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."
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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...
