Wuji let his guard down again—failed to dodge!
A halberd strike sent stars flashing before his eyes, nearly splitting his skull open!
He never expected that even after traversing the River of Time to put distance between them, this freak 'Chen Yi' could still catch up.
How did he do it?
Had he been tailing him the whole time?
Impossible!
Any orthodox cultivator would struggle just to enter the River of Time, let alone move freely under the immense pressure of the Spacetime Barrier or silently shadow a Celestial Emperor!
Yet this unorthodox, demonic cultivator not only pulled it off but also concealed himself effortlessly within the River of Time—the supreme crystallization of the Myriad Realms—piercing the Spacetime Barrier without a trace and even evading a Celestial Emperor’s perception?!
This was beyond absurd!
Not even Ling Xiao could manage such a feat!
Ling Xiao wouldn’t dare get within ten thousand years of him—if he did, he’d never escape!
But Chen Yi?
Not only did he close the distance, he followed Wuji all the way out of the River of Time, appearing right in his face in some unknown stretch of the Void Expanse without Wuji noticing until the halberd was already swinging—far too late to react!
"Chen Yi! Damn you, Chen Yi!"
"I underestimated you!"
Wuji’s manifested body swiftly retreated, his head caved in, his gaze icy.
"Your head’s pretty hard!" Chen Yi flicked his halberd, staring calmly at him. "Think you can move against His Majesty Ling Xiao without answering to me first?"
Wuji: "..."
Seriously? You’re still pretending even after showing your hand?
Have you no shame?
What, did Ling Xiao give himself to you?
Wait—did he actually give himself to you?!
As if struck by a sudden realization, Wuji’s eyes sharpened. "He handed you the Epoch Treasury?"
"???"
What sharp reflexes, what quick thinking—truly worthy of a Celestial Emperor!
Chen Yi sighed inwardly. He was out of tricks.
Now that Ling Xiao had flipped the board, Wuji would learn the truth sooner or later. Even if he could stall for now, Ling Xiao wouldn’t sit idle—and Wuji hadn’t even bought the act to begin with...
There was no choice but to fight. For the stability of the Myriad Realms, Wuji’s manifested body could not be allowed to escape!
"What Epoch Treasury? I don’t follow. Right now, I just want to kill you—or be killed by you!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Yi swung his halberd in a wide arc. A terrifying force field descended, locking Wuji’s manifested body in place, forcing him to take the blow head-on!
In an instant, the chaotic Void energy in the expanse quieted once more, collapsing infinitely outward from the halberd’s point of impact!
Unfortunately, while the move looked devastating, it was useless against Wuji.
This time, Wuji had tapped into a strand of his Primordial Dao Mark. The delay between his supreme manifested body and his true self was nearly zero—far beyond the pitiful puppets he’d used before!
Hum!
"Boundless Heaven and Earth · All Laws Return to One Finger!"
With a resonant chant, Wuji’s manifested body raised a finger. A vast ripple spread, instantly smoothing the distorted force field around them!
Then, his figure vanished—only to reappear as eight illusory avatars encircling Chen Yi, who was still pressing forward with his halberd. Their hands formed seals as profound Dao patterns shimmered, weaving a golden cage in the blink of an eye to trap Chen Yi!
Everything happened in an instant. By the time Chen Yi reacted, the golden prison had already sealed off every escape route!
"Boundless Myriad Laws · Suppress the Heretic Domain!"
With Wuji’s declaration, blinding radiance swallowed Chen Yi whole!
Truly, a Celestial Emperor was a Celestial Emperor. Even a manifested body could unleash power beyond imagination. The moment Wuji got serious, he effortlessly suppressed Chen Yi’s Six-Star avatar—a body with the strength of a Dao Ancestor!
"No wonder Elder Cui Changsheng always said, ‘A Celestial Emperor is a Dao Ancestor, but a Dao Ancestor is not a Celestial Emperor.’ With techniques like this, could any ordinary Dao Ancestor resist?"
Trapped in the golden cage, Chen Yi couldn’t help but marvel.
Frankly, Wuji’s mastery of Primordial Dao Marks far surpassed Black Earth’s.
A Prime Sovereign was equivalent to a Dao Ancestor. Even if Black Earth had fallen from that realm, his experience and insight remained. If he reforged even a single Primordial Dao Mark, no ordinary Half-Step Dao Ancestor—even those with a dozen or twenty such marks—could compare!
In fact, Black Earth could overpower a Half-Step Dao Ancestor with one Primordial Dao Mark, while the latter would need three or four to resist. This was a qualitative gap. Until one condensed the forty-nine marks needed to reach the Dao’s Ultimate Number and ascend as a Dao Ancestor, a Half-Step Dao Ancestor would never grasp the profundity of the realm!
Similarly, Wuji—a supreme Dao Ancestor and Celestial Emperor—could crush Black Earth as easily as Black Earth crushed Half-Step Dao Ancestors!
Condensing forty-nine Primordial Dao Marks broke the Dao’s Ultimate Number, allowing one to ascend as a Dao Ancestor. But Wuji had condensed at least two hundred and fifty!
What limit had he shattered?
Only a Celestial Emperor would know.
The clearest example? Chen Yi had once forced Black Earth to burn his Primordial Dao Marks just to contend with a Five-Star avatar. Yet now, even with his latest Six-Star avatar, Chen Yi couldn’t probe Wuji’s depths before being overpowered!
"Impressive. Guess I’ll have to get serious too."
Chen Yi’s gaze remained calm as he tightened his grip on the halberd. Then, he began burning the Six-Star avatar’s foundational power to summon his true self’s manifested will!
Ironically, this move was inspired by his earlier clashes with Wuji.
Sometimes, the true self couldn’t act directly—lest it attract unwanted filth. In such cases, materializing a will manifestation was the best alternative.
A will manifestation held advantages a mere avatar lacked.
An avatar was just an extension of the true self, like an independent hand. Though freely controllable, it was limited by materials and foundational power.
But a will manifestation?
From Wuji’s earlier tactic—burning puppet foundations to manifest his true will—it was clear: a will manifestation could surpass limits, unleashing power far beyond an avatar’s constraints!
Using the avatar as a vessel, reflecting the true self’s might!
Hummmmm—!
The void trembled!
As the Six-Star avatar’s foundational power burned, a hazy purple figure slowly materialized above it.
In an instant, Wuji’s golden cage shattered. His manifested body was sent flying by an overwhelming force, crashing into a maelstrom of chaotic Void energy!
Fast—too fast!
Even the most violent Void energy maelstrom sputtered out. Unable to reduce a Celestial Emperor’s manifested body to nothingness, it was instead flooded by the terrifying energy radiating from Wuji’s form, forcing it to dissipate back into the void...
"How is this possible?!"
Wuji’s manifested body stared wide-eyed at the purple manifestation.
This thing... wasn’t a normal will manifestation. It resembled one in form, but its essence was different—lacking the abilities a true will manifestation should possess, yet wielding powers no ordinary will manifestation had.
It was a crude imitation!
But how?!
What did an unorthodox demonic cultivator need a will manifestation for?!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
