Elder Cui Changsheng had once cautioned Chen Yi about the taboos of walking along the banks of the River of Time. The third rule was:
If you encounter an unknown attack while traversing the riverbanks, ignore it—it’s all just intimidation. The moment you retaliate, you’ll trigger a backlash of karma, playing right into the hands of those malevolent beings lurking in ancient history!
Chen Yi kept this warning close to his heart.
So, when a shadowy figure leaped out from the River of Time and struck at his knee, he suppressed his combat instincts and stood firm, refusing to retaliate.
Just as expected!
The moment the shadow was about to land a hit on Chen Yi’s knee, seeing his utter indifference, it dissipated like a bubble, never making contact with his body.
Shortly after, an ethereal figure emerged from the River of Time, its gaze icy as it glared at Chen Yi. "Outsider, trespassing into the River of Time—you shall perish!"
This was a male merman, his lower half a fish tail, his upper body powerfully built, wielding a golden trident. His body was covered in dark patterns, exuding an eerie and ominous aura.
He raised his trident and thrust it violently toward Chen Yi!
Yet Chen Yi paid him no mind. With his hands clasped behind his back, he continued walking upstream.
Elder Cui was right—it was all just a bluff. The creature was trying to provoke him into attacking so it could drag him into its corresponding era, where the crushing weight of time would obliterate him.
What madness!
He hadn’t even provoked it!
If it weren’t for the restraint of his four-star clone, his true self would have fished this thing out and taught it a lesson!
Soon, realizing that none of its tricks could rouse the man’s interest—and that he was only getting farther away—the merman grew desperate.
"Don’t you dare run! You coward! I , come fight me! I’ll even give you one hand..."
It tried to chase after him, but once it crossed a certain boundary, it was repelled by the dense temporal barrier along the riverbank and sent crashing back into the water. Helpless, it could only watch as the man’s figure grew fainter until it vanished entirely.
"What in the heavens... He looks like a rookie stepping into the River of Time for the first time, so how is he so composed?"
"And his strength is only at the Taiyi stage—how is he traversing the temporal barrier so effortlessly? That area ahead is the Great Upheaval Era. Even I, a Great Luo, can’t pass through. How is he doing it?"
"Freak. A total freak..."
The merman’s gaze deepened before its illusory form shuddered and dispersed, returning to its corresponding era.
Meanwhile, Chen Yi continued upstream for several hundred steps until he finally arrived at the era ten thousand years ago—when the Great Upheaval of the Immortal Realm’s main timeline had rippled through all its tributaries.
He paused on the riverbank, where the ground trembled incessantly, and the main current of the River of Time churned violently, sending massive waves crashing.
Colossal figures reflected across the heavens, disrupting the tributaries of time in countless realms, sealing away this fragment of history and locking away all its secrets.
Now, Chen Yi, having snuck into the River of Time unnoticed, quietly lifted a corner of history’s veil.
The river surged with time’s unending flow, each wave crystallizing the rise and fall of countless epochs.
Two incomparably mighty figures shattered the shackles of time, their mere ripples pulverizing millions of years into dust!
"After eons of preparation, all for this moment to prove my path to the Immortal Emperor’s throne! Ling Xiao, it’s time for you to step down!"
The golden-robed figure’s eyes burned with a resolve surpassing eternity. Above him hovered a colossal cauldron of chaos, its descending energies warping space-time. In his palm, a golden vortex swirled, within which a hundred azure Dao Traces of Origin rampaged wildly.
Behind him, a million warriors clad in crimson immortal-metal armor stood arrayed, their Godslayer Spears radiating bloody light. At the forefront, twenty-four celestial generals exuded overwhelming might, shaking the entire stretch of the River of Time into turmoil!
"Wuji, you dare?!"
The green-robed figure’s roar shattered the heavens. Behind him bloomed thirty-six chaotic lotuses, each petal reflecting a different dimension of time and space. In one hand, he held the Primordial Creation Disk, its needle shifting the cosmos at will. Beneath his feet rested a massive bronze coffin, its aura of primordial chaos sweeping through all realms!
Below him, millions of immortal soldiers had gathered, yet the ranks of his celestial generals were incomplete—out of thirty-three positions, only eighteen were filled, leaving fifteen glaringly empty!
The disparity was clear.
One side brimmed with unstoppable momentum; the other was scattered and disorganized.
With a final roar from the golden-robed figure, a cataclysmic explosion of energy swallowed everything.
From this point onward, history fractured. Not even the River of Time in the Divine Realm could reveal what happened—even entering the main timeline of the Immortal Realm’s River of Time yielded no answers.
Only those who lived through that great war knew the truth.
Chen Yi stood silently on the Divine Realm’s riverbank, his eyes filled with awe.
Though the River of Time only preserved the moment before the battle began, it showcased the peerless dominance of Ling Xiao and Wuji in full glory.
Chen Yi couldn’t help but wonder—if he were caught in that war, what were his chances of escaping alive from the hands of those two emperors?
The answer: less than 98%!
It was far too dangerous. A single misstep would mean eternal damnation—no different from suicide.
Say what you will about Ling Xiao—his foolish decisions were many—but at his peak, he was no weakling. Even diminished, a dying camel is still larger than a horse!
As for the treacherous Wuji, he didn’t just topple Ling Xiao’s throne—the golden vortex in his palm seemed to contain Dao Traces of Origin stolen from Ling Xiao?
According to Elder Cui Changsheng, these traces were the foundation of the Dao’s Primal Realm. Gathering forty-nine would make one a Dao Ancestor, and the Immortal Emperor was the strongest among them, possessing the most Dao Traces.
Somehow, Wuji had extracted a hundred of Ling Xiao’s Dao Traces, destabilizing his throne and stripping him of his invincibility, leaving him at Wuji’s mercy.
Wuji was terrifyingly strong—and terrifyingly cunning.
"Haah..."
Chen Yi took a deep breath and murmured softly, "At the end of the immortal path, who stands supreme? Behold Wuji, and all paths crumble to nothing!"
"Pity. I don’t walk the immortal path. But if I ever find a way around that peak, I’ll have to test myself against him!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
