Chen Yi found it hard to fathom just how much Wuji valued cleanliness.
Could even a Chaos Treasure fail to excite him?
Watching those transcendent and immaculate immortals, Chen Yi felt he might have misjudged Wuji somewhat.
It wasn’t just about cleanliness—it seemed Wuji was also actively avoiding some unspoken taboo of the lower realm.
The feeling was like... the lower realm was a foul, murky swamp, so turbid you couldn’t see what lurked beneath. Afraid of dirtying his hands or worse, being bitten by hidden fish or cut by sharp rocks, Wuji refused to reach down. That made sense.
But here’s the thing—what if there was a dazzling golden gem in that filthy swamp? No matter how repulsive, how disgusting, or how risky, as long as it wasn’t life-threatening, wouldn’t anyone reach for it?
After all, Chaos Treasures were incredibly rare. And history had already proven that the Immortal Emperor was invincible—even in the upper realm, few could shatter his golden invincibility, let alone the lower realm!
Could it really just be disgust holding him back?
Would someone abandon a supreme prize over mere fastidiousness?
Was that possible?
Ordinary people might give up due to their limitations, but the Immortal Emperor, with his overwhelming power and means to suppress all opposition, absolutely wouldn’t!
So, after eliminating all impossibilities, no matter how absurd the remaining answer, it had to be the truth.
The lower realm must harbor something capable of threatening the Immortal Emperor’s life—that’s why Wuji feared to intervene.
But what could it be?
Chen Yi fell deep into thought.
Meanwhile...
Inside the Primordial Heavenly Mirror, the artifact spirit—a little boy—and the Little Golden Dragon were happily spectating.
"Fight! Fight! All this talking and no action—are they playing house?" The Little Golden Dragon watched as the Abyssal Matriarch and the Great Luo Immortals of the Celestial Realm stood at a stalemate, itching to stir the pot himself.
"Ah, those were once mighty figures of the Divine Realm... Now, bereft of their true destinies, new spirits have emerged from their remnants, yet they still instinctively reject the Celestial Realm’s people. Admirable!" The little boy sighed wistfully, his eyes filled with regret.
No sooner had he spoken than—
A Half-Cosmic Abyssal Fiend suddenly snapped, shattering the deadlock. The Dao of Cosmos activated instantly as it charged toward a Golden Immortal on the opposing side!
"RAAAH! Brothers, kill him!"
"Damn ! I’ve had enough of these bastards!"
"Filthy wretches, seeking death!"
"Great Mandate of Heaven, Great Luo Divine Curse!"
"......"
All-out war erupted in an instant!
Bizarre interweavings of the Dao of Space and Cosmos clashed, while condensed immortal energy formed intricate Dao patterns.
In a flash, terrifying energy fluctuations rippled outward, instantly calming the chaotic void energy across billions of miles.
Though the Abyssal Matriarch’s side had numbers, the Celestial Realm’s immortals held the qualitative advantage.
The moment the two forces collided, the Abyssal forces were suppressed, forced into retreat.
Amid the chaos, no one noticed the Half-Cosmic Abyssal Fiend that had started the fight had already slipped to the rear. Like a ghost, it ignored the searing energy of the Radiant Barrier—meant to repel Abyssals—and plunged straight through.
Chen Yi: ???
It just... waltzed right in?
How?!
What the hell is that thing?!
This Abyssal... something was off. No, twelve times off!
That power... while it resembled the Abyssal’s innate Dao of Cosmos, closer inspection revealed subtle differences.
It was like a refined subdivision of the Dao of Cosmos—or perhaps an evolution beyond it.
Abyssal Fiends, due to their corruption, had fused their Divine Realm cultivation into the crude, instinctual Dao of Cosmos. They couldn’t refine it further, let alone evolve it.
So... that Half-Cosmic Abyssal Fiend had a puppeteer behind it!
But here’s the question: Abyssals were remnants of Divine Realm experts, and the Dao of Cosmos was the melted-down essence of Divine Realm techniques. Who else could flawlessly mimic and wield it?
Too hard to guess!
Chen Yi spun around, grabbing the little boy artifact spirit, his gaze piercing. "I can’t enter the Radiant Barrier—is this your doing?!"
"What madness is this?! I’ve even volunteered to extend your time, and you doubt me?! Where’s the trust between people?!" The little boy shouted angrily, kicking at Chen Yi’s fingers while trapped in his grip.
The Little Golden Dragon, triggered by a keyword, immediately declared with righteous indignation: "Trust between people? There’s no such thing!"
"Enough nonsense! My brother Yi is asking you a question—spit it out!"
He’d once preached about trust too... until reality beat it out of him. He’d learned he was a dragon, not a human—trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford.
Hearing the old Primordial Mirror spout his old mantra now made him crack.
"Is that Half-Cosmic Abyssal Fiend being controlled by the mysterious reawakened Divine Realm expert?" Chen Yi cut straight to the point, tearing off the unspoken pretense.
But the little boy refused to admit it, even deflecting: "How should I know? I’m just here for the show! I’m giving you free overtime—how could you treat me like this?!"
SMACK!
Chen Yi slapped him without hesitation: "Talk. Now."
The Little Golden Dragon wriggled excitedly. "Brother Yi, let me handle this! I know a hundred ways to make him talk. A hundred!!"
"Enough, that’s already too twisted. Creation, sit down—I’ll talk!" The little boy covered his face, leaning back defensively before explaining cautiously:
"Since he’s already seized the initiative, there’s no point hiding it. Yes, it’s me."
"If you carry me—a complete Chaos Treasure—it marks you as ‘claimed.’ That newly awakened one won’t let you near."
"Honestly, it’s not that I wanted to hide it. You never asked Creation! He knew this taboo too—he kept it from you. How’s that my fault?"
Little Golden Dragon: ......
Wait, there’s such a taboo?
Since when did I know this?
After a pause, he belatedly realized—this bastard was framing him, shifting the blame!
"Old Primordial, you—! I warn you, watch your words! I’ll sue you for slander! Slander!!"
"Brother Yi, he’s slandering me! I swear I didn’t know about this taboo!"
Chen Yi: ......
If any other Chaos Treasure spirit had said this, he wouldn’t believe a single punctuation mark.
But coming from the Little Golden Dragon... it was 98% credible.
There's still 0.2% left to blame Ling Xiao for, after all, the Little Golden Dragon might have just been naive at first, but after being killed once by Ling Xiao, it became a bit brain-damaged...
Sigh, what are we gonna do with this kid?
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.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
