As the first Golden Immortal from the immortal realm passed the employment physical examination, the remaining top-tier talents in the Chaos Thunder Pool quickly hatched and surged forth like dumplings boiling in a pot!
Unlike the carefree and grinning factions, the members of the six ancient immortal clans of the immortal realm wore expressions ashen with despair.
They knew all too well that they were prisoners. Once shackled by that suspected Dao Ancestor, they were no longer the lofty immortals they once were. The carefree immortality and eternal life of the immortal realm were now beyond their reach, and they were about to endure a life no better than that of slaves in the immortal realm’s black mines...
With such a bleak future ahead, who could possibly laugh?
"Hahaha, I’ve completely erased all traces of the immortal realm now. Can I see Lingxiu?!"
Of course, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan, Feng Jinhuang, was the exception.
Not only could she still laugh, but she was even eager to start her forced labor!
"Aunt, have you lost your mind? Chen Lingxiu is already dead—snap out of it!" Hun Lan cried out in horror.
They were already prisoners, and now his aunt had been driven to insanity. With her beauty and cultivation, wouldn’t she be bullied to death?!
That kind of thing... No, please!!!
"You brat, what the hell are you thinking?!" Feng Jinhuang scolded with a dark expression.
If he weren’t her brother’s only son, she’d have slapped him dead on the spot!
Even back in the immortal realm, he’d never behaved properly, always disguising himself as a wandering cultivator to seduce other people’s Dao companions—claiming it was for the sake of "spreading the family legacy." Such a morally bankrupt disgrace had truly shamed the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan!
"Aunt, you’re okay? You scared me half to death..." Hun Lan let out a long sigh of relief. He could endure any torment, but his ethereally beautiful aunt absolutely could not!
"Fellow Daoist Jinhuang, from what you’ve said, is that so-called Zi Wei Immortal Court truly the place where Chen Lingxiu originated?"
At that moment, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Primordial Source Clan, Zi Yuan, caught wind of something unusual and approached with a friendly smile.
"What’s it to you?" Feng Jinhuang shot him a sidelong glance, her tone hostile.
The grudge of the five clans ganging up to ostracize the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan was still fresh in her memory—she wouldn’t forget so easily!
Just wait until we reach the Zi Wei Immortal Court. Once I find Lingxiu and secure her backing, you’ll all get what’s coming to you!
"So you’ve truly defected. Aren’t you afraid of Emperor Wuji’s retribution?!" The Great Luo Ancestor of the Void Star God Clan, Cang Jue, barked, still clinging to his delusional hopes for the immortal realm.
Before Feng Jinhuang could respond, Hun Lan, sensing something, immediately snapped, "Why the hell are you yelling so loud? Don’t you dare speak to my aunt like that!"
"Brat, when your elders are talking, don’t interrupt!" Cang Jue’s gaze sharpened.
"Fellow Daoist Jinhuang, no matter how much we fight among ourselves, now that we’re outside, it’s best not to ruin the harmony," the Great Luo Ancestor of the Abyssal Nether Clan, Mo Yan, joined in, adding pressure.
Feng Jinhuang sneered. "Hahaha, threatening me? Do you really think we’re still in the immortal realm? Even if you gang up on me, so what? Can you break these shackles?"
"Prisoners should know their place. If you can’t let go of your pride, someone will help you let go!"
Her words left the three ancient clan ancestors speechless.
Just then—
Chen Yi finished his thorough inspection of the little golden dragon and turned around, calmly observing the three ancient clan ancestors still clinging to their delusions. "Making a ruckus—planning a rebellion?"
"You all must have too much energy with nowhere to spend. Come on, move out! Get to work!"
The moment he spoke—
All 1,138 Golden Immortals, 81 Taiyi Immortals, and four Great Luo Ancestors from the six ancient clans were bundled up and shipped off to the Zi Wei Immortal Court’s Fate Reincarnation Department!
To be fair, this department had originally been the most leisurely unit in the early days of the Zi Wei Immortal Court’s establishment. In fact, the entire department was carried by a single chief deity, Liu Xiaofeng, who spent his days idly watching the drama unfold.
But as the Zi Wei Immortal Court began importing large numbers of talents from outside, this department skyrocketed to become one of the busiest units!
Expand, expand, and expand again!
Unfortunately, the official quotas on the Heavenly Dao Divine Registry were limited. Not only did the Fate Reincarnation Department need them, but other units were also scrambling for more.
Thus, the Fate Reincarnation Department remained chronically understaffed!
Though there were many temporary interns hired as Fate Recorders, those who weren’t officially registered as Divine Registry Immortals lacked the authority to log fate and fortune data.
Chen Huaigeng was one such newly hired intern Fate Recorder.
This job was hard-won, and he treasured it. Even though he was only assigned the tedious task of auditing the fate and fortune data of newborns in Zi Wei, he carried it out meticulously, never daring to slack off.
But today—
He felt like the turning point of his destiny had arrived!
A spatial rift silently appeared before him, and then, like dumplings dropping into a pot, one after another, ethereal "mortals" tumbled out!
Though this situation was unprecedented in the Fate Reincarnation Department, he knew without a doubt—this had to be the work of the Calamity Sovereign!
Why? Because these transcendent "mortals" clearly weren’t natives of Zi Wei—they were outsiders!
And the only one capable of tearing open a spatial rift in the heart of the Heavenly Dao-saturated Immortal Court without triggering any alarms was none other than the Calamity Sovereign!
But why was the Calamity Sovereign sneaking around like this?
And these transcendent "mortals"... They were clearly more top-tier talents recruited by the Sovereign from outside!
But logically, someone of his lowly rank shouldn’t be handling these talents.
Shouldn’t they be processed through official channels, with registered Divine Registry Immortals handling their fate data?
So why had they silently appeared before him, unnoticed by any other intern recorders?
"Something’s off—this is twelve parts weird out of ten!"
"The Sovereign must have a reason for doing this!"
"Think, you blockhead! What’s the right move here?"
"First, my job is to audit the fate and fortune data of newborns in Zi Wei for errors. But with the Heavenly Dao’s current strength, mistakes are rare. So my main task is less about auditing and more about identifying newborns with exceptional destinies for special observation..."
"Wait—!"
"Is the Sovereign telling me to quietly assign these top-tier talents special fate templates?"
"No—maybe replace them with flawed destinies meant for early deaths? These would be the prototypes of virtual fates. Yes! The higher-ups often use virtual fates to disguise recruited talents. And the key is—I actually know how to do this!"
"But I’m just an intern. Wouldn’t this be overstepping? What if I’m wrong? Could I even shoulder the responsibility?"
"Should I report to my superiors?"
"But what if this really is what the Sovereign intended?"
"..."
"Whatever! The path to advancement is right in front of me. Even if I’m wrong, at worst, I start over!"
After just three seconds of hesitation, Chen Huaigeng made the most crucial decision of his life.
Damn it, I’m going all in!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?!
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)
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.
