"As expected of you, Chen Yi. Truly extraordinary. A mere tiny clone pearl can resist me for so long..."
"Resisting me, are you? Activate the Creation Qiankun Disk at full force—press it down, press it down hard! Let’s see how you resist!"
In a corner of the immortal realm, the Little Golden Dragon thrashed wildly, its majestic dragon form devoid of any divine dignity, writhing like a mudskipper in constant convulsions.
Before it hovered the Creation Qiankun Disk—a new artifact forged from the fusion of the Dao Ancestor-level treasure, the Qiankun Dao Wheel, and fragments of the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Primordial Creation Disk.
This artifact’s grade was no trifle—it surpassed ordinary Dao Ancestor treasures yet remained far from the realm of Chaos Supreme Treasures.
However, by trading the remnants of the Primordial Creation Disk for a complete mechanism and allowing the Little Golden Dragon, its artifact spirit, to wield it under Wuji’s covert manipulation, the power unleashed exceeded that of an ordinary Great Luo Immortal, though still falling short of a Dao Ancestor.
Understandable, after all. No matter how formidable an artifact may be, it remains just that—an artifact. A mere tool could never hope to challenge the heavens!
Automation could never match the thrill of being wielded by another!
"Hahaha! Peel away his shell, strip off his armor—let me see the true secrets you hide..."
The Little Golden Dragon had lost all reason, its mind consumed by a single thought: tear open the Chaos Prismatic Pearls, expose Chen Yi’s secrets, and then... then... it didn’t matter. Just act!
To put it simply, it had no idea what it was doing. It only knew that doing so felt exhilarating. Consequences? Tossed to the wind. Mindless ecstasy was all that mattered.
"Ah, what am I to do with this child?"
Chen Yi, observing from the shadows, sighed softly and quietly activated a barrier formation woven from sixty-three Chaos Prismatic Pearls. Its purpose? To slow the Creation Qiankun Disk’s analysis of the nine Chaos Prismatic Pearls, deceive the perception of Wuji’s projected will, and buy time to conceal the truth!
At this moment, Wuji’s attention was largely fixated on the Little Golden Dragon—or more precisely, on those nine Chaos Prismatic Pearls.
He could let the tiger return to the mountains or nurture a future threat, but one thing was non-negotiable: he could not remain ignorant of the beast’s nature!
Turning variables into constants was a last resort.
Since the tribulation was inevitable, the only option was to eliminate their unpredictability while striving to make the uncontrollable controllable. To know your enemy was to ensure victory!
Ideally, he would uncover their growth trajectory, patch their flaws, and mold this variable into a worthless constant—outwardly fierce and extraordinary, but inwardly hollow and rotten!
"Hmm... Judging from the information parsed from the clone pearl, this Chen Yi seems to grow by harnessing the Heavenly Dao’s power within the Immortal Ascension Tribulation?"
"Tsk tsk tsk... Truly the greatest variable. Utterly illogical! Even locked in the mortal realm, he could still find life in the midst of absolute destruction!"
"Thankfully, Ling Xiao was entangled first, exposing himself and drawing me into the game. Had I discovered this any later, the consequences would have been unthinkable!"
"No... Logically, I should have noticed sooner. I just never imagined a ghost had been lurking in my own house..."
Wuji’s gaze deepened as he observed the Little Golden Dragon’s frenzied convulsions and the hazy glow of the nine Chaos Prismatic Pearls within the Heaven-Gazing Mirror. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly called out softly:
"Chen Ye, Liu Xiaoyao—are you here?"
Swift as lightning!
Beneath the throne of the Wuji Emperor, two figures swiftly materialized upon lotus pedestals to the left and right.
"Chen Ye pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
"Liu Xiaoyao pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
The figure on the left wore a dark, form-fitting martial robe, his burly frame exuding strength. A flexible sword at his waist was half-drawn, and his resolute face bore solemnity. The third eye between his brows was slightly open, radiating an aura capable of annihilating all in its path!
This man was Liu Xiaoyao, the Heaven-Sweeping Captain and guardian general of the Wuji Celestial Court. Having followed Wuji since humble beginnings, he was the most trusted inner guard of the Wuji Immortal Emperor.
The figure on the right was a pale-faced scholar, gently waving a folding fan. Though he appeared harmless, the swirling Dao patterns shimmering at his sleeves betrayed his extraordinary status.
Chen Ye, titled the Path-Seeking Scholar, served as the Wuji Celestial Court’s Seal-Keeper Immortal Official, overseeing the imperial seals—including the Immortal Emperor’s Seal and the great seals of all ministries. He, too, was an absolute confidant of the Wuji Immortal Emperor!
Wuji gave a slight nod. "Did you know we’ve been harboring a traitor in our midst?"
Chen Ye tapped his folding fan against his palm, his gaze sharp as a blade. "The purge of the Archives Hall has already cleansed the court of disloyal elements. Could there still be remnants?"
Before the words fully settled, Liu Xiaoyao’s body tensed like a tiger ready to strike. He drew his flexible sword, his murderous intent palpable. "Who’s the traitor?! To dare stir trouble under His Majesty’s watch—this general will ensure their soul is utterly obliterated!"
Wuji clasped his hands behind his back and slowly turned away. "Investigate in secret every individual from the former Ziwei Heaven, especially those connected to the Eternal Firmament Immortal King, Cui Changsheng. Trace all their associations—leave no stone unturned!"
"Your servant obeys!"
The two men accepted their orders and withdrew.
Wuji’s gaze lingered on the Heaven-Observing Mirror, his expression inscrutable. "To secure the outside, we must first settle the inside. Ling Xiao, I am not like you—unaware of the snakes lurking in my own house."
"Xiaoyao, what’s your take on this?"
Somewhere in the immortal realm, the Seal-Keeper Immortal Official and the Heaven-Sweeping Captain met to discuss their investigation plan.
"Old Chen, Wuji’s Majesty has given us unrestricted authority this time. So, why not…?" Liu Xiaoyao closed his third eye, his gaze brimming with cunning.
"Watch your words!" Chen Ye unfolded his fan and swayed it gently, his eyes profound. "Our lives have been a journey on thin ice. Having struggled to reach this point, we must act with utmost caution!"
Liu Xiaoyao laughed bitterly. "What exactly are we scheming for? We’re already like wandering ghosts, severed kites. If we just stay obedient, we’ll live in luxury—why rock the boat?"
"I don’t know either." Chen Ye sighed softly, fanning himself. "Perhaps life demands we pursue things meaningless to survival. Before reaching the shores of victory, we’ve long passed the point of no return."
"What’s all this mumbling?" Liu Xiaoyao waved a hand. "I hate talking to you—can’t understand half of it, let alone learn from it. Enough nonsense. Where are you headed?"
"To have a discussion with Zhang Bairen."
"I’ll go for that!"
"You crude oaf, do you even know how to fabricate evidence?"
"…Fine, you go. Then where do I go?"
"Investigate Zi Lingyun’s connections. Wuji’s Majesty is truly furious this time. At least put on a show, or we’ll have no way to account for ourselves!"
"Got it!"
After their brief exchange, the two turned and went their separate ways.
In the brief moment Wuji’s attention wavered—
Chen Yi successfully transmitted the two Dao Ancestor-level treasures, the Chaos Creation Brush and the Time-Altering Disk, into Han Qianxue’s hands!
"Move now!"
Han Qianxue immediately understood the cue. At this moment, she had already moved with mechanical steps to the periphery of Shen Lingxi's activity area and began silently approaching the pacing figure.
Though the busy Shen Lingxi resembled an NPC waiting for a quest trigger, she retained basic awareness—unlike ordinary NPCs who could only be activated through specific dialogue prompts and remained otherwise lost in their own world.
So when Han Qianxue approached with her slightly unnatural, robotic gait, Shen Lingxi lifted her somewhat vacant gaze toward her.
"Qianxue... little sister, you... sob..."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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