In this grand upheaval of heaven and earth, Yi was undoubtedly the protagonist, the architect of this flourishing era!
After emerging from the Illusory Star Cave, Chen Dalei couldn't suppress the grin on his face.
Was there anything more gratifying than watching a child you raised grow into a towering tree, its shade sheltering you from storms and holding up the sky?
"Brother Dalei, your presence truly brings boundless honor to the Violet Star Celestial Court!"
Xuanxuzi, the chief deity of the Celestial Pivot Hall, warmly welcomed Chen Dalei. Though Chen Dalei wasn't even old enough to be his grandson, that didn't stop Xuanxuzi from addressing him as "brother."
Why? Because this was the man who could point fingers and scold even that one—without fear of reprisal!
With Brother Dalei here, dealing with the Calamity Demon God would be much easier in the future!
Thinking of this, Xuanxuzi's smile widened like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Please, take a look at the proposal for the Heavenly Mandate Disaster Relief Team. If anything seems unreasonable, we’ll revise it on the spot. Everyone here is ready to heed your words!"
"That’s right, Elder Dalei!" Fang Zheng, chief deity of the Celestial Jade Hall, bowed respectfully. "I drafted this plan. If you have any suggestions, please speak freely. My name is Fang Zheng—just call me Xiao Zheng."
"Elder Dalei, I’m Zhou Zheng from the Ascension Integration Department. You can call me Xiao Zhou..."
"Greetings, Elder Dalei. I’m Liu Xing from the Celestial Patrol Bureau..."
Surrounded by these smiling, deferential—even obsequious—celestial officials, Chen Dalei felt an overwhelming surge of pride.
After wandering as a rogue cultivator for so long, suddenly having backing and rising above others felt… good.
But Chen Dalei didn’t lose himself in this hollow vanity. He knew his limits.
To forge iron, one must be strong. Yi had paved the way for him—now he had to work hard to earn this status. Otherwise, he’d only become Yi’s weakness.
The Heavenly Mandate Disaster Relief Team—what a lofty starting point!
Just watch, Yi. This old man isn’t boasting. Without the shackles of talent, I too could become a peerless strategist of this world!
Inside the Illusory Star Cave.
Sensing the old man’s growing confidence, Chen Yi chuckled before waving his hand. Eighty-one Chaos Pearls materialized.
"Old Ye, your mission is critical. You’ll lead a team to scour tens of thousands of shattered worlds—each larger than the current Violet Star Continent—to find the nine Keys of Heavenly Dao. Can you do it?"
As the God of Wealth and organizer of the Heavenly Mandate Plan, Ye Wuchen hadn’t attended Chen Dalei’s welcoming banquet. Instead, he’d been summoned to the Illusory Star Cave for this pivotal mission to the Divine Realm.
Fang Fan, who’d been exceptionally promoted as a Wealth-Gathering Attendant, was also on the roster. But considering his still-shallow cultivation, Chen Yi hesitated—the Divine Realm’s harsh environment might be too much. He’d wait until Fang Fan reached the Pseudo-Immortal realm before sending him.
"Consider it done, Yi! If I can’t find them, I’ll die trying. But first, let me test the weight of this necklace—see if I can carry it!"
Ye Wuchen was proactive. He stretched his neck and donned the unprecedented eighty-one-pearl Chaos Necklace.
The highest he’d worn before was an eighteen-pearl strand, which had strained his neck so much he could barely lift his head.
But with that, he’d even overpowered a Heavenly Dao wielding Celestial Immortal-level power. Now, an eighty-one-pearl necklace—who were they targeting this time?
Someone far beyond Celestial Immortals, Mystic Immortals… maybe even Golden Immortals!
Of course, this might not be the necklace’s limit—just the limit of his knowledge. After all, Golden Immortals were the highest he knew of, thanks to Old Xu.
Now, wearing Yi’s power to challenge beings above Golden Immortals? Now that’s thrilling!
"Hiss—"
The moment the eighty-one-pearl necklace settled, Ye Wuchen sucked in a sharp breath.
Damn, Yi was getting scary.
With eighteen pearls, he’d felt the weight. But eighty-one? Nothing.
Not because he’d grown stronger—but because Yi’s control over his power had reached terrifying precision.
At Yi’s level, even a wisp of aura could collapse a world. Restraining it was exhausting—fine for short bursts, unsustainable long-term. That’s why Yi’s true form remained secluded in the Illusory Star Cave.
The Chaos Pearls were the same. Suppressing their power indefinitely would drain their essence, weakening them in battle.
Hence the need for someone strong enough to bear them.
A one-star Chaos Pearl weighed as much as a True Immortal. Eighteen pearls meant eighteen True Immortals—most could endure briefly, but prolonged strain would cripple them.
But he, Ye Wuchen, God of Wealth of the Violet Star Celestial Court, was a true warrior, built like a titan!
Even carrying eighteen pearls, he could crush peers with ease—and still find time to work out!
Too bad Yi had lightened the eighty-one-pearl necklace this time. Otherwise, he’d have gotten a great workout.
After all, as the God of Wealth, how could he command respect in the "no-fighting-allowed" Celestial Court without a physique radiating explosive might?
"What’s wrong? Uncomfortable? Want me to restore the weight?" Chen Yi glanced at him.
Ye Wuchen hesitated, then shook his head. "Nah, the Divine Realm’s too unpredictable. Better not, Yi."
Chen Yi nodded. "Proceed with caution. Hold back a little—don’t get too reckless. They’re watching."
Instantly, Ye Wuchen shed his playful demeanor, turning solemn. "Don’t worry, Yi. You know me—I never show off unless I’m sure."
] [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!"
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!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
