"Cosmic Star Chart, Primordial Void True Form—Decree·Omniscient Gaze!"
"Primordial Chaos Undivided, Mystic Yellow Self-Severed, Touch and Resolve, Thought Made Real—Law·Primordial Qi Takes Form!"
"Time's River Unstoppable, Years Like Blades, A Moment Is Me, Ten Thousand Ages One Night—Edict·Ceaseless Flow Halted!"
"All Phenomena, Return to Silence, Touch My Profound Darkness, Become Naught—Guard·Eternal Descent!"
"Extreme Dao Great Halberd!"
The four ancient immortal clan's Great Luo Patriarchs each manifested magnificent phenomena!
Only Chen Yi remained simple. He lacked such flashy, high-level mechanics. On this battlefield where even the lowest tier was Great Luo-level, all he could do—and all he did—was swing his halberd.
"Well met! Last time you ambushed me successfully, but this time, leave this avatar of yours behind!"
"Heaven and Earth Boundless, Cosmos Fixed, Supreme Domain—Unleash!!!"
Wuji's gaze deepened as he manipulated the Yin-Yang Daoist to burn his origin continuously. Behind him, an Immortal Emperor's manifestation condensed once more, instantly expanding a domain that suppressed the phenomena of the other four Great Luo beings. Supreme and unchallenged, he looked down upon Chen Yi.
Thud!
The swung halberd seemed mired in quicksand, infinite resistance dissipating its momentum until Chen Yi halted just ten steps from the Yin-Yang Daoist.
In this clash of supreme mechanics against raw power, Chen Yi was slightly outmatched—a disadvantageous position.
No helping it. The strength of a five-star avatar was still lacking, unable to break free from the constraints of mechanics, denying him the chance to fight up close where his greatest advantage lay.
Though Wuji controlled a body that was merely Great Luo-level, the mechanics he displayed were top-tier among the elite, not only maximizing limited power attributes but even partially disregarding the influence of base strength factors.
Chen Yi's five-star avatar could suppress ordinary Great Luo beings, but it truly couldn’t contend against a Great Luo like the Yin-Yang Daoist, piloted by Wuji—an Immortal Emperor logging in to fight. After all, Wuji possessed the most supreme mechanics!
Last time, the five-star avatar struggled against the Great Luo-state Little Golden Dragon, and now it was the same against the true Great Luo Yin-Yang Daoist.
Twice at a disadvantage!
And this time, Wuji would never give him the chance to turn the tables.
"You little bastard, weren’t you all brawn and no brains? Go on, jump around for me now!"
Wuji’s gaze was icy as he raised his palm and pressed down. The domain distorted instantly, seeking to crush this five-star avatar into nothingness.
Chen Yi said nothing, focusing solely on disintegration.
In an instant, the suppressed five-star avatar shattered, scattering into eighty-one chaotic multicolored pearls in all directions before vanishing without a trace.
After suffering a crushing defeat last time, he had frantically deduced ways to counter such supreme mechanics.
Though the final conclusion was that only mechanics could oppose mechanics—making it seemingly flawless—he had a flash of inspiration and devised a method to break free from mechanical constraints.
Disintegrate outright. Fragment the whole into parts. The moment targeting failed, wrap the chaotic pearls in a veil that shielded them from all detection!
Theoretically, the success rate was as high as 98%, but without practical testing, it was fraught with uncertainty. Taking such a risk would be no different from throwing the fight, wouldn’t it?
But now, there was no choice. Wuji fought dirty and left no openings. Even with only a 98% chance, he had to gamble.
At worst, he’d lose one five-star avatar. After this, would Wuji even have the strength left to deal with another?
The answer was obviously no. Suppressing four ancient clan Great Luo beings while recklessly trying to erase Chen Yi’s avatar was draining. The Yin-Yang Daoist of the Azure Lotus Ancient Clan was already on the verge of burning out!
So, though it might sting a little, considering the gains from this trip, it was acceptable.
Luckily, the 98%-odds experiment succeeded. Not only did Wuji’s sure-kill technique miss, but he also lost track of Chen Yi entirely.
"How is this possible? How did you do it?!"
Wuji was shocked, his gaze solemn as he scanned every corner of the domain.
He was certain Chen Yi hadn’t escaped the Supreme Domain’s range, yet bizarrely, though he could practically smell him, he couldn’t pinpoint his hiding place!
Suddenly!
A sense of foreboding struck Wuji. Without hesitation, he activated a zero-frame defense, the Immortal Emperor’s manifestation instantly conjuring a golden cauldron illusion to envelop him.
In that instant—
BANG!!!
A halberd materialized out of thin air, striking the golden cauldron illusion at point-blank range!
Had Wuji not reacted fast enough to defend, this halberd strike might not have harmed him, but the already-drained Yin-Yang Daoist would’ve been finished!
"You little bastard, ambushing me again?! Is this the only trick you’ve got?!"
"Enough talk. Take another halberd!"
"PISS OFF!!!"
Furious and alarmed, Wuji roared at Chen Yi while simultaneously driving the Yin-Yang Daoist to burn the last dregs of his origin, transforming into a streak of golden light that shot toward the heavily wounded Great Luo Patriarch of the Timeflow Dragon Clan, still suppressed by the Supreme Domain.
"No! Emperor Wuji, spare me!!!"
The Timeflow Dragon Patriarch screamed in terror.
The moment Emperor Wuji unleashed the Supreme Domain, his confusion had cleared instantly.
Manifestations could be faked. Demeanors could be imitated. But this unique, unrivaled domain of Emperor Wuji’s? Impossible to replicate!
The cognitive interference of karmic mist shattered, and he realized the mastermind behind the Yin-Yang Daoist’s possession wasn’t some remnant of the Celestial Court—it was the true Emperor Wuji!
But it was too late. His clarity came too late.
After squeezing the Yin-Yang Daoist dry, Emperor Wuji was coming for him.
As a Life-Granted Great Luo, though his status would never truly fall and he could revive from the ancestral lands, the painstakingly refined Dao Source of this lifetime would be lost forever. Starting over, the path to Dao Ancestor would stretch endlessly distant...
"Emperor Wuji, I offer my all! Let my body purge all evil!!!"
At the brink of annihilation, the Timeflow Dragon Patriarch made the wisest choice—earning some last-minute goodwill.
Yet Wuji didn’t care. After absorbing the Timeflow Dragon Patriarch’s lifetime Dao Source, he burned it without hesitation to sustain the Immortal Emperor’s manifestation.
And in that moment—
CLANG!!!
Chen Yi’s halberd caught up.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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."
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.”
'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.
