In the Hall of Limitless Treasures.
Wuji's gaze was grave as he stared at the Heaven-Gazing Mirror, which displayed layer upon layer of nested images—an endless recursion that made one's head spin.
Despite sensing the Little Golden Dragon's presence, he couldn't pinpoint its current location!
"If even the Heaven-Gazing Mirror cannot pierce this veil of causality, only a Chaos Supreme Treasure could achieve such concealment!"
"Ling Xiao, is this your doing?"
"The Primordial Chaos Creation Disk is shattered, the Bronze Giant Coffin is damaged, and the Primal Pattern Bell lies in ruins—yet you still have a hidden trump card?"
"Unlikely. If he possessed such a treasure capable of severing causality, he would have used it long ago instead of being chased like a rat, even forced to exile himself into the depths of the River of Time."
"Then where did this mysterious Chaos Supreme Treasure come from?"
Within the Veil of Causality.
"Chen Yi!!!"
"I know you're here! Stop skulking in the shadows—face me like a man!"
The Little Golden Dragon's eyes blazed with golden light as it flipped its claw, summoning the Creation-Derivation Disk—a fusion of the Dao Ancestor-grade treasure, the Heaven-Earth Derivation Wheel, and the Chaos Supreme Treasure, the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. An intricate Taiji Yin-Yang diagram materialized, surging forth to clash against the surrounding mist of causality!
Hidden in the shadows, Chen Yi frowned slightly while inspecting the Little Golden Dragon's condition. With a thought, he manipulated a five-star avatar to step out slowly from the mist.
"Idiot! Possessed and still clueless!"
"You insult me again?! I'll fucking kill you!"
Enraged, the Little Golden Dragon slammed its claw onto the Creation-Derivation Disk. The Taiji Yin-Yang manifestation instantly transformed into two colossal dragons, bearing down on Chen Yi with crushing force!
Ssshhhk—
This was no ordinary Little Golden Dragon. Empowered by Wuji's covert enhancements, it wielded the fused treasure's might flawlessly, its terrifying energy forcing the surrounding mist of causality to recoil!
Yet Chen Yi stood unshaken. With a wave of his hand, chaotic energy coalesced into a massive black halberd.
He swung it forward in a crescent slash!
Huummm!!!
The halberd, seemingly unremarkable, clashed with the divine Taiji Twin Dragons—yet not a shred of energy scattered.
Like a knife through tofu, it effortlessly split the dragons' heads down the middle.
The Little Golden Dragon's eyes narrowed. Coiling its body, it channeled power into the Creation-Derivation Disk, causing a Taiji Yin-Yang diagram to manifest beneath Chen Yi. A terrifying gravitational force erupted, suppressing all movement—inescapable!
"Who do you think you're fooling?!"
"I've studied you inside out! Disintegrate, melt!!!"
With a roar, the Little Golden Dragon swiped its claw across the disk.
In an instant, chains of order sprouted from the Taiji diagram, binding Chen Yi's limbs and injecting a peculiar force of dissolution!
For a moment, even the five-star avatar seemed on the verge of breaking apart, as if it would split into three four-star avatars.
"Aiya, no no no! I can't take it anymore, I'm done for..."
Chen Yi's eyes gleamed with mischief as he feigned trembling, pretending to be helpless.
"Hahaha! Scared now, aren't you?!" The Little Golden Dragon laughed maniacally.
"My bad, my bad! Spare me—I'm just a streamer!" Chen Yi played along.
"A streamer my ass! You're pathetic, Chen Yi!"
"Beg me! Beg me, and I'll let you go! From now on, you call me 'Brother Dragon,' got it?!"
"Fine, I beg you! Brother Dragon!"
"Hahaha! Good!"
The Little Golden Dragon's intelligence was questionable, but its heart was pure.
All it wanted was to resist oppression, to stand tall, to break free from manipulation, to hear apologies from those who'd wronged it—was that so wrong?
So when Chen Yi surrendered, the resentment in its heart dissipated, and its eyes cleared.
Meanwhile...
Wuji was dumbfounded.
Wait, you hated him so much before.
And now you just forgive him?
Am I the clown here?
"Too naive... Sleep!"
Wuji's eyes flashed coldly. No longer content with mere interference, he directly suppressed the Little Golden Dragon's consciousness and took over its body!
Within the Veil of Causality.
Chen Yi seemed to sense the shift, his expression turning icy.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
With a mighty shake, he shattered the chains binding his limbs!
A swing of his halberd obliterated the Taiji diagram beneath him.
No more pretenses—the Little Golden Dragon's dissolution technique had never posed any real threat!
"Wuji, you ! A rebel like you, who lucked into the throne, dares to bark like a rabid dog and lay hands on Ling Xiao's people? I !"
Wuji: ?
Did he just... insult me?
He did, didn't he?!
A mere ant dares curse an Immortal Emperor the moment I appear?
"Wretch, how dare you?!"
Furious, Wuji—now controlling the Little Golden Dragon's body—lifted its head, glaring coldly at Chen Yi.
"Bastard, Ling Xiao has no time to conspire with you. Speak! Where did the Chaos Supreme Treasure shrouding this causality come from?"
"I'll tell you !"
"Take this halberd!"
Chen Yi had no interest in banter. Gripping his halberd, he charged forward!
"Fine. Let me test your limits!"
Wuji's gaze darkened. Manipulating the Little Golden Dragon's body, he expanded the Creation-Derivation Disk into a massive millstone hovering behind him.
The Taiji Yin-Yang fish on its surface began rotating, projecting a force that locked onto Chen Yi's five-star avatar. The opposing energies of yin and yang twisted and compressed, seeking to grind him into dust!
Huummm!
A master's move reveals true skill.
Chen Yi instantly felt overwhelming pressure, his charge halted abruptly.
He swung his halberd with terrifying force, but it had no effect on the Taiji Yin-Yang projection enveloping him.
The true source of the crushing power was the millstone behind Wuji—only by destroying it could he break free.
Yet the dissolution force pinned him in place, as if trapped in quicksand. Closing the distance to smash the millstone seemed impossible.
This was the frustration of mechanics—his opponent could stack debuffs at will, while he struggled to land a single strike.
"Tch. A five-star Chaos avatar's strength is still too weak to break this cursed field..."
Chen Yi sighed, preparing to counter with a mechanism-type treasure.
Just then, Wuji taunted, "Is this all you've got, runt? Pathetic!"
Oddly, instead of pressing his advantage, Wuji opted for the cheapest of provocations.
What?
Did he just want to trade insults?
But an Immortal Emperor wouldn't stoop to such pettiness.
Was he afraid of close combat?
Unlikely—he could attack from range.
Eliminating the impossible, only one answer remained...
He was absolutely trying to force me to activate the power of the Primordial Heavenly Pivot Mirror to resolve this, so he could learn more about it and achieve some hidden goal!
Hah, as if I’d let you have your way!
Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he spat out:
“F you and your b! Who the hell do you think you’re yelling at?!”
The moment the words left his lips, he flipped his palm upward, summoning the Chaos Creation Brush into his grip. Without hesitation, he unleashed its ultimate ability—Annihilation of Existence!
The brush’s tip flicked outward, and waves of chaotic energy surged forth, instantly dissolving the eerie force field binding him into nothingness!
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?"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
