As everyone knows, Chen Yi had only ever sparred with Great Luo beings possessed by a wisp of an Immortal Emperor's will!
The result? His five-star avatar was utterly humiliated by the disgusting mechanics of the battle, forced to rely on sneak attacks, Dao Ancestor-level artifacts, and borrowing Ling Xiao's techniques to barely eke out a victory.
Now, after fusing into a six-star avatar, Wuji suddenly refused to play with him. Without real combat experience, he couldn’t be sure whether his six-star avatar could shatter those mechanics with sheer brute force.
Originally, after hearing Little Fang mention that the Myriad Stars Mystic Ring contained a boundless realm housing Dharma Idols ranging from False Immortals to Dao Ancestors, Chen Yi had been eager to test just how "refined" these so-called Dao Ancestors were. But as it turned out, Little Fang was still too green—unable to summon higher-tiered Dharma Idols due to his lack of control over such power.
Well, there was nothing to be done about it. It wasn’t like he could bully Little Fang’s Celestial Immortal-level Dharma Idol with his six-star avatar, right?
"Let’s go, Little Fang. Take this and hurry home. Your father’s probably going crazy looking for you."
Chen Yi shook his head, handing over a World Pearl containing the vast resources from the six trial realms before casually sketching out a teleportation gate.
"What about you? Aren’t you coming back?" Fang Fan carefully stowed away the immensely precious World Pearl and couldn’t help but ask curiously.
"Haven’t I always been inside the Illusory Star Pocket Realm?" Chen Yi countered with a smile.
Fang Fan stiffened in realization. "Ah, right! I’m the one being dense here. Then... I’ll head back first?"
Honestly, with the Venerable One standing there gripping that massive halberd, he looked like an invincible eldritch horror from beyond the stars. Who could’ve guessed this was just an avatar?
What kind of absurd avatar was this?!
"Big Brother... is that guy really... normal?"
At this point, even the Mystic Ring’s artifact spirit couldn’t help but voice its doubts.
"Watch your words! The Venerable One is omnipresent!" Fang Fan nervously warned. "You can say whatever you want once we’re home—the Venerable One doesn’t mind. But outside, tread carefully. He doesn’t hold grudges... just has a bit of a petty streak."
"Oh... got it."
The artifact spirit took the hint and changed the subject. "By the way, Big Brother, just what kind of magic does the Purple Star Immortal Court hold? How could it make you willing to risk your life to protect it?"
Logically speaking, since it had formed a True Spirit Contract with Fang Fan, it should’ve been able to glimpse his memories. Yet an impenetrable fog shrouded everything, making it impossible to see into his heart.
If not for Fang Fan’s undeniable kindness—passing the Heart Abyss Trial three times in a row—and Chen Yi’s relentless provocations later on, it might never have chosen someone as enigmatic as Fang Fan!
After all... it really didn’t want to end up like the Karma Disk’s predecessor!
But there was no helping it. Fate had decreed Fang Fan as the one it had been waiting for. Since resistance was futile, it might as well enjoy the ride!
It trusted that Fang Fan would never treat it the way Ling Xiao had treated the Karma Disk!
Fang Fan chuckled warmly. "The atmosphere in our Purple Star Immortal Court is great—no aloof, emotionless immortals, just the lively warmth of human bonds. Once you integrate into our... uh, gang—no, team—once you join our team, I’m sure you’ll love it!"
"Then I’ll be eagerly looking forward to it!"
After sending Little Fang home, Chen Yi finally turned to the cleanup.
Too many eyes had gathered here, and Little Fang had left far too many traces behind. If he didn’t tidy up properly, certain individuals might trace Fang Fan’s origins—and that would be disastrous.
Of course, erasing evidence was just the first priority. The newly recruited "talent" from the Immortal Realm also needed further processing.
For now, he’d only placed them under preliminary control. A thorough "physical examination" to root out all hidden risks was still pending.
These "talents" from the Immortal Realm bore far too many marks left by their origin. Before they could be put to use, they needed to be purified inside and out, over and over again—lest they contaminate the Purple Star Heavenly Dao!
Just like deboning fish or removing cartilage from chicken feet—skip the prep work, and not only is it troublesome to eat, but you might even choke!
Besides, the Little Golden Dragon and the others rescued from their ordeal also needed checkups.
They’d been marinating in a corner of the Immortal Realm under Wuji’s "care" for so long that they’d absorbed all sorts of undesirable flavors. They needed a good rinse before they could be... uh, inducted into service.
"Yi-ge, what are you doing?! What are you doing?!"
The Little Golden Dragon shrieked in terror as Chen Yi suddenly grabbed it.
"Quiet. You’re getting a bath."
Chen Yi sealed its mouth, effectively muting it, before conjuring a pool of purest Chaos Lightning.
The Little Golden Dragon instantly realized Chen Yi’s intentions but was powerless to resist. With its voice disabled, it couldn’t even whimper as it was dunked into the crackling, sizzling pool.
Zap! Zap! Zap!
Its elegant draconic form instantly stiffened.
"Hey hey hey, what’s this?!"
"Chen Yi, what are you doing?!"
"No! Stay away from me!!"
"Bro, do I have to go in too? I wasn’t in the Immortal Realm long enough to get marinated. There’s really no need for—AHHH!"
Aside from Xu Jinghong, who’d been comfortably retired in the Purple Star Immortal Realm, none of the others escaped—including Han Qianxue, who’d only recently been dragged into that Immortal Realm corner. All were tossed into the Chaos Lightning Pool for a mandatory swimming lesson.
"Guess my work here is done? I won’t overstay my welcome. I’ll take my leave now."
The Primordial Mirror’s artifact spirit watched the Little Golden Dragon flail in the lightning pool with satisfaction before bidding farewell.
"Give Black Earth my regards when you get back. And make it clear—Fang Fan is under my protection. Tell him to behave."
This time, Chen Yi let it go without hesitation.
Before, without a complete Chaos Treasure to counterbalance Wuji’s mechanisms, he’d been forced to borrow artifacts from allied realms to avoid being crushed.
But now? The Purple Star Immortal Court had one-and-a-half Chaos Treasures of its own! Who needed to beg for scraps anymore?
"Extra time"?
As if he was lacking in that department!
So stingy, hiding their treasures and refusing to let him go all out.
Now that he had his own, not only could he stop kowtowing to others, but just wait—soon enough, even Black Earth would come begging!
Fang Fan had mentioned that the Myriad Stars Mystic Ring possessed a rather understated ability: purging all corruption and restoring things to their original state.
The Calamity Realm wanted to revert to the Divine Realm?
Heh. The Purple Star Immortal Court had its eyes on those alluring Calamity Matriarchs too!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
'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.
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.”
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."
