In an unknown dimension.
The Ling Xiao Dharma Form wore a grave expression as he continuously activated the half-damaged Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, attempting to locate the missing Chen Yi and Wuji.
The situation had spiraled beyond his expectations. Originally, he had assumed that the moment Wuji and Chen Yi crossed paths, it would be like fire meeting kindling—an instant, explosive clash, locking them in fierce combat!
Yet reality proved otherwise. Ling Xiao never imagined Wuji would be such a coward—not only avoiding a direct confrontation but even refusing to turn back when Chen Yi gave chase!
In the end, the two raced ahead, leaving both time and space behind, vanishing from Ling Xiao’s sight and cutting off his ability to spy on them.
How could this be?
He had intended to fan the flames, but now he risked getting burned himself!
"Why do I have this overwhelming sense of foreboding?"
"This shouldn’t be happening!"
"Wuji is merely a manifested avatar descending to the mortal realm. If I invoke the Dao Rhyme of the Ancient Epochs, he wouldn’t be able to shake me—at most, he’d expose the coordinates of the Creation Disk. Worst case, I could just toss the Epoch Treasury to Chen Yi. With Chen Yi’s methods, Wuji wouldn’t even get a single scrap..."
"But then... why do I feel so uneasy?"
"Could Wuji be targeting my foundation this time?"
"That’s impossible!"
"If he had the power to erase the Dao Rhyme I’ve accumulated over nine great epochs, he would’ve done it long ago. Why wait until now?"
"So, what he truly desires has always been the Epoch Treasury. As for the Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme, he has all the time in the world to wear it down."
"But if the source of this foreboding isn’t Wuji... but Chen Yi..."
"Tch! Damn that Chen Yi! I know nothing about his depths—how am I supposed to defend against him?"
"I’m finished. I’ve overplayed my hand again. The Epoch Treasury is as good as lost!"
"Time to run!"
The Ling Xiao Dharma Form trembled slightly. After much hesitation, he decided to cut his losses.
Against Wuji, he could still maneuver. But against that freak Chen Yi... he truly had no counterplay!
The Epoch Treasury was important, but compared to the Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme—his most vital foundation—it was merely a stockpile of resources yet to be converted into power.
He could be the temporary owner of these resources, but never their eternal master. Since he couldn’t fully absorb them alone, they were destined to change hands eventually.
The only thing he could do was choose a worthy successor for the Epoch Treasury.
First, Wuji was out of the question!
He’d sooner feed the treasury to dogs than let Wuji have it. If Wuji obtained the Epoch Treasury and used it to stabilize the Immortal Realm, growing stronger and reclaiming glory, it would become a blade plunged straight into Ling Xiao’s heart!
How could he allow that?
So, Chen Yi it was!
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Though he and Chen Yi were also adversaries, Chen Yi’s halberd wasn’t as swift as Wuji’s blade. Moreover, Chen Yi’s halberd would still be aimed at Wuji, while Wuji’s blade would slash back at Chen Yi. Let them tear each other apart like dogs! When the time came, he would step in at the perfect moment to reap the rewards.
He had the Dao Rhyme of nine great epochs, over two hundred traces of Primordial Dao, and the qualifications to reclaim the title of Immortal Emperor!
With his mind made up, Ling Xiao cast aside his hesitation. Taking one last glance at the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, he felt a twinge of reluctance—but in the end, he made the righteous cut.
"You little freak, remember—this karma is on you!"
At the same moment.
Chen Yi, who had been tailing Wuji, suddenly froze.
[Ding! Your account restrictions have been lifted!]
[Top-ranked Ye Ancai, please proceed to the designated location to receive the chat group server!]
[Friendly Reminder: Chen Yi, you motherf—! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to?!]
[I’ve handed everything over. This is what you wanted all along. Deal with Wuji yourself—I’m out!]
[Oh, and one more thing. Take good care of Creation. I owe him, and I’ll repay it eventually. But what about what you owe me?]
"Wait—you idiot Ling Xiao, you can’t just leave! What am I supposed to do now?!"
Chen Yi felt a pang of panic. Though he hated to admit it, he needed Ling Xiao to shoulder the pressure from Wuji!
The problem was, only Ling Xiao could activate the vast reserves of Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme scattered across the myriad realms. The little golden dragon could tap into a fraction, but that was nowhere near enough.
If Ling Xiao truly retreated, withdrawing that immense Dao Rhyme and no longer forcing Wuji to keep his hands in check, how could the Purple Tenuity Immortal Realm develop in peace?
After resolving its inflation issues, the Purple Tenuity Immortal Realm was on the verge of ascending to the Celestial Immortal tier, ready to extend its reach and recruit talent from worlds abandoned by other immortal realms!
This process required stability—no room for Wuji to stir up chaos from the sidelines!
Sure, he could use barrier arrays to achieve the same effect, but the number of worlds to be absorbed wasn’t just one or two—it was thousands upon thousands! Where would he get enough materials to set up so many arrays?
Thus, Ling Xiao’s Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme was the most cost-effective solution.
Chen Yi’s original plan was to let Wuji corner Ling Xiao’s lingering will imprints, then step in as a mediator—elbowing Wuji aside and binding Ling Xiao, securing this unstable element firmly under his control.
But who could’ve guessed Ling Xiao’s resilience was so weak? After just a brief disappearance with Wuji, he cracked under pressure and bolted!
Ling Xiao had only been vulnerable because he clung to the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk. The moment he abandoned it and merged back into the boundless Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme...
Well, shit! His will imprints in the mortal realm would vanish without a trace, free as a bird in the sky or a fish in the sea!
Of course, this freedom was relative. By choosing this path, he was surrendering—allowing Wuji to carve away at him bit by bit, simmering him over a slow flame until his lingering influence was erased, the Ancient Epoch Dao Rhyme exhausted, and he faded from existence forever...
But would Ling Xiao just sit back and accept this?
Obviously not!
That scheming bastard had been playing both sides—luring Wuji while secretly colluding with Chen Yi. The moment Wuji caught wind of the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk and the Epoch Treasury, he’d catch Chen Yi and Ling Xiao red-handed!
What happened next was obvious.
Realizing he’d been made a fool, Wuji would fly into a rage and beat Chen Yi to a pulp!
The worst part? There was no way to shake Wuji off.
Chen Yi had been the one to lure Wuji here in the first place—using him to pressure Ling Xiao. But now that Ling Xiao had surrendered, the tables had turned, leaving Chen Yi in a bind...
"Ling Xiao... you damn Ling Xiao!"
"Guess you really have nothing to lose, huh?"
"You’ve got me cornered!"
"Fine, fine. This round’s yours. I underestimated how quickly you’d fold under pressure—barely started and you’re already done..."
"You won dirty, but I’ll give it to you—you’re ruthless."
"You’ve really screwed me over this time..."
Chen Yi let out a long, weary sigh.
There was no other choice. The worst outcome had become unavoidable, and now he had to face two opponents alone!
The next instant.
The dark halberd trembled slightly!
Then—
He abruptly accelerated, swinging the halberd straight toward the head of the Wuji Avatar!
DUANG!!!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
