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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
