The upcoming spar between Chen Yi and Hu Fangyuan was a rare spectacle. To most observers, it might seem meaningless, but for Fang Fan, it was different. If he could comprehend it, he might even summon the true form of the Dao Ancestor’s Dharma from the Profound Infinite Realm!
The reason Chen Yi specifically sought Fang Fan’s opinion was largely out of consideration for the Primordial Chaos Treasure, the Myriad Mysteries Ring.
Though newly manifested, the ring was slightly more intelligent than the little golden dragon, yet it retained an almost naive purity, untouched by worldly affairs.
In the unfamiliar expanse of the Violet Star Immortal Realm, Fang Fan was the ring’s only close companion. If Chen Yi were to brusquely demand to use the ring, Fang Fan—who knew him well—might not object, but the ring, still unacquainted with Chen Yi’s ways, might react unpredictably.
Thus, coaxing was necessary.
Soon enough, Fang Fan arrived at the designated location with the Myriad Mysteries Ring in tow.
Chen Yi’s five-star avatar was dragging Hu Fangyuan’s dharma body along.
"Stop pulling me, Chen Yi! I won’t go!"
"Come on, just take a look—you’ll understand!"
"No!"
"Come on!"
"......"
By now, Hu Fangyuan had likely guessed where Chen Yi’s so-called "good place" was.
A location capable of concealing aura fluctuations, evading celestial detection, and compelling his true self to appear—what else but a Primordial Chaos Treasure with purification abilities could achieve this?
Using the purification of the Divine Realm’s cursed descendants as leverage to force his compliance?
Chen Yi, you bastard...
Damn it!
Hu Fangyuan truly didn’t want to spar with Chen Yi.
Winning wouldn’t be honorable, and knowing this scoundrel, a loss would only invite relentless future challenges until Chen Yi emerged victorious.
Losing would be even worse. If he couldn’t even defeat one of Chen Yi’s avatars, how could he survive in a world where strength reigned supreme? He’d be bullied endlessly!
As for a draw? That was nearly impossible. Chen Yi was cunning and far from weak. Feigning a stalemate would be obvious to him, and going all out risked igniting real hostility. A perfect tie was simply unattainable.
What was he supposed to do?
"Here, let me show you something good!"
Upon arrival, Chen Yi unceremoniously yanked Hu Fangyuan’s dharma body into the Infinite Realm within the Myriad Mysteries Ring, then pulled out a freshly captured Abyssal Horror from the Divine Realm’s ruins.
The next moment—
Sizzle!
A beam of violet light erupted from the depths of the Infinite Realm, striking the Abyssal Horror. Instantly, black smoke billowed from its body!
"ROOOAAAR—!!!"
The creature shrieked in agony as its rotting flesh melted away, revealing pitch-black bones oozing foul, viscous fluid.
The radiant violet light cascaded like a sacred spring, purging the horror’s malevolent aura and corrupt laws while infusing it with overwhelming vitality. Not only was the curse cleansed, but its original form was restored!
Its decayed skin regained luster, its fetid blood began flowing anew, and its blackened marrow returned to crystalline purity.
Even its shattered consciousness was repaired, and its rampaging soul, once lost to madness, was soothed into clarity.
"I... who am I?"
"Where... am I?"
"What was I doing?"
"Ugh... my head hurts..."
"I remember now. I am Zhang Mingzhi, patriarch of the Zhang Clan’s scholarly lineage in the Spring-and-Autumn Domain... No..."
"What... what have I done?!"
"I... I am a sinner. I slaughtered countless lives. My hands are drenched in blood. I... I even killed my own parents and siblings. I... AAAAAHHH—!!!"
After a brief daze, Zhang Mingzhi’s buried memories resurfaced. The weight of his atrocities during his loss of control drove him to madness.
Thunk!
Chen Yi gently knocked him unconscious with the blunt end of his halberd.
"He’s a Golden Immortal—useless now, but still salvageable. Let’s preserve him while he’s fresh and send him back to atone for his sins."
Hu Fangyuan: "......"
So?
You’re going to kidnap a being from my former proving grounds right in front of me?
Even if he must atone, shouldn’t it be in the Divine Realm?
Damn it!
If you’re going to act like a bandit, at least do it behind my back—I could pretend not to see it!
Why?!
Why must you flaunt it in my face?
And even shamelessly declare how much you "need talent, love using it, and will keep using it"?
Isn’t this just a blatant threat?!
Damn it!
Damn it all!
"Chen Yi!" Hu Fangyuan’s dharma body growled.
"What?!" Chen Yi shot him a sidelong glance.
Hu Fangyuan’s fists clenched. "You want a duel, is that it?!"
Chen Yi smirked. "Isn’t it obvious?"
"Fine. You’ll get your wish!"
"Just a dharma body? Who do you think you’re fooling? Bring your true self!"
"Just you wait!"
Hu Fangyuan could no longer restrain himself. His true form surged from the Abyssal Void, charging toward the Myriad Mysteries Ring.
Logically, he shouldn’t be so impulsive. After countless years of existence, he ought to be above such hotheadedness.
But Chen Yi had a peculiar knack for dragging others into his chaotic orbit, making even the most composed lose their cool.
In simpler terms, he excelled at pulling people into his domain and infecting them with his brand of madness.
Hu Fangyuan’s mind flooded with memories of his time as "Black Earth" within the treasure’s secret realm.
This bastard... was truly insufferable!
"I’m here, Chen Yi! Let me in!"
Hu Fangyuan’s true form arrived in the Void Expanse, roaring at the last known location of his dharma body.
Primordial Chaos Treasures were masters of concealment—even Immortal Emperors struggled to detect them. Without his dharma body’s trail, Hu Fangyuan would never have pinpointed its location.
"Hey hey hey, welcome!"
Chen Yi enthusiastically greeted Hu Fangyuan’s true form, yanking him into the Infinite Realm with a giant void hand.
The space here was vast—enough to collapse and sleep in after exhaustion.
"Black Earth, let’s keep this friendly. Hold nothing back—I can take it," Chen Yi said cheerfully.
"Don’t call me Black Earth! I am the Benevolent Godking!" Hu Fangyuan glowered, barely containing his fury. "Whatever you want, I’ll match you blow for blow!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
