The middle path at the fork in the road... dim, silent, devoid of any dazzling treasures or alluring aura, only rough, icy walls winding endlessly into the distance.
Compared to the resplendent and radiant passages on either side, this shabby middle path resembled an abandoned mine tunnel, as if on the verge of collapse at any moment, instinctively urging one to avoid it.
"Will you choose the guaranteed treasures, or gamble on an uncertain future?"
"A friendly reminder—the road ahead will be arduous, with no turning back. If you falter, your path ends here, and your body perishes. Choosing either side still offers a chance of survival."
The mysterious voice echoed once more.
"Heh..." Fang Fan chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering as he stepped forward resolutely. "What retreat do I even have left? Those who entered behind me are far stronger than I am."
"If I retreat, they’ll overtake me and crush me like an ant!"
"So I can only move forward—no retreat!"
"Even if the path ahead seems certain death, have you not heard that heaven never seals off all exits?"
"As long as I choose to walk, the path lies beneath my feet!"
As his words faded, Fang Fan strode boldly into the narrow, shadowy passage.
At first, it was so tight it barely fit a person, but after dozens of steps, it suddenly opened into a vast expanse!
The end of the path was a cliff, beyond which lay an abyss of terrifying nothingness.
Before the cliff stood a stone stele inscribed with the patterns of the Great Dao.
It read: Abyss of the Heavenly Scales.
Fang Fan habitually carved an encrypted proclamation onto the stele, declaring himself the first to claim this place and asserting all resources here as the private property of the Treasury Department of the Purple Star Immortal Court, further layering the threads of karma!
Even if he ultimately failed and perished here, as long as the Calamity-Sovereign arrived, they could rightfully challenge any being who dared lay hands on these resources, based on his declaration!
His heroic sacrifice would earn him a dedicated page in the Purple Star Immortal Court’s annals of history, while also adding a halo of honor to his father—a high-ranking official—freeing him to pursue his ambitions without reservation!
With this in mind, what did he have to fear?
Full speed ahead!
Buzz—!
Fang Fan stepped off the cliff and plunged headfirst into the terrifying void.
There was no solid ground here. He floated in an absolute, silent darkness—no light, no warmth, no matter, only pure, oppressive "nothingness" that seemed to devour all perception.
The absolute silence weighed on his mind, and he could even hear the sound of his own blood flowing.
Was he falling? Or rising? Time lost meaning.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he saw light—and an enormous, tangible structure.
It was a pair of scales!
Its body was forged from a material neither metal nor jade, dark gray and colossal, like pillars holding up the heavens.
Two immense arms stretched endlessly into the distance, beyond sight, with suns, moons, stars, black holes—even entire universes—hanging from them, as if being measured or kept in balance.
At this moment, the scales hovered at the center of the void in perfect equilibrium, exuding an aura of cold, absolute, and unyielding rule.
As Fang Fan approached, two landmasses—no, two weighing pans—manifested on either side of the scales. Chains of rules descended from the sky above each land, their ends hooked onto the arms of the scales.
The left pan depicted a tragic scene: a backward mortal world with lowly thatched huts, barren fields, marauding armies, and bandits running rampant. The people wore tattered clothes, their faces gaunt, eyes hollow, like lambs awaiting slaughter, devoid of hope.
Fang Fan’s pupils constricted as he spotted a little girl with braided pigtails, tear-streaked face, clutching her mother’s leg in desperate pleading—only to be traded away for another family’s child.
In stark contrast, the right pan held ten flawless immortal pills suspended in the air, their surfaces shimmering with iridescent light. Within them surged dense spiritual essence, manifesting wondrous phenomena and radiating boundless vitality and the essence of the Dao!
Pills of Ascension—consuming just one would instantly elevate a cultivator to the Profound Immortal realm. With all ten, one could forge an unparalleled immortal foundation, ascending directly to the Taiyi Sovereign realm!
This was a once-in-an-era opportunity that would drive any cultivator to madness.
Yet Fang Fan barely glanced at the pills, his gaze instead locking onto what lay beneath them—a vast, pale-white expanse. No, not an expanse—upon closer inspection, it was a sea of countless bleached bones!
"Scales, a mortal world, immortal pills... Is this a test of choice?"
Fang Fan frowned deeply.
Just then, a thunderous voice boomed in his mind.
[Make your choice within thirty seconds. You will be scored. Your current score is one hundred. When it reaches zero, you will slumber here forever.]
[Friendly reminder: both sides of the scales are real. Choosing the pills means the death of the masses; choosing the masses means forfeiting the pills. Whether you value the pills or the lives of mortals rests entirely on your decision.]
Without hesitation, Fang Fan declared, "I refuse pills forged from the suffering of mortals. They reek. They sicken me. I choose the masses!"
To enter the Purple Star Immortal Court, one’s character had to be beyond reproach—the Purple Star Heavenly Dao cherished all life, and its officials abhorred the suffering of mortals.
Moreover, his instincts told him this was the right choice. Following his heart could not be wrong.
Yet the outcome defied all expectations.
The voice seemed furious.
[What is the purpose of your cultivation? To forsake such an opportunity for mere mortals—do you think this makes you noble?]
[Deduct twenty points. Sever the left arm.]
[This is the price of playing the hero.]
As the words faded, the immortal pills vanished into the void, while the mortal world was blessed with heavenly favor, saving countless lives.
Only Fang Fan remained, his left arm disintegrating into dust in an instant, the pain searing into his soul. Even his consciousness of the arm was erased—meaning no regeneration, no restoration, no matter his abilities.
[Well? You saved them, yet they offer no gratitude. Do you regret your choice?]
"Hiss—"
Fang Fan gasped through the pain, but his resolve never wavered. "A mere arm in exchange for countless lives? I seek only clarity of mind. I regret nothing. Come—I still have eighty points left!"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?"
