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 !
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?"
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...
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.
