Though Chen Yi and Wuji both agreed that Ling Xiao was a dumbass, in reality, he was anything but foolish—most of the time, he was sharp as a tack!
So, being as shrewd as he was, how could he not realize that Chen Yi had deliberately left the flaw in the Celestial Pivot Star Domain unaddressed?
The chat logs were all recorded. Even if Chen Yi later destroyed all the evidence after entering the central system, the traces of his reckless actions remained glaringly obvious!
Given his cautious and meticulous nature, would he really leave such a gaping loophole unfixed?
His feigned ignorance had to be part of a deeper scheme!
Ling Xiao knew this all too well—but he was powerless to stop it.
He couldn’t just stand by and watch Chen Yi grow unchecked. That bastard had already secured a massive fortune from the treasure realm, not to mention the resources Ling Xiao himself had "sponsored." With Chen Yi’s terrifying growth rate, if left unchecked, he wouldn’t just be a blade Ling Xiao could wield against Wuji—he’d turn around and stab Ling Xiao himself!
So, even though this was clearly a trap set by Chen Yi, Ling Xiao had no choice but to step right into it.
As long as he moved swiftly and cleanly, leaving no traces for Chen Yi to exploit, there’d be nothing Chen Yi could do to him!
Ling Xiao had full confidence in his own skills.
Outsmarting Chen Yi wasn’t hard, but deceiving that Primordial Chaos Treasure? That was another story.
After all, his true form was trapped deep within the River of Time, leaving only scattered imprints in the present world. Many things couldn’t be executed flawlessly.
But so what?
If he couldn’t hide it, then fine—by the time the Primordial Chaos Treasure noticed, Wuji would have already caught on, and Ling Xiao would be long gone, unscathed!
What could they possibly do to him?
"Hahaha, exhilarating!"
In an unknown realm, Ling Xiao’s avatar stood with his hands behind his back, calmly perched atop a fragment of the Primordial Creation Disk. His profound gaze pierced through endless time and space, settling on the Celestial Pivot Star Domain, where the fabric of reality was beginning to distort.
"Admittedly, if you were to go all out, sparing no cost to descend and hunt me down, you might actually succeed."
"But Wuji… do you dare?"
"You’re just a newcomer who barely secured your throne. If you dare descend, I’ll burn every last trace of the accumulated Dao Rhyme across the myriad realms just to drag you down with me!"
"When the newly stabilized Immortal Realm plunges back into chaos, when ancient powers rise again and history rewinds itself—will you still be able to hold everything together?!"
"If I can’t be the Immortal Emperor, neither can you! I’d rather let that little freak Chen Yi take the throne than let you have it!"
"And you, Chen Yi, you little monster! Why won’t you just focus on Wuji? Why must you fixate on me?!"
"Do you have any idea how many times I’ve spared you? Do you know how much pressure I’ve endured from Wuji for your sake? Is this how you repay your benefactor?!"
"Try to mess with me? Don’t even think about it! Just thinking about it is a crime!"
"Go after Wuji instead. If you don’t, I’ll make sure Wuji comes after you!"
Ling Xiao’s avatar grumbled bitterly, his eyes locked on the Celestial Pivot Star Domain, ready to fan the flames at any moment.
"BOOOOM!!!"
Torrential rains and earth-shaking thunder ravaged most of the Celestial Pivot Star Domain, driving fish into the deepest waters and forcing every land-dwelling creature into hiding.
Dark clouds blotted out the sky, smothering the sunlight as if heralding an impending storm.
The Celestial Pivot’s Heavenly Dao trembled in fear. Though it didn’t understand what was happening, the violently distorting spatial barriers beyond the domain were terrifying. The leaking aura coiled around the world like a python, threatening to drag everything into an abyss of oblivion at any moment.
With both of the Fang Clan’s Supreme Beings unreachable and no shelter to seek, the Heavenly Dao could only muster all the world’s power to withstand the coming calamity…
But could it even hold?
A mere wisp of the leaking aura was already on the verge of shattering the entire Celestial Pivot Star Domain—who could fathom the devastation when the true storm arrived?
"Fang Zheng, can you hear me? Fang Zheng?"
"No… Fang Zheng’s soul was reincarnated from another world. The call of his homeland means little to him…"
"Fang Fan… Fang Fan… Why can’t I sense you anymore?"
"Zeng Niu, Zeng Niu! You only ascended recently—can you send word of this catastrophe to the Purple Star Immortal Court?"
"Jin Shu, Jin Shu! It’s been two and a half years since your ascension. Have you gained a foothold yet? Your homeland needs your help—go and summon Supreme Fang Zheng at once!"
"Why? Why can’t I send out any messages? The distorted barriers have cut off everything… Is the Celestial Pivot Star Domain truly doomed?"
"Someone… please save the Celestial Pivot Star Domain… save its countless living souls…"
The Heavenly Dao despaired, its Celestial Heart Seal unable to even maintain form, dissipating into mist.
The storm raged across the world. Before the apocalyptic disaster could fully descend, the people of the Celestial Pivot Star Domain were already drowning in catastrophic floods.
And then—
A voice laced with disdain drifted through the chaos.
"Pathetic as ever, aren’t you?"
In an instant—
The skies cleared. The rains ceased.
The Heavenly Dao’s sense of security skyrocketed!
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.
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
