The investigation into Zhang Bairen, a first-rank Spacetime Inspector, had concluded.
"He's clean, absolutely loyal to the Celestial Court and to His Majesty Wuji, just like me..."
So remarked Chen Ye, the Seal-Bearing Immortal Official.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Liu Xiaoyao, the Hall Guardian General, was violently elbowing Ling Que and Chu Xingyun, two sixth-rank Archival Immortal Officials from the Bureau of Destiny.
"Who tampered with the intelligence?"
Chu Xingyun slumped in his chair, picking his nose. "No idea."
Liu Xiaoyao slammed the table. "I'll ask one more time—who tampered with it?"
Ling Que, chewing on a strand of celestial grass, shook his head. "No clue!"
"Shameless, aren't you?!" Liu Xiaoyao whipped out a broadsword and pointed it at them. "Altering intelligence to deceive His Majesty Wuji—that’s the crime of deceiving the sovereign! What gives you the right to act so brazenly?!"
"How would I dare? I’m just a lowly sixth-rank official, following orders, diligent and cautious, never overstepping my bounds!"
"Back when Immortal Emperor Lingxiao was exiled to the Purple Star Heaven, we were so starved we had to scavenge for scraps in other celestial domains. Seriously, we were dirt poor! Now that we’ve finally become official Celestial Court officials, we wouldn’t dare slack off!"
"Besides, during the uprising war, I slaughtered at least five thousand, if not ten thousand, celestial soldiers! I’ve shed blood and earned merits for the Wuji Celestial Court! General Liu, you may be a Hall Guardian, but you can’t just slander us out of thin air!"
"Sure, we’ve had dealings with Zi Lingyun, but it was all official business—nothing shady!"
"Framing the innocent—that’s the real crime of deceiving the sovereign!"
"I’ll take this to the central court! I’ll appeal to His Majesty Wuji himself! You —"
Ling Que and Chu Xingyun continued to resist stubbornly, their words growing increasingly vehement. Their righteous, loyalist demeanor was almost moving.
Yet, everything flipped the moment Seal-Bearing Immortal Official Chen Ye arrived like a drifting breeze.
No one knew what methods he used on Ling Que and Chu Xingyun.
All that was known was that he dragged them into a dark room for half an hour. When they emerged, their defiance was gone. Pale as death, they confessed everything and ultimately marched to their execution with tragic resolve...
"Farewell, comrades. Believe in our ideals—they will be realized. The world of our dreams will come!"
Upstream in the River of Time in the Divine Realm, Zhang Bairen wore a pained expression.
Two more key operatives lost on the covert front. Their ranks were thinning, dwindling to almost nothing.
"The spark of the Divine Realm lies with the Disciple of the Supreme, but our hope..."
Zhang Bairen turned slowly, his gaze settling on a certain fragment of ancient history where a certain mischievous avatar was idling.
"Chen Yi, we’ve done all we can to pave the way. Whether the Divine Realm can unite with us against the Immortal Realm is now up to you!"
Chen Yi remained blissfully unaware of the turbulent undercurrents. At the moment, he was happily harvesting a group of recruits.
Originally, these individuals were deeply bound to Lingxiao. The slightest move from Chen Yi would set Lingxiao off—jittery, defensive, like a prickly hedgehog, making it impossible to act!
But now, with the cleanliness-obsessed Wuji stepping in, Lingxiao had retreated again and again. The once-impenetrable defenses crumbled like dust, leaving Chen Yi with an open field. Naturally, he wasn’t about to hold back!
"Your Eminence, you’ve finally come to save me! I’ve waited so long!"
Ye Chen, formerly ranked 30th on the Peak Leaderboard as the 'Tribulation Transcender,' was beside himself with emotion.
A sensitive soul, he’d sensed something was off the moment he set foot in this so-called Immortal Realm. But before he could react, he’d been violated—his soul imprisoned, trapped in an inescapable illusion.
This was definitely not the Immortal Realm!
He’d once met an envoy dispatched during a tribulation. If this were truly the Immortal Realm, that envoy would’ve sought him out immediately!
After all, hunting down tribulation fugitives and upholding the laws of the Immortal Realm was everyone’s duty!
With so many unorthodox cultivators who’d skipped tribulations running around, if this were really the Immortal Realm, how could that envoy not come to arrest them?
Back then, he’d merely brushed against the outskirts of the true Immortal Realm, and the envoy had sniffed him out in an instant!
So the envoy must’ve lost track of him. This place couldn’t possibly be the real Immortal Realm!
That unreliable scoundrel Cai Yu must’ve smuggled them all into some twisted, corrupted dimension, turning them into puppets of some malevolent force!
But now, at last, the envoy had found him!
"Your Eminence, I, Chen, have wandered half a life, lamenting never finding a true master. If you’ll have me, I swear allegiance as your sworn son!"
Freed from his soul’s imprisonment, Ye Chen was overcome with gratitude. He dropped to his knees in reverence.
Chen Yi: "..."
Oh no. This guy’s fixated on me!
I never corrected his delusions, and now he’s dug himself in deeper!
Ah, whatever. The Purple Star Immortal Realm is still an Immortal Realm. What’s the difference where you serve?
Can’t let a genuine immortal go to waste!
After all, the Purple Star Continent had developed too quickly. Every high-tier cultivator was already in use, while nurturing mid- and low-tier ones required time they didn’t have. The talent gap was severe—they had to recruit top-tier outsiders to fill the void!
With that in mind, Chen Yi pulled out a soul contract.
"Sign this, and you’ll be an official member of the Immortal Realm."
In a flash—
Ye Chen didn’t hesitate. Not even a little. If anything, he was eager, stamping his soul mark without a second thought.
And then...
He went from a seasoned veteran to a wide-eyed newbie.
[Multiverse Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group – Branch 108]
[Group Owner has invited ‘Tribulation Transcender’ to join the chat.]
[Chen Bo (Runner-Up in Cultivation World): Who’s this?!]
[Adolf Anlan (Unemployed God of Light): This newbie’s kinda weak, only mid-stage True Immortal!]
[Liu Bo (Crow Sitting on Airplane): Anlan, you’ve got guts! A mere peak Unity Realm trash talking a True Immortal? You’re not even a fraction of his power!]
[Adolf Anlan (Unemployed God of Light): Bro Liu, why hype him up and trash us? The boss told us to stay spirited—why you slacking?!]
[Lin Yuyu (Little Land God): Newbie need a guide? Sharing group file—"Survival Guide for Newbies."]
[...]
Ye Chen: "..."
This... isn’t what I imagined.
This is the complete opposite!
The envoy isn’t a tribulation dispatcher—he’s the owner of Branch 108?!
His seniority’s so shallow... he could be my grandson, and I just called him ‘father’?!
And what’s with these nobodies in the group?
They don’t even respect a bona fide True Immortal!
Where does this unshakable confidence come from?
From sheer audacity?!
I’m screwed!
I think I’ve been scammed into a cult!
Out of the frying pan, into the fire. My life’s been walking on thin ice—can I even make it to the other side?
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?"
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...
