The "Life's Carousel" is a passive ability that only triggers when a life is on the brink of death, attempting to evoke intense survival instincts through cherished memories of the past, hoping to reverse the fading of life.
Unfortunately, the success rate of this passive ability is currently abysmally low—so low it’s downright appalling.
And now, Xie Buruo’s state seems to have turned this passive ability into an active one, trying to ignite the will to survive through past joys—his master’s expectations, his senior brother’s generosity, his senior sister’s kindness... all those unforgettable experiences!
Yuheng·Key of Creation watched him with a grave expression.
Why, in such a stable state, would he need to ignite the will to survive?
There’s only one answer.
He has already embraced the desire to die!
For a Great Luo—especially one with an unparalleled ability to foresee fortune and avoid calamity—to feel that life is no longer worth living, even resorting to intangible emotional anchors to fuel his fighting spirit, the tribulation he faces must be beyond his capacity to resolve!
Though he has already smoothed his scales and healed his skull, his pallid complexion and the blood-stained scales scattered in the ice coffin make it easy to guess...
"Child, has your instinct foretold that this great calamity is an inescapable death?"
Yuheng·Key of Creation asked softly, his tone heavy.
Xie Buruo snapped out of his reverie, looking at Him as if waking from another lifetime: "Well, if it isn’t the Key of Heaven’s Will! When did you get here?"
Yuheng·Key of Creation: "..."
What’s to be done with this kid?
He’s so terrified he’s lost all sense of the world.
"Child, if things don’t go as you wish, then go with the flow. Don’t force yourself any longer—you’ve suffered enough these years."
The Primordial Mirror of Infinite Beginnings contains vast traces of the Dao, harboring the hope of reviving the supreme powerhouses of the Divine Realm’s past.
The Immortal Realm has been secretly investigating this. If not for Xie Buruo’s keen instincts, allowing him to evade every great calamity with precision, he would have long since perished.
But this time, he clearly knows he cannot escape. He’s already reminiscing about the past, preparing to face death with dignity—refusing to live on alone!
Yet, a living coward is better than a dead hero. Yuheng·Key of Creation truly doesn’t wish to see this last remnant of the Divine Realm fade away.
As a prodigy who attained the Great Luo realm even during the collapse of heaven and earth, and the chosen bearer of the Primordial Mirror of Infinite Beginnings, if he were to sincerely submit and offer his soul imprint, even the mighty Immortal Realm wouldn’t dare ignore him!
He might not receive the best treatment, but at the very least, they wouldn’t outright annihilate him!
But doing so would truly make him a slave of the Immortal Realm. With Xie Buruo’s pride, would he ever agree?
The answer is obviously no!
"Hahaha! Go with the flow? Are you talking about me?"
"Who am I?!"
At this, Xie Buruo straightened his back, his expression brimming with pride: "I am the sole Holy Son of the Eastern Sea Merfolk, grandson of the Thunder Emperor of the Abyss, great-grandson of the Nine Abyssal Sea Sovereign, nephew of the God of Boundless Love, and the closed-door disciple of the Divine Realm’s Supreme Sovereign!"
"Bearing the glory and hopes of countless ancestors, I would rather die standing than live kneeling!"
Yuheng·Key of Creation fell silent.
This outcome was entirely within His expectations.
"But speaking of which, revered Key of Heaven’s Will, what brings you here?"
"Ah, look at this." Yuheng·Key of Creation abandoned further persuasion and sighed, projecting a scene before them.
In the image, Ye Ancai, disguised as a sixth-tier demonic entity known as the "Eclipseborn," was toying with two Chosen Ones.
"Oho! Put some strength into it—did you skip breakfast?!"
"Two useless fools, already spent? Then I’ll start feasting!"
"Oho, such fiery tempers! Now, take a look behind you!"
"Ambush!"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Xie Buruo spoke slowly: "Murong Dugu is the Chosen One you’ve selected for this era, and the one fighting alongside him seems to be another Chosen chosen by a different Key of Heaven’s Will. As for that fake Calamity Incarnate True Immortal... he’s not from the Immortal Realm, yet why does he carry such a strong aura of the Key of Heaven’s Will?"
"He doesn’t seem benevolent. This one absolutely cannot—"
Before he could finish, the mere thought sent a violent chill down Xie Buruo’s spine. His tail scales bristled, his skull bled, and his survival instincts screamed in warning—this was absolutely not to be done!
"Again?! If the calamity is unavoidable, then I’ll defy it!"
His instincts remained silent, only convulsing uncontrollably.
"Am I the kind to fear death?!"
"If the outcome isn’t what I desire, then before the dust settles, I’ll fight with everything I’ve got!"
"..."
"No, this one truly must not be touched!"
Xie Buruo conceded.
Logically, the more he resolved to face a calamity head-on, the weaker his survival instincts’ warnings would become—until they faded entirely.
But this time, the more he thought about attacking that fake Calamity Incarnate True Immortal, the fiercer his instincts rebelled!
This meant that even risking his life wouldn’t resolve the issue—there was something beyond his life at stake!
What could be more important than his own life?
The responsibilities he carried!
Suddenly, enlightenment struck Xie Buruo. He recalled his master’s final words:
"Use your instincts to preserve yourself—to safeguard the last ember of hope for the Divine Realm, and wait for the right moment!"
Could this abnormal instinctive reaction be hinting... that the moment has arrived?!
With this realization, Xie Buruo immediately shifted his perspective, setting aside his prideful resolve to consider another angle.
"I think... this young man is exceptionally dashing, and his imitation of a Calamity Incarnate is flawless. We should cooperate with him..."
The moment this thought formed, Xie Buruo’s vision blurred. In a daze, he seemed to see a vast, mist-shrouded path stretching endlessly before him—as if stepping onto it would elevate him instantly!
At the same time, an ethereal Daoist hymn echoed in his ears, expounding profound truths, as though comprehending it would grant him freedom from all shackles...
"Tsk!"
Xie Buruo shook his head, and the illusory scene vanished.
"Was that... a hallucination?" He touched the blood still seeping from his skull, his expression bewildered. "No way—I’m a Great Luo! How could I hallucinate? There’s something off about this guy. Let me test it again!"
His expression darkened as he glared at Ye Ancai’s antics in the projection, a murderous glint rising in his eyes.
Buzz—
In an instant!
His tail scales flared, his skull bled anew, and his survival instincts slapped him hard across the face!
"Tsk... this young friend is truly extraordinary, blessed with immense perseverance and fortune. One can’t help but yearn to befriend him..."
The moment his mindset shifted, the illusory path reappeared, now adorned with radiant Dao blossoms and golden lotuses...
"Heh, who knew instincts could be used like this? I’ve only ever used them to avoid calamity—completely overlooking their ability to attract fortune!"
"Heh heh, even in this broken world, there are hidden blessings. I was just trapping myself in a leaky house—only after stepping outside did I realize it wasn’t even raining!"
"Master, I’m alive!"
"Gah gah gah..."
Jade Balance·Creation: ...
What am I supposed to do with this kid?
Perfectly fine one moment, and now he’s lost his mind again?
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.”
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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...
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?"
