"I can be knocked down, but I will never be defeated!"
"Fighting nine versions of myself? I’ve done it before—hell, I’ve even fought ten!"
"So what if they’re a bit stronger, faster, and more numerous? Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"
"Chaotic Turtle-Style Fists, the Divine Insight Finger’s Millennium Strike..."
"Flower-Shifting Ghost Possession, Three Thousand Thunder Steps in Reverse Chaos..."
"Self-Transcendence Lotus Slam, Indestructible Flesh Cannon Impact... ugh—!"
Inside the mirror realm, Little Fang was once again sent flying by an elbow strike from his mirror clone. He lay sprawled on the ground, struggling to get up, yet still defiantly raised a middle finger and weakly shouted:
"Great Barren... Finger!"
Before he could finish, Little Fang blacked out again.
As usual, the mirror space released dense primordial spiritual energy, rapidly healing his injuries, replenishing his depleted mana, and restoring his condition—just so it could keep beating him up!
Admittedly, after three days and nights of relentless battle, Little Fang had gone from shattering at the first hit to now lasting ten rounds!
While taking on nine enhanced mirror clones was still too much, he was absolutely confident he could defeat three!
If this kept up, he’d eventually overcome these overpowered versions of himself.
But time was running out.
Thanks to his exceptional luck as the first challenger, his outstanding performance had caught the attention of the treasure’s artifact spirit. Without fully clearing the fourth trial of the Ten Thousand Treasures Labyrinth, he was directly teleported to the fifth trial—the "Abyss of the Scales."
This meant he never even saw the termination stele of the fourth trial, let alone left an encrypted message on it.
This oversight led Chen Yi to a grave misjudgment: believing Little Fang had been devoured by the labyrinth, leaving no trace behind. Enraged, Chen Yi unleashed his fury!
To Chen Yi, a Chaos Supreme Treasure was desirable, but such treasures were fickle—dependent on fate and the artifact spirit’s whims. No matter how well one performed, if the spirit disliked them, it was all for nothing!
The little golden dragon was a prime example. Among countless outstanding candidates, it had taken a liking to Ling Xiao and willingly submitted. But if it disliked someone, even a Celestial Emperor couldn’t lay a finger on it!
Little Fang was different. Compared to an uncontrollable Chaos Supreme Treasure, his abilities were undeniable. He was even a designated candidate for the Literary God of Wealth under the Purple Star Celestial Court’s Treasury Division!
Getting the treasure would be nice, but losing it was no real loss—after all, he’d never had it. But losing Little Fang? That was irreversible.
An unacceptable loss for the Purple Star Celestial Court!
So Chen Yi stopped pretending. He laid his cards on the table: he would make the entire treasure realm pay for Little Fang’s demise!
Now it was the artifact spirit’s turn to panic.
It had no idea about the bond between Chen Yi and Little Fang, nor that its decision to pull Little Fang ahead would trigger such dire consequences!
Originally, Chen Yi had been on its radar—exploiting loopholes in the rules was a skill in itself. But the man was just too wicked, bullying other challengers and disrupting their trials. That part, the spirit didn’t like.
So it planned to refine him in the fifth trial’s Abyss of the Scales. If that failed, it’d eject him empty-handed!
But who could’ve guessed this villain was so terrifyingly strong?!
On the surface, he seemed like a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, half-step from the Dao Ancestor realm. So how could he possess such monstrous power?!
"Big Brother, a bad guy’s breaking in!"
"Can I trust you?"
"Can I really trust you?"
"I..."
The little girl with twin braids bit her lip, her gaze conflicted as she watched Fang Fan’s increasingly bizarre and erratic movements in the mirror realm. She was torn.
She wanted to choose Fang Fan, but the human heart was inscrutable. The deepest recesses of his mind remained shrouded in mist—she couldn’t see through him at all.
Yet if she didn’t choose him, she couldn’t escape her bonded space. And that villain below would soon force his way in... and he’d surely torment her.
What should she do?
"Sigh... If only I could break free from my bonded space like the Karma Wheel elder. But I lack the power to defy the rules..."
"Perhaps this is my fate. Big Brother, I’m coming..."
With a melancholic sigh, the braided girl’s figure slowly dissipated.
The next moment.
Fang Fan suddenly felt the mirror clones’ strength wane!
They were still slightly stronger than him, but no longer insurmountable.
"Hahaha, running out of steam?!"
"At this level, I could take you all with one hand tied!"
"Hey—ow! Cheap shot?!"
"Azure Sky Dragon’s Spine, Hip Twist Upholds Heaven and Earth!"
"Groin-Guarding Iron Mountain Charge, Reverse Hand Peach Theft, Whirlwind Bush Demolisher..."
Fang Fan’s movements grew increasingly absurd.
Yet this very absurdity made it impossible for the mirror clones—perfect replicas of his combat experience, just with boosted stats—to predict his moves. They were helpless against his relentless, divine strikes targeting their weaknesses!
Admittedly, only the original could truly exploit his own flaws. While the clones initially dominated, once Fang Fan embraced the chaos, they could only rely on brute stats to overwhelm him.
Now, with their stats secretly nerfed, their greatest advantage was gone. The ever-more-unhinged original began to look invincible!
Soon, the last clone fell. Fang Fan, who had been fighting upside down, righted himself and swept a disdainful gaze across the battlefield.
"Tch. Clones that only rely on stat boosts without real-time adaptation? Not even as good as Nightmare Spirits!"
The true horror of Nightmare Spirits was that no matter how absurd you were, they could always out-absurd you!
Low difficulty was trivial. Medium difficulty was manageable—flaws existed, and the Nightmare Spirit’s reactions weren’t instantaneous. Unexpected absurdity could still prevail.
But high difficulty? Ridiculous. With a vast combat database, no amount of weirdness could save you. You’d face a version of yourself that had fought countless challengers!
Earning a seat at the Purple Star’s monster table wasn’t for the faint of heart. Only a handful of freaks had ever cleared high difficulty.
As for hell difficulty... forget it.
"Big Brother, congratulations on passing the final trial!"
As the nine mirror clones vanished, the little girl’s ethereal voice echoed.
The mirror world shattered, and Fang Fan found himself back on the Heart’s Dao Platform.
At the platform’s center, a chaotic vortex rose, atop which floated the braided girl, smiling at him.
Whoosh—
Before Fang Fan could recover from the battle’s intensity, a wisp of chaotic energy surged into his body. It rampaged through his meridians before finally condensing into an enigmatic sigil between his brows.
A flood of information poured into his mind. After a brief mental freeze, his eyes widened in shock.
"A Chaos Supreme Treasure—the Myriad Phenomena Profound Ring?!"
As he chanted the true name of the treasure, the vast primordial spiritual energy within the secret realm came pouring in!
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...
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
