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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
