Here's a little-known fact: this was Chen Yi's second confrontation with Wuji.
The first time, he accidentally consumed a trace of Wuji's Dao, gained nothing from it, and even lost 60% of his primordial spirit power—a total disaster!
This time, however, he came prepared. With careful planning, he snatched Shen Lingxi, one of Wuji's key subordinates, right under Wuji's nose!
It wasn’t a complete victory—in fact, it was still a slight loss. After all, the damage from the first encounter was too great, and Shen Lingxi alone couldn’t make up for it.
So, he wanted everything!
With Shen Lingxi as a successful case, rescuing the other members would be much easier.
The only trouble was the Little Golden Dragon. Unlike the others, he wasn’t corrupted by Wuji’s will—just influenced in his thinking, unable to make rational decisions and blindly charging ahead under Wuji’s guidance.
Admittedly, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed to begin with, but under Wuji’s manipulation, he became slightly more dangerous.
Unlike Shen Lingxi and the others, who were sealed away for being too clever and overthinking things, the Little Golden Dragon remained conscious—just not for long.
The methods that worked on Shen Lingxi wouldn’t work on him.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a lucky idiot. I can’t even figure out how to snap him out of it!"
Chen Yi was stumped.
He could counter moves as they came, but there had to be moves to counter in the first place! The Little Golden Dragon was full of flaws, just standing there twitching, leaving Chen Yi at a loss.
"Hahaha! Chen Yi, Chen Yi, how do you plan to resist me? What can you even do?!"
"Answer me!!!"
"Ke ke ke, you won’t hold out much longer!!!"
"Sooner or later, you’ll slip up, and when you do, I’ll make you regret it!"
"First Chen Yi, then Ling Xiao—soon, I’ll reign supreme in the chat!"
"The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk is mine, mine alone! No one can take it from me!!!"
The nine Chaos Pearls on the Creation Disk trembled violently as the Little Golden Dragon’s elegant draconic form writhed and convulsed in unrestrained excitement.
What ill intentions could he possibly have?
He just wanted the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk—was that so wrong?
It was rightfully his!
Hadn’t he suffered enough?
First, Ling Xiao tricked him to death, then he reincarnated as a dim-witted little fish. He was already slow, and after Chen Yi’s "education," he’d barely managed to wise up a little—only for Wuji to toy with him like a fool again!
How could he not lose his mind?
"Enough! More pressure! Keep pushing!!!"
The Little Golden Dragon descended into madness.
Chen Yi: "......"
Wuji: "......"
Originally, Wuji had planned to directly control the spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, but he later realized it wasn’t necessary.
Indirect influence turned out to be far more effective!
After all, as the spirit of a Chaos Supreme Treasure, its potential far surpassed that of ordinary beings.
Take Shen Lingxi, ranked second in the group, for example. She had the makings of a Great Luo—if she followed the normal path, reaching that realm was guaranteed, and she might even have a shot at the Dao Rhythm Origin Realm!
But...
Was the Immortal Realm short on Great Luo cultivators?
A Dao Rhythm Origin cultivator might be noteworthy, but a Great Luo? You could pluck one at random from Wuji’s Celestial Court!
So, if Shen Lingxi was ruined, so be it—he didn’t care.
But Zhao Huazhen, the reincarnated spirit of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, was different!
Setting aside the treasures of Ling Xiao’s vault, Zhao Huazhen was born with the innate rank of the Dao Rhythm Origin Realm—a rare, restricted-grade Dao Ancestor!
While others had to cultivate and comprehend the Dao to break through, he only needed to accumulate enough foundation to naturally ascend to that realm.
And unlike ordinary Dao Rhythm Origin cultivators, Zhao Huazhen, as a treasure spirit, was inherently incomplete. He lacked the ability to create in all domains, limited only to the realm of material creation and refinement.
In simpler terms, he was the perfect candidate for a tool-type Dao Ancestor!
Coincidentally, the position of Wuji Celestial Court’s Treasure Master had long been vacant.
Zhao Huazhen was ideal—a bit slow, but obedient.
That was why Wuji had gone so far as to bestow a Dao Ancestor-grade treasure on him to complete his foundation.
To outsiders, it might seem like self-sabotage, but in reality, it was an investment to unlock his latent potential.
Unfortunately, with variables still unresolved, Zhao Huazhen couldn’t enter the Immortal Realm yet, no matter how suitable he was.
"Go on, keep losing your mind. Ling Xiao wants you, that variable wants you—but in the end, you’ll be mine!"
Wuji’s gaze was profound as he manipulated Zhao Huazhen through the Heaven-Gazing Mirror, steadily reinforcing his sense of belonging to Wuji’s Celestial Court without damaging his foundation.
Meanwhile...
After observing the Little Golden Dragon for a long time, Chen Yi still couldn’t find a surefire way to save him. Reluctantly, he gave up for now, turning his attention to recruiting the other members.
First on the list was the once-timid, now-loyal "Tribulation Transcendent" Ye Chen.
Back in Shen Lingxi’s reconstructed consciousness sea...
Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit floated peacefully atop the sea of soul energy, perfectly serene.
Chen Yi’s divine projection hovered above, constructing a virtual barrier to obscure Wuji’s perception and prevent him from realizing Shen Lingxi had broken free.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"Ahh~ Mm~~"
Shen Lingxi slowly awoke, stretching lazily. As her fully restored primordial spirit rose from the sea, before she could even process her surroundings, a soul contract drifted down in front of her.
Shen Lingxi: "......"
Seriously? I know I signed a slave contract, but do you have to be this eager?
I just woke up! I haven’t even regained control of my body, and you’re already assigning tasks?
What a ruthless boss!
Ugh...
Even after transmigrating, I still have to work. My life is so hard...
Damn capitalism, setting me up again!
Chen Yi immediately shot her a look. "What are you muttering about? Hurry up and refine that contract. I’m adding you to the work group!"
Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit forced a professional smile. "Right away, boss! No problem, boss!"
She didn’t fully grasp the connection between the soul contract and the work group, but as a corporate drone, her job was to follow orders.
Soon...
As Shen Lingxi’s primordial spirit touched the contract, a familiar yet strange notification echoed in her mind.
[Crosser identity detected. The Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group invites you to join.]
Shen Lingxi froze, then questioned her life choices.
The last time she’d heard that voice... was the last time.
Back then, she was just a clueless newbie transmigrator, both thrilled and terrified by the experience.
Now, she was a seasoned Immortal Realm veteran—yet here she was, being treated like a newbie again.
Why did that feel so exciting?
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