Compared to the Purple Star Heaven's Dao's jubilant mood, the Calamity Progenitor was utterly panicked.
"Chen Yi! Just say something—agree or not!"
"Fine, I'll back down. I won't ask you to restrain the Purple Star Heaven's Dao anymore, and I won't reincarnate into the Purple Star Continent either. Just let me go, and I'll leave this world willingly!"
"Well?! Are you going to answer or not?!"
"Do you really have to kill me? What did I even do to you?"
"Chen Yi!!!"
The Calamity Progenitor was hysterically transmitting its voice when it suddenly noticed several figures darting through the void, charging straight toward its location at breakneck speed!
Oh shit!
That freak’s silence was definitely a death sentence!
Was my request really so unreasonable? It’s not like I wasn’t open to negotiation—was killing me really the only option?!
The Calamity Progenitor turned and fled, as if it had made some resolute decision, never looking back, determined to leave... except it couldn’t.
The outside world was filled with Chen Yi—Chen Yi everywhere!
It was surrounded!!!
Chen Yi finally got a clear look at the Calamity Progenitor’s form.
It stood roughly two hundred meters tall, its upper body resembling a twisted, spiraled shell (not unlike a turd), while its lower half bore eight elongated tentacles.
Its head extended from beneath the shell, turtle-like, yet with eerily humanoid eyes—large pupils enclosing smaller ones. These were the same dual-pupiled eyes that had nearly annihilated eighteen of Chen Yi’s ordinary one-star avatars in the past.
The Calamity Progenitor, in turn, scrutinized the figures encircling it.
Forty-eight in total, each with an aura so restrained that their depths were unfathomable—a world apart from the avatars it had faced before!
He’s grown even more monstrous. Now, he doesn’t even need to fuse higher-tier avatars to suppress me!
"I’ll tell you anything you want to know—just give me a chance! Back then, I had no choice, but now... I want to be reborn!"
Realizing the hopelessness of its situation, the Calamity Progenitor caved. This freak’s power was truly bottomless!
Chen Yi shook his head slightly. "Too late. My Heaven’s Dao asked me to relay a message: the blood debt owed to nine quintillion, five hundred eighty-six trillion, one hundred forty-seven billion, two hundred eighty million, six hundred fifty-two lives... must be repaid."
"So you’re saying I have to die?" The Calamity Progenitor slowly retracted its head, its tentacles writhing as crimson sigils began to glow across its body.
"Going all out for a last stand? Good—let’s see what you’ve got!" Chen Yi had never expected it to surrender meekly. With a thought, he commanded his avatars to advance in unison.
"You’re too damn arrogant!!!" The Calamity Progenitor shrieked, its shell erupting in blinding scarlet radiance.
Victory against this monster was impossible, but if it burned everything... maybe there was a sliver of hope!
It would gamble—bet that Chen Yi, without fusing avatars, couldn’t stop it!
Two and a half seconds later.
Seven of its eight tentacles were severed. Its once-impenetrable shell shattered, the Calamity Progenitor curled into a quivering mass, skewered on the spear of an immortal-body avatar and hauled away.
Hmm, still alive. Chen Yi had held back at the last moment—his Heaven’s Dao would surely appreciate this "gift."
......
BOOM!!!
As expected, the Purple Star Heaven’s Dao was overjoyed, acting like a child billions of years young.
"Brother Yi, just three days—give me three days, and I’ll decode every last secret of this Calamity Progenitor!"
Chen Yi chuckled. "No rush. Take your time—play with it first. Dissect it whenever you’re bored."
"Got it! Thanks, Brother Yi!"
Ecstatic, the Purple Star Heaven’s Dao immediately imprisoned the Calamity Progenitor within its celestial domain. First, it "kindly" replenished the creature’s vitality with a trickle of spiritual energy—just enough to keep it alive—before bombarding it with endless heavenly thunderbolts.
The blood-soaked Calamity Progenitor was in for a world of suffering!
Meanwhile...
After dealing with the Heaven’s Dao, Chen Yi reluctantly spent 100 million points to exchange for five hundred immortal spirit stones to replenish his avatars’ depleted energy.
There was no way around it. Maintaining immortal bodies was a whole different beast from nurturing them.
Immortal bodies consumed celestial energy, not ordinary spiritual power. Feeding them anything less would cause degradation, requiring even greater resources to restore them later.
It was like owning a luxury car—driving it regularly was too expensive, but not driving it at all defeated the purpose of buying it!
Staring at his chat group account balance—250.315 million points—Chen Yi suddenly felt profoundly insecure.
Forty-nine immortal-body avatars required at least two immortal spirit stones per month for upkeep. At 200,000 points per stone, that was nearly 20 million points in monthly expenses!
His current savings? Barely enough for a year—and that was assuming no cultivation, no battles, no emergencies.
With such meager reserves, even a minor crisis could bankrupt him instantly!
Want to break the forty-nine limit and forge more avatars for a five-star fusion?
Or try his luck with the Heavenly Tribulation again?
Dream on!
Without a stash of hundreds of billions, he had zero risk tolerance!
Driven by this existential dread, Chen Yi disabled his "Do Not Disturb" mode and reopened the chat interface after half a month of silence.
[Transmigrators’ Mutual Aid Group #108]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice (Fang Zheng): Eighteen billion combat power—doubled in half a month! Who else but our almighty Group Leader could pull this off?!]
[Runner-Up of the Cultivation World (Chen Bo): It’s been half a month since Group Leader last spoke... I miss him.]
[The Sword Immortal Who Travels Light (Zhou Zheng): Group Leader gained nine billion combat power in two weeks. I gained nine thousand. I’m trash...]
[Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Don’t compare yourself to a cheater. You’ll only depress yourself.]
[The Eternal Concubine (Liu Ruyan): Signed eighteen national policies today. So exhausted I barely had time to cultivate—only gained thirty thousand combat power. I’m so useless (crying.jpg)]
[The Fallen Genius (Xiao Chunan): Flexing much? Just because you’re Empress Ruyan doesn’t mean you can brag like this!]
[I Hate Cilantro (Li Yuanyuan): Sis, really? I dual-cultivated seven times today—legs cramping—and only got eight thousand combat power...]
[The Redeeming Villain (Zhao Gao): You’re all monsters! I only gained three thousand in half a month! I’m crippled! A waste of space! You’re all amazing, okay?!]
[The Heavenly Tribulation Won’t Stop Chasing Me (Group Leader): Shut the hell up, all of you! Pop quiz—whoever made the least progress in the past two weeks gets punished!]
The group fell dead silent at the Group Leader’s sudden announcement.
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?!
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!
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.”
