Fang Fan set off.
Silently traversing the chaotic void currents, he left the Purple Star Immortal Realm unnoticed.
No one detected his departure.
He journeyed with intermittent pauses, casually collecting tens of thousands of tons of void ore along the way before finally arriving at the Emptiness Domain.
Here, violent waves of formless energy raged unchecked. An ordinary Tribulation Transcendent would vanish into nothingness upon contact, and even a Pseudo-Immortal wouldn’t last a single breath!
Yet Fang Fan did not retreat. As a Wealth Division Immortal of the Purple Star Celestial Court, his daily routine involved either scavenging scraps in the void currents or venturing into the Emptiness Domain to test his luck. Long ago, he had invested heavily in the Celestial Artifice Institute to forge a treasure capable of resisting the formless energy—the Boundary Pearl!
This artifact was of an exceptionally high grade, usable with ease only by True Immortals. For a Pseudo-Immortal like Fang Fan, wielding it was strenuous. Even with ample resources to replenish his immortal energy, prolonged use would take a toll on his body.
At most, he could endure three days within the Emptiness Domain—three days of active exploration, with additional time reserved for the return journey. Exceeding this limit risked leaving him too drained to make it back!
Especially since Fang Fan had only recently ascended to Pseudo-Immortal status. Three days was pushing it; his safe threshold was two and a half days—thirty hours.
Thus, he had only thirty hours to explore. Once that limit was reached, he had to turn back, or face grave peril.
And so, two and a half days later...
"The pull grows stronger... It feels just ahead, yet in the next moment, it seems endlessly distant... How much farther?"
"I can hold on. Two and a half days isn’t my limit!"
Fang Fan’s gaze was resolute, his grip on the Boundary Pearl steady and firm.
Another half-day passed.
"Must I stop here?"
"The sensation is overwhelming now—as if a few more steps will bring me to that mysterious calling..."
Fang Fan’s face had paled, his hand trembling slightly around the pearl.
"No, Fang Fan. This is too reckless. You must turn back, or you’ll never return. Think of your father, your loved ones!"
"But... I can’t accept this!"
"I can last another three days. One more day of exploration, two for the return—if I push beyond all limits, I can make it!"
Twelve hours vanished in an instant.
"Ahhh!!"
"It’s right there! I can feel it—just ahead!"
"Will I fall at the threshold of victory?!"
"There’s no turning back now... I’ve come too far. The path to triumph lies ahead—so does my only hope!"
Disheveled, eyes bloodshot, his grip on the Boundary Pearl now deathly pale, Fang Fan felt no fear of death. Memories flashed through his mind, and a long-buried madness stirred once more.
In his youth, his family’s poverty had denied him cultivation resources. So he ventured alone into the wild, risking life and limb for opportunities, never flinching—even when facing powerful enemies, he dared to carry his own coffin to their doorstep, ready to trade his life for theirs!
Now, wealth and comfort had come. His father’s rise to prominence had granted him privilege and renown, allowing him to live in peace without struggle. But where was the fearless courage of his past? How could he have lost it? How dare he lose it?!
A true man, born between heaven and earth, should never cower in hesitation! He must raise his sword, charge ahead with dignity, and fight for a glorious future!
Damn it all!
I’ll stake everything!
Let those who mock me for relying on my father see who the real coward is!
Fang Fan descended into utter madness.
Abandoning all thought of return, he trusted his instincts and surged forward—never looking back.
At that moment, the raging formless energy seemed to coalesce into countless dark hands, desperately clawing at him, trying to drag him into the abyss.
But Fang Fan burned like a meteor, consuming himself to pierce through the suffocating darkness.
When his body reached its limit, his indomitable will would carve a path through!
Finally, at the brink of exhaustion—
A barrier of radiant, dreamlike light materialized before him.
Pop~
With one last desperate lunge, Fang Fan forced himself through the barrier. The moment he crossed, his strength gave out, and darkness swallowed his vision as he collapsed, unconscious.
And because he was the first to ever set foot in this untouched sanctuary, the luminous barrier, after sealing shut, suddenly erupted with blinding brilliance—illuminating the heavens!
In an instant, countless powerhouses were stirred.
Illusory Star Grotto-Heaven.
Chen Yi’s true form snapped his eyes open. "What... is this disturbance?!"
Without hesitation, he vanished, reappearing beyond the borders of the Purple Star Immortal Realm to inspect the concealment arrays he had laid, ensuring they remained intact.
Once confirmed, he willed his three Five-Star avatars within the Emptiness Domain to converge on the source of the anomaly.
Notably, the Mirror of Primordial Beginnings fervently insisted on accompanying him, even offering to extend Chen Yi’s allotted time by thirty hours. It also promised to handle explanations with the Divine Realm, ensuring no misunderstandings would arise.
Well...
Chen Yi wasn’t about to refuse!
This commotion was too significant. He had a premonition—the Primordial Limitless might intervene personally. Bringing the Mirror along added an extra layer of security.
Especially since the Mirror had volunteered without demanding anything in return—a free advantage. How could he possibly decline?
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'!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
