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.
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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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...
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
