A Corner of the Celestial Realm.
The sunlight was radiant, with a sea of seven-colored clouds stretching endlessly. The laws of the universe pulsed vibrantly, and the rising immortal mist filled the air with an intoxicating serenity.
From within a lush, thriving forest came a series of sharp pah-pah sounds—faint at first, then vast, and finally deafening!
"Hahaha, I did it, I finally did it!!!"
A golden dragon, ten thousand zhang in length, soared into the skies from the depths of the forest, its mighty form cutting through the sea of clouds for three hundred million li, venting its excitement and exhilaration.
At the same time.
The twenty-eight figures bustling about in the forest suddenly froze. Seizing the opportunity while the little golden dragon was lost in its euphoria, they stealthily shifted from their original positions.
Outwardly, they seemed to have no communication, but in reality, they were already coordinating their movements in secret.
[Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group of the Myriad Realms – Group 108]
[Shen Lingxi (Can't Gain Weight Kid): Three in position at First Palace, Kan Trigram, ready!]
[Mo Qian (Qianling Spark): Three in position at Second Palace, Kun Trigram, ready!]
[Wu Weilai (Hatsunemiku): Three in position at Third Palace, Zhen Trigram, ready!]
[Murong Dugu (Murong Dugu): Three in position at Fourth Palace, Xun Trigram, ready!]
[Yao Suansheng (Primordial Celestial Brush): Four in position at Fifth Palace, Central Position—leave the most dangerous spot to me!]
[Su Le (Down-and-Out Lord of Luochuan): Sixth Palace, Qian Trigram, three in position—all good, bro!]
[Jiang Yue (Top Critic): Seventh Palace, Dui Trigram, three in position—no issues here!]
[Chu Yunjin (Eight Kidneys of Steel): Eighth Palace, Gen Trigram, three in position—we can handle it!]
[Han Qianxue (Lady Han of Gaodao): Ninth Palace, Li Trigram, three in position at designated coordinates—awaiting orders!]
[Group Leader (Damn Tribulation Still Chasing Me): Good. Now we just wait for him to take the bait. The moment he lands after his little celebration, we strike!]
[Shen Lingxi (Can't Gain Weight Kid): Roger that!]
[Roger that!] x27
After finalizing the battle plan in the group chat, Chen Yi focused his mind, gathering all 163 Chaos Prism Pearls hidden within this corner of the Celestial Realm.
Among them, 162 fused together to form two five-star Chaos Avatars. One wielded the Primordial Mirror borrowed from Xie Buruo, preparing for the main assault, while the other gripped the Time-Altering Disc gifted by Ling Xiao and the Chaos Creation Brush, ready to support.
As for the last remaining Chaos Prism Pearl... well, it would serve as a camera—surreptitiously recording Wuji's reaction after losing the little golden dragon.
The stage was set. All that remained was for the little golden dragon to step into the trap!
Moments later.
"Woo-hoo~"
"Brothers, your king has returned!"
Having vented its excitement by soaring through the clouds, the little golden dragon finally calmed down, transforming into a streak of golden light as it descended—right into the center of the encirclement, completely oblivious to the danger.
Understandable. It wasn’t the brightest to begin with, and with Chen Yi’s meticulously arranged positions, the little dragon didn’t even hesitate before landing in the prime spot.
Of course, while the little golden dragon was foolish, Wuji was anything but!
He instantly recognized the suspicious positioning of these puppets!
The Nine Palaces formation—Nine above, One below; Three on the left, Seven on the right; Two and Four as shoulders, Six and Eight as feet; Five at the center—interwoven with the Eight Trigrams: Qian for Heaven, Kan for Earth, Gen for Wind, Zhen for Thunder, Xun for Dragon, Li for Tiger, Kun for Fowl, Dui for Serpent!
What were the odds of such a precise, multi-layered formation arising from random movement?!
"Damn it, they’re targeting Zhao Huazhen! How bold!"
Wuji reacted immediately, manifesting a colossal hand through the Heaven-Observing Mirror, intending to suppress the entire corner of the Celestial Realm!
But alas, due to feedback delay, by the time he sealed off the area, Chen Yi had already leveraged his superior reflexes, flawless setup, and higher-tier Chaos treasures to forcibly subdue the little golden dragon and teleport it away!
Chen Yi loved nothing more than a guaranteed victory—calculating every angle, stacking the odds in his favor, even adding the insurance of Chaos treasures... and still leaving behind a "camera" to capture Wuji’s reaction.
A sky-obscuring hand descended, seizing the corner of the Celestial Realm and refining it in an instant!
An overwhelming pressure bore down, freezing the entire world in place, leaving only Wuji’s will to permeate every crevice.
The Chaos Prism Pearl serving as a camera lost connection instantly. The last image it captured was a pair of golden pupils slowly materializing—brighter than the fiercest sun, impossible to look upon directly.
Chen Yi couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
"Tsk—"
"So this is a Celestial Emperor?"
"The sheer presence dwarfs even Ling Xiao. If I faced him head-on... it wouldn’t end well."
"But if I puppeteer the little golden dragon as a proxy, I might just be able to play with him using a five-star avatar!"
His gaze deepened as his will instantly projected into the Causality Mist Space, a realm forged by the Primordial Mirror.
This space was no ordinary refuge—it had allowed Xie Buruo to evade the Celestial Realm’s relentless, 250-million-year manhunt. Its concealment capabilities were downright absurd!
What was Causality Mist?
Simply put, this space contained an ocean of information shrouded in chaotic mist. Attempting to pry into it would trigger a backlash, randomly teleporting the intruder to any corner of the myriad realms!
Only by unraveling the causality could one disperse the mist and access the next layer of information—a cycle that repeated endlessly, making it near-impossible to pinpoint the true location.
To make matters worse, these causal threads were randomly generated. One might encounter a scenario where Zhang San stole Li Si’s straw sandals in some timeline, and you—a random dog on the roadside—got inexplicably kicked, only to be tasked with finding Zhang Tiegen’s biological father.
Or perhaps Wang Ermazi’s sister was pregnant, and he was about to become a father, while you—a rooster in a duck pen—were moments away from being slaughtered for soup, forced to track down who ate the egg laid two and a half months ago.
The causality was absolute nonsense!
And brute-forcing it was futile—without solving the causality, one would remain stuck at the outermost layer. Even if one progressed, there were still trillions of layers waiting, with new, even more absurd ones spawning at a steady rate!
Chen Yi had tested it once. It was infuriating. Force wouldn’t work, as it wouldn’t reveal the next layer. Following the process wasn’t slow, but the rate of progression couldn’t keep up with the generation speed!
Even a Celestial Emperor, adept at mechanisms and millions—no, billions—of times faster than Chen Yi, stood no chance of penetrating the mist in a short time.
Especially since Wuji was so fastidious—would he even dirty his hands personally?
Even if he did, it wouldn’t matter!
After tasting the "flavor" of the Primordial Mirror, Chen Yi abandoned his original plan of leading Wuji on a wild goose chase through the void. Instead, he opted to weaponize the Causality Mist—both to torment Wuji and rapidly purify the little golden dragon!
As it stood now.
Within the Causality Mist Space.
"ROAR—!!!"
"Chen Yi, I know it’s you! Always with these underhanded tricks—come out and fight me one-on-one!"
"Whoever chickens out is a grandson!!!"
The little golden dragon roared, its elegant form twisting in agony. Its originally dark-gold pupils had turned crimson, and within them, a faint silhouette slowly emerged—a remnant of Wuji’s will.
This also meant that the little golden dragon at this moment wasn’t truly the little golden dragon—it was Wuji piloting the body without a clue, blissfully convinced of its own absurdly overpowered strength, like a clueless dumbass!
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