Under normal circumstances, the minimum requirement for a Tribulation Transcendent to nurture an immortal body would be one hundred Immortal Yuan Stones.
But Chen Yi was no ordinary Tribulation-stage cultivator, and his clones were no ordinary clones either. Thus, his minimum requirement was even higher—at least one hundred and twenty Immortal Yuan Stones to start with.
After all, his clones had a unique origin. They weren’t nourished by the native spiritual energy of the Purple Star Continent but were instead generously sponsored by the Immortal Ascension Tribulation!
One must understand that after enduring the long passage of time, the Purple Star Continent was no longer what it once was. Given its current world tier, it could barely sustain three Tribulation-stage cultivators—how could it possibly support Chen Yi’s forty-nine One-Star Clones?
Fortunately, the Immortal Ascension Tribulation—this old friend of his—could endlessly supply terrifying thunderous power, and Chen Yi was exceptionally skilled at refining this heavenly lightning into the purest primordial energy!
The only downside was that while the thunderbolts descended by the Immortal Ascension Tribulation were of an extremely high grade, they were entirely composed of destructive force. At best, Chen Yi could reverse them into vibrant creative energy, which still didn’t meet the conditions for nurturing an immortal body.
This was precisely why he needed to seek ordinary immortal spiritual resources to nurture his immortal body—and in far greater quantities than an average Tribulation-stage cultivator.
Had it not been for the emergence of the chat group, he truly wouldn’t have known where to find so many Immortal Yuan Stones for cultivation, given the barrenness of the lower realm.
Now that his ammunition was fully stocked, Chen Yi immediately immersed himself in refining his clones!
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Time flew by, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
With an ample supply of Immortal Yuan Stones, forty-six One-Star Clones achieved the Great Completion of their immortal bodies!
The initial advantage of the first three clones that had undergone immortal transformation was completely erased. Once all clones reached the same level, they naturally merged into a seamless whole, allowing Chen Yi’s true self to control them with a single thought—no longer would there be instances of clones developing their own ideas.
Simultaneously, the inner worlds of the forty-nine clones began circulating and generating their own spiritual essence, feeding it back to the true self!
In an instant, Chen Yi felt the traces of erosion left by the power of time on his body completely vanish. Moreover, the vast spiritual essence formed a thick barrier, isolating the power of time from affecting him!
In essence, as long as his clones’ immortal bodies didn’t degrade, he would no longer age, achieving a unique state of immortality!
[Ding! Detected that your strength has increased. Combat power data updated to: 1,800,000,000 (1.8 billion).]
The chat group’s notification sounded promptly, accurately measuring the combat power of the clones he was currently inhabiting.
At the same time, the Heavenly Dao of the Purple Star Continent, which had been observing the situation, immediately sent a greeting.
"Brother, you’re amazing! I suddenly feel like I’m back in the game too. How about we give it another try? I’m ninety percent confident I can reforge the Secondary Immortal Dao Laws!"
Chen Yi ignored it, continuing to focus on comprehending the changes in his clones.
A short while later...
"Hmm, the clones’ base attributes have improved significantly after nurturing their immortal bodies. If I fuse them into a Four-Star Immortal Clone... it should increase from possessing sixty percent of my true self’s strength to about eighty percent. Still not enough..."
"It seems I’ll have to find a way to break through the limit of forty-nine and attempt synthesizing a Five-Star Immortal Clone!"
Chen Yi’s true self gazed into the distance, his will instantly traversing endless space and arriving at the two One-Star Immortal Clones guarding the cosmic void.
Half a month had passed since the Mother of Calamity had retreated into the spatial rift. During this time, it had emerged once, but it was overly cautious—sacrificing two mature Abyssal Demons as a distraction before slipping back into hiding.
But now that its hiding place had been exposed, how much longer could it last?
It was nothing more than a trapped rat!
Had the spatial rift not been so complex, with even the two One-Star Immortal Clones taking turns to search inside and finding nothing, the Mother of Calamity would have already been brutally slaughtered!
But while it could hide for a while, it couldn’t hide forever!
Now, Chen Yi sought a way to break through the limit of forty-nine, and the Mother of Calamity—capable of splitting into countless Abyssal Demon clones—was an excellent reference!
Even if it stubbornly chose to wither away inside the spatial rift, Chen Yi would send all forty-nine of his immortal clones to dig it out, inch by inch!
Dead or alive, he would find it!
Still, a live specimen held far more value than a corpse. Unless absolutely necessary, Chen Yi didn’t want to push it to the brink, lest it self-destruct into nothingness and leave him with nothing to study.
With this in mind, Chen Yi pondered for a moment before stepping forward and transmitting his voice into the spatial rift:
"I know you can hear me. You’re barely holding on, aren’t you? Let’s make a deal. Tell me everything I want to know, and I’ll ensure your spirit remains intact, allowing you to reincarnate on the Purple Star Continent."
Hearing this, the Mother of Calamity fell silent.
It truly was on its last legs. It had just devoured its last mature Abyssal Demon as sustenance, buying itself a mere two and a half hours of additional spiritual energy.
If it continued hiding, it wouldn’t need Chen Yi to act—it would perish on its own.
Should it take the deal?
At the very least, this monster had some credibility.
Could it trust him?
Could it?
After a long hesitation, its severely weakened body ultimately made the decision for it.
"Swear on your Dao Heart!"
A hoarse voice echoed from the spatial rift, its origin unclear and impossible to trace.
Chen Yi remained unfazed, smiling faintly. "Fine, I swear. If you answer my questions, I will ensure your spirit remains intact and allow you to reincarnate on the Purple Star Continent. I will also cease my pursuit of you henceforth. Should I break this oath, may my Dao Heart be tarnished!"
The Mother of Calamity paused before adding, "What about the Heavenly Dao of the Purple Star Continent? You might spare me, but that doesn’t mean it won’t hunt me down, does it? Your sincerity is lacking—I can’t trust you unless you add a condition restraining the Heavenly Dao!"
Chen Yi’s expression darkened. "Don’t push your luck!"
"The advantage is mine now!" The Mother of Calamity stood firm, believing that since this monster had even sworn an oath, his demands must be significant.
"Ah..." Chen Yi sighed softly. "What a pity. It seems I can’t keep you after all."
His greatest concession had been allowing its spirit to reincarnate while remaining neutral afterward—whether it could survive the Heavenly Dao’s wrath would depend on its own abilities. At least there was a sliver of hope.
But since it insisted on courting death, so be it!
Did it really think it was in a position to negotiate?
While a live specimen was preferable, a corpse could still be studied—it would just take more time to decipher.
Having made up his mind, Chen Yi’s true self in the Illusory Star Pocket Realm waved his hand, and all forty-six One-Star Immortal Clones (excluding the one hosting the chat group) immediately mobilized!
Whoosh—
Forty-six streaks of light tore through the sky, shooting toward the depths of the outer cosmos!
This spectacular sight immediately excited the Heavenly Dao of the Purple Star Continent.
The direction Brother Yi’s clones were heading... was the nest of the Abyssal Demons!
For eighty million years, the Abyssal Demons had harassed the Purple Star Continent!
Countless spiritual energies had been plundered, but what the Heavenly Dao remembered most vividly was that they had devoured 9,586,147,280,652 of its children!
Those were beings it had painstakingly nurtured!
It had raged and resisted, but in the end, it could only endure helplessly, powerless against those vile abominations.
But now, with the rise of an overwhelmingly powerful Yi Ge'er nurtured by his own hands, their doom had arrived!
At last! At long last!
Eighty million years of grievances, eighty million years of blood and tears—finally unleashed!
The next moment.
Rain fell from a clear sky spanning thousands of miles, and a rainbow arched through the clouds.
It was weeping, yet also laughter.
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?!
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
