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.
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
