As the Marshal of the Central Altar initiated the discussion, a crowd of celestial officials swiftly joined in.
"Your Majesty! Although the mineral deposits left behind by the Ling Xiao Heavenly Court are abundant, the easily accessible areas have nearly been exhausted. The Celestial Artisan Workshop has done its utmost, but the pace of deep-layer extraction still falls far short of consumption. Now, we can’t even gather enough materials to forge the basic Cloudflow Immortal Armor!"
"I beg to differ with the Celestial Artisan Overseer. In my opinion, the immortal realm is vast and rich, with countless spiritual veins. A mere few excavations would sustain the Heavenly Court for centuries!"
"Star Lord of the Northern Dipper, how can you say such things? Those spiritual veins are all controlled by the ancient immortal clans. Do you wish to plunge the immortal realm into chaos once more?"
"Why not? Your Majesty, I request to lead troops and raid the Xuanxiao Immortal Clan. They have inherited their legacy since the Era of the Fallen Emperor for 238 epochs, and their lineage has produced several Dao Ancestors. I suspect they harbor rebellious intentions!"
"Star Lord of the Northern Dipper, let’s not go that far. The Heavenly Court has only just stabilized. Do you intend to ruin it all?"
"Then give me the resources..."
"..."
The majestic Hall of Infinite Purity was in uproar. Though the celestial officials seemed to ramble, their true intent was a veiled rebellion.
Wuji sat calmly upon the imperial throne, silently observing them.
The impact of the realm-sealing decree wasn’t as severe as they claimed. The remnants of the Ling Xiao Heavenly Court’s resources were sufficient—only harder to extract, leading to sluggish or stagnant progress. The officials struggled to accept this, as their efforts seemed to yield no advancement.
After all, serving in the Heavenly Court meant power was essential, but so were benefits!
If a year of toil left them with nothing but empty prestige, they might as well abandon their glorious titles and retreat to the mountains for a carefree life!
Of course, the officials only complained loudly. None would actually choose seclusion.
After letting them vent for a long while, Wuji responded indifferently: "You wish to lift the realm-sealing decree? Fine. From this day forth, the immortal gates shall open outward—exit is permitted, but entry is forbidden. Violators will be executed!"
At these words, the officials fell silent.
Wuji’s meaning was clear: those who sought treasures beyond the realm must first surrender their official seals and be exiled to the desolate Sea of Realms.
Would they abandon the comforts of the immortal realm for a wasteland where even birds refused to defecate?
Only fools would suffer for no reason!
So what if a Chaos Supreme Treasure was extraordinary?
Even if obtaining it meant instant ascension, there was only one.
Could they guarantee success after abandoning everything?
Were they willing to gamble?
The Hall of Infinite Purity plunged into dead silence. No official, civil or military, dared utter another word.
Seeing this, Wuji waved his hand, ending the impromptu assembly. "If there are no further matters, this meeting is adjourned."
"Your subjects take their leave!"
The officials filed out in order, and the figure upon the divine lotus throne gradually faded. The hall returned to its cold, empty state.
Wuji turned calmly and activated the Heaven-Gazing Mirror, resuming his game.
Though the realm-sealing decree could not be lifted, the emergence of a Chaos Supreme Treasure demanded attention. The variable brewing in the lower realm already possessed one such treasure. If he acquired this newly emerged ninth Chaos Supreme Treasure, the consequences would be dire.
Wuji intended to nurture this variable as a tribulation trigger—but not too powerfully. Ideally, he’d mold him into mediocrity, making the impending tribulation easier to bear.
Thus, the ninth Chaos Supreme Treasure must not fall into his hands!
Yet, Wuji doubted he could claim it.
A newly emerged Chaos Supreme Treasure would never choose a master who already possessed another.
As for Ling Xiao, who owned three—he was simply absurdly lucky!
The Bronze Coffin had emerged early, passing through two masters, both meeting grim fates. After eons, it was moved by Ling Xiao’s youthful spirit and chose him.
The Creation Disk, equally ancient yet never bound, was naively deceived by Ling Xiao’s wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing act, losing both its form and true essence.
As for the untraceable Bell of Primordial Beginning... it was taken advantage of by that damned Ling Xiao while it was incomplete and uncontrollable!
Ling Xiao truly deserved death—his luck was infuriating!
Wuji admitted a sliver of envy.
But it didn’t matter. A defeated foe was not worth mentioning.
What mattered was who would ultimately claim the ninth Chaos Supreme Treasure.
Though the great variable couldn’t obtain it, neither could anyone connected to him!
Thus, Wuji relented—those who descended could truly descend.
The news would spread swiftly. Most officials wouldn’t go, but others might.
The ancient immortal clans would surely send their core descendants to seek the treasure.
Did they think it would be easy?
An enormous variable awaited them below!
Given his current strength, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal descending would only serve as cannon fodder.
Still, causing him some trouble was worthwhile. And if the variable wasn’t foolish, he’d likely use these intruders as scouts in the secret realm rather than attacking outright.
"Let’s see who laughs last."
Wuji’s gaze deepened as his hands glided over the Heaven-Gazing Mirror.
The immortal realm acted swiftly. After Wuji’s concession, the ancient clans dispatched their members to investigate the lower realm.
What if they never returned?
Then so be it!
If they could obtain a Chaos Supreme Treasure, hardship was trivial.
With time, Wuji would inevitably lift the realm-sealing decree, allowing their stranded kin to return.
Moreover, rumors suggested that the former emperor Ling Xiao’s Epochal Treasury lay hidden in the lower realms—while Ling Xiao himself was trapped deep within the River of Time...
What did this mean?
It meant that even without the Chaos Supreme Treasure, they could hunt for the Epochal Treasury!
A trove amassing the wealth of Ling Xiao’s Heavenly Court across nine epochs—in some ways, even more enticing than an unknown Chaos Supreme Treasure!
Supreme Treasures chose their masters by fate, but the treasury was fair game for all!
Swiftly, the source of the anomaly in the Void Expanse gathered the mightiest experts across the myriad realms.
Nine Great Cosmic-level Abyssal Matriarchs, two Grand Cosmic-level Abyssal Matriarchs, tens of thousands of Semi-Cosmic or Semi-Grand Cosmic Abyssal Matriarchs, six Great Luo immortals from the immortal realm, dozens of Taiyi immortals, and over a thousand Golden Immortals!
A radiant barrier surrounded the anomaly, barring all from advancing.
"ROAR!!!"
"Immortals? Scram!"
The Abyssal Matriarchs glanced at the newcomers and attacked without hesitation.
Though they had lost memories of their past as divine beings, their instinctive loathing for immortals remained. No matter how fragrant their auras, the Abyssal Matriarchs felt not the slightest urge to devour them.
A Great Luo Immortal from the Celestial Realm smirked mockingly: "You long-rotted creatures, does this light pain you? Take one step closer, and you'll melt away. Why waste your breath snarling here?"
"Roar! Roar! Roar! If you’ve got the guts, step out here! See if I don’t tear you apart!"
The Abyssal Matriarch bellowed in fury, yet dared not approach the radiant barrier.
Meanwhile, Chen Yi, who had been lingering outside the luminous barrier for some time without finding a way in, slowly turned his head. His gaze grew eerily intense as it settled upon the sudden arrival of the Celestial Realm's entourage.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”