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?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
