Dao had ultimately lost, it had mustered the power of all living beings to seal the fiend away.
Before being pinned down, the Abyssal Fiend had also stripped away most of the Heavenly Dao's essence and the life force of all beings, turning the once-thriving world into a dead zone.
Had he not been hiding in the Exorcism Dungeon of the chat group, he too would have been just another casualty among countless others.
But now...
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits!
Without hesitation, he took the blood-stained pouch from the Abyssal Fiend's grasp.
This was a treasure beyond anything he had ever seen—even more valuable than the God-Slaying Flying Dagger he had painstakingly saved up points to buy over decades!
Containing the Heavenly Dao's essence was just its most basic function. The true treasure lay in the strange spatial nodes within it.
The pouch itself was ordinary, but the heart's blood staining it was anything but. In its normal state, it seemed unremarkable—just the blood of some powerful being.
But once it came into contact with the Heavenly Dao's essence, its divine properties emerged. Not only could it absorb the essence stored in the pouch, expanding the strange space within, but it could even generate a purer form of energy than immortal qi—Source Power!
After fully understanding the pouch's abilities, Ye Ancai's mindset underwent a subtle shift.
Earning points through the Exorcism Dungeon was too slow. But by secretly siphoning off a world's Heavenly Dao essence, he could obtain resources worth hundreds of billions of points...
Especially since the blood-stained pouch could even locate worlds on its own...
What was he supposed to do?
So what if he became an Outer Realm Demon?
Transmigrators were Outer Realm Demons anyway!
He didn't dare target powerful worlds, but against weaker ones, he held an overwhelming advantage.
Still, his conscience wasn't completely gone. He didn't descend into becoming a true Abyssal Fiend. Instead, he adopted a "bloodletting" approach—draining worlds without harming their foundations, then returning to harvest them again and again, adhering to sustainable development principles.
In fact, during this process, he even righteously exterminated the Abyssal Fiends lurking outside these worlds, sucking them dry.
He hadn't slain the dragon—he had become it. And he was rather proud of that.
Thanks to the blood-stained pouch, his cultivation soared at an unprecedented rate.
Even though he was the newest member of the group, spending most of his time chatting and slacking off in dungeon runs, he still rapidly surpassed one senior transmigrator after another.
But hey, with a Heavenly Giant Spirit Root, wasn't it only natural that he cultivated faster?
However, after climbing to second place in the fourth group, he wisely stopped to consolidate his position, ensuring he maintained a gap of at least 100 million combat power from the group leader to avoid arousing suspicion and getting kicked out!
Ah, but these are just minor trials.
After all, the tighter the spring is compressed, the harder it snaps back!
Centuries of meticulous planning, all for that one moment to surpass the group leader!
But if nothing unexpected happens... well, the unexpected arrives soon enough!
The chat group was struck by an unknown upheaval—the entire top thirty of the peak rankings from the first group went offline, and the second group following them also vanished without a trace. Many sequential group chats disbanded one after another!
This sudden chaos propelled Ye Ancai, who couldn’t even make it onto the peak rankings before, straight to the top!
Ranked eighteenth on the peak leaderboard, he now earned a hefty 30,000 immortal yuan stones daily!
This was no small sum of resources!
In the past, he would have stopped here. Harvesting a portion of a mid-tier world’s heavenly essence would destabilize the natural order—an act of great sin—and the refined source energy gained would barely be equivalent to a few thousand immortal yuan stones.
But alas... he had become addicted to that pure source energy!
"I’ll stop after harvesting 30 million tons of source energy!"
So he declared, continuing to pilot his bloodstained cloth sack through the chaotic void currents, drifting toward the next world guided by an unseen force, even as the chat group’s functions were restricted.
But who could have predicted?
Just during a quick nap!
A guy dressed in a gilded crimson God of Wealth robe would be wandering aimlessly through the void currents?
And even casually pick up the bloodstained sack?!
Fortunately, he was only curious about the heart’s blood staining the sack. After a brief inspection revealed nothing unusual, he simply stored it away.
But then came the absurd part.
How the hell does a measly Unity-stage cultivator have heavenly essence on his finger?!
And then he just sticks it into the sack, poking around like it’s his own damn house?!
As expected, the strange heart’s blood on the sack was activated, jolting the napping Ye Ancai awake in an instant!
Oh no!
This is bad!
He hadn’t landed in just any ordinary place!
With only an early-stage True Immortal cultivation, forget about defeating True Immortal Ye Wuchen—even if he somehow managed, what awaited him next was... the even more sinister Tribulation Master!
How is this even playable?
I’m so !
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
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!
