The Turmoil You've Caused Will Be Quelled by Me

Cross-Dimensional Travelers' Mutual Aid Group, Chatroom 108.

The begging continues unabated.

[The God of Light is Unemployed: Group Leader, I'm so hungry... Surely you don’t want your dear group member to starve to death, right? (crying.jpg)]

[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Bro, stop with the shameless begging!]

[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: Group Leader, no need for a red packet—just a quick question. I just refined a batch of Foundation Establishment Pills, but they turned a bit black. Any idea why?]

[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Why bother the Group Leader? I can answer that! Blackening is normal. Last time I refined pills, they spewed green smoke. Tasted weird, but after three days of diarrhea, my cultivation actually improved!]

[The God of Light is Unemployed: So hungry, so hungry, so hungry...]

Chen Yi glanced at the chat and raised an eyebrow.

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me (Group Leader): Were you guys just asking for help?]

[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: Uh... Boss, I know you’re eager, but hold on. This doesn’t meet the threshold for triggering a mission. It only works in life-or-death situations—like if I, a Foundation Establishment Stage 8 cultivator, provoked a Golden Core expert who’s about to kill me.]

"Oh? So there’s a procedure?"

After hearing the explanation from the former group leader, Chen Yi pondered for a moment before a bold idea struck him.

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me (Group Leader): I’ve got a crazy plan!]

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me sent a red packet worth 1,000 low-grade spirit stones, with a note: No danger? Then create danger! The chaos you stir up, I’ll quell! (Claiming this means agreeing to take the risk.)]

[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: Bro, seriously...]

[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Boss, this is life-and-death stuff. Even if I love adventure... you gotta sweeten the deal!]

Chen Yi’s lips twitched.

Was he being stingy?

No!

It was because the group’s level was too low—the daily red packet limit was capped at this amount!

Just as he was about to explain, a brave soul stepped forward.

[The God of Light is Unemployed: Screw it! No risk, no reward! Fortune favors the bold—I’m in!]

[The God of Light is Unemployed claimed the red packet.]

Meanwhile...

Western Sea Great World.

In a dilapidated church on the outskirts of Boling City, in the southwestern region of the Hitt Empire.

A man in a patched white priest’s robe suddenly stood up, eyes wide with excitement as a glowing stone materialized before him. Under its shimmering light, the threadbare state of his robe became even more apparent.

Adolf Anlan couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, I’ve hit the jackpot!"

"These 1,000 low-grade spirit stones can be sold as tier-three energy ore—worth at least 100,000 gold coins! Finally, I can pay the nuns their wages!"

"But I’m still too weak. If word gets out, I’ll be a target. I need a way to scare off anyone with ill intentions... and the Group Leader, with his 900 million combat power, just handed me the perfect tool..."

Anlan’s eyes gleamed as a plan formed in his mind.

[The God of Light is Unemployed: Group Leader, my life’s in your hands now. I’ll go all out—guaranteed to rack up mission points for you!]

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me (Group Leader): Oh? How big are we talking?]

[The God of Light is Unemployed: The strongest guy around here is a third-tier mage from the local beast-hunting squad. His combat power’s at 95,526—roughly equivalent to a Golden Core Ninth Revolution cultivator in your world. Sound good?]

"Third-tier is already Golden Core? And this is just a small-town hunter? How high-level is this world?" Chen Yi frowned, sensing something unusual.

According to ancient records, the Immortal Realm was merely the homeland of immortal beings in the multiverse, blessed with the richest immortal qi.

But not all immortals chose to join it. Some worlds could produce immortal qi and even give birth to immortal-level beings. However, due to suppression from the Immortal Realm, the laws of these lower worlds remained incomplete, resulting in "pseudo-immortals" and their corresponding "pseudo-immortal realms."

The Purple Star Continent had once been one such pseudo-immortal realm—until it degraded. Now, cultivators who reached the world’s limit had to endure the Immortal Realm’s brutal trials to ascend.

The thought made Chen Yi furious. If the Immortal Realm didn’t want lower-world beings to ascend, they could’ve just closed the path entirely—not raise the heavenly tribulation to nightmare difficulty and hunt people down. Offering false hope was crueler than none at all.

He really wanted to

Suppressing his anger, Chen Yi calmly double-checked.

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Are you sure third-tier equals Golden Core? What’s the strongest being you know of?]

"The strongest?" Anlan glanced at the towering statue of the Lord of Light in the church before replying carefully.

[The God of Light is Unemployed: The mightiest I know is the Lord of Light. His exact tier is unclear, but one thing’s certain—He’s lived for eons. The Scripture of Holy Light, passed down for a million years, was written by Him.]

"Confirmed—it’s a pseudo-immortal realm!" Chen Yi’s eyes lit up.

A million years? No Tribulation Passage cultivator could live that long. Even a pig would ascend to immortality in that time!

The heavenly tribulation only targeted those who hadn’t ascended but exceeded the world’s limits—not pseudo-immortals who’d already forged immortal bodies through alternate paths.

"I was planning to take it slow through the Multiverse Store, but now a pseudo-immortal realm shortcut is right in front of me... Screw you, heavenly tribulation!"

Decision made, Chen Yi eagerly rallied his precious group member.

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: @The God of Light is Unemployed, don’t worry. No one can stop us. Just trigger the mission—I’ll come over and bring you some extra goodies. This lousy chat group’s level is too low, capping red packets at 1,000 low-grade spirit stones. If other groups saw this, they’d think I’m broke!]

[The God of Light is Unemployed: Boss, I trust you!]

[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: So the daily limit’s 1,000? No wonder the Boss seemed stingy!]

[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: Boss, got room for one more? I also want to level up!]

[The Damned Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Patience. The road’s long—everyone gets a turn!]

[Worship worship~] x3

[The God of Light is Unemployed: Give me two and a half hours. The mission will be triggered!]

After sending this, his status went offline—clearly, he’d started scheming.

Chen Yi didn’t linger to chat with the others either. Instead, he began preparing for his interdimensional invasion.

After all, he wasn’t some small fry. His arrival would undoubtedly draw the attention of the local powerhouses.

Even a mighty dragon is no match for the local serpent. To play it safe, it's best to first send an avatar to scout the situation and proceed with caution.