"Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi-Yi bro, wh-what is th-this?!"
The sudden surprise left the Little Golden Dragon utterly flabbergasted.
Staring at the shimmering fragment of the Creation Disk, he felt as if he were dreaming.
He had once believed reassembling his treasure’s true form would be impossible—after all, half the fragments were in Ling Xiao’s hands, and that bastard would never let them go!
Yet, against all odds, Chen Yi had actually snatched his treasure’s body back from Ling Xiao?!
Just how ridiculously overpowered was this guy?!
The Little Golden Dragon had always known Chen Yi was monstrous, but even his wildest expectations had been shattered!
"I got it back, but there’s some wear and tear. Can you still reattach it?" Chen Yi asked with slight concern.
This was inevitable—broken mirrors are hard to mend. Back then, the Little Golden Dragon had split himself apart without a care, but now, piecing everything back together was a nightmare!
Unlike ordinary spiritual treasures, a Chaos Supreme Treasure was far too advanced and intricate. Even the slightest damage could impair its functions, requiring an eternity to repair.
And Ling Xiao—unlike Chen Yi—hadn’t bothered maintaining the fragments properly. That bastard had treated them like trash, stomping on them recklessly, using them with zero regard for wear and tear!
The Creation Disk was already crippled after being split by its own spirit. Though each fragment still functioned, the more it was used, the worse the damage became.
Chen Yi had sealed away his one-third share of the fragments for a decade, keeping them in near-pristine condition.
As the treasure’s spirit, the Little Golden Dragon naturally knew how to maintain its body. Minor wear was nothing—except that Wuji had tainted it, injecting impurities into the treasure’s form, causing some corruption. Still, the damage was manageable, and after Chen Yi’s purification, it was basically fine.
The real problem was Ling Xiao’s half of the fragments!
That son of a bitch kept preaching about making amends, yet he’d hurt the Little Golden Dragon the most!
The moment Chen Yi got his hands on them, he could tell—Ling Xiao’s fragments had suffered over 10% wear!
A full ten percent!
Just how merciless had he been?!
He’d stomped on them without a shred of remorse—hell, he’d probably stood up and stomped even harder!
That’s why, while cursing Ling Xiao, Chen Yi also worried whether the Little Golden Dragon would end up permanently crippled...
"Relax, bro! At worst, there’ll be a bit of lag and reduced stamina. As long as the core isn’t damaged, it’s no big deal!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Little Golden Dragon smirked and summoned the other half of his treasure’s body.
In the next instant, the two fragments fused together, reforming the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk!
But alas, the reassembled disk wasn’t flawless—three glaring cracks marred its surface, two thick and one thin.
These were the scars left when the treasure was split into three, wounds that could never fully heal.
The thinner crack marked where the Little Golden Dragon and Chen Yi’s fragments merged, while the two thicker ones came from Ling Xiao’s violently abused fragments refusing to harmonize.
Damn Ling Xiao—he really was the worst!
"It’s back… Everything’s back! I’m whole again!"
"HAHAHAHA—!!!"
The Little Golden Dragon burst into laughter, but tears betrayed him, rolling down his cheeks.
After 129,005,262 years, he had finally reclaimed his lost treasure’s body!
The profound sense of wholeness was something his golden dragon form could never provide.
After all, one was his true body, while the other was a hijacked vessel—and Zhao Huazhen, the unlucky transmigrator he’d taken over, wasn’t even a dragon! He’d never been comfortable in this golden dragon body, just making do.
Only his original form could achieve perfect spiritual and physical unity!
"Thank you… Thank you, bro. Without you, I wouldn’t be here today. As the saying goes, ‘Repay your lord’s golden platform favor, wield the jade dragon to die in his service!’"
"From now on, whatever you command, I’ll do it—no questions asked!"
Once the excitement faded, the Little Golden Dragon quickly composed himself, retracting his slightly wagging tail as he bowed solemnly.
Before, he’d obeyed Chen Yi out of necessity—submission under duress, forced acceptance.
But now?
He was genuinely convinced!
Following Ling Xiao meant three days of starvation for every meal—just as life was about to improve, he got backstabbed and nearly died!
But with Chen Yi?
Every meal was a feast, the group dynamic was solid, and everything was upfront. As long as Chen Yi was around, he felt utterly secure—no need to constantly watch his back for betrayal!
The difference was night and day!
"Bro, I’d walk through fire for you!"
"Good. Since you’re so fired up, I’m putting you in charge of taking down Ling Xiao."
Chen Yi didn’t hold back—he immediately laid out the plan.
He couldn’t kill Ling Xiao. If Ling Xiao wanted to hide, no one could touch him—not even Wuji, the reigning Immortal Emperor!
But the Little Golden Dragon was different.
If Ling Xiao’s accumulated Dao essence from ancient epochs was a skyscraper, then the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao was its central pillar.
As the Creation Disk’s spirit, the Little Golden Dragon could bypass Ling Xiao’s defenses and strike at his weakest point!
Even if they couldn’t reach Ling Xiao’s true body hiding in the depths of the River of Time, they could still target the epochal Dao essence he’d left behind!
Back then, Ling Xiao had erased the Creation Disk’s spirit, using the Primordial Chaos Creation Dao to balance his foundational Dao marks and ascend as Immortal Emperor.
Now, it was time for the spirit to settle the score!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
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."
