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!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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)
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
