The local Heavenly Dao felt as if it was being harassed by a rogue.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The heavens roared with fury as the enraged Heavenly Dao descended its will, quickly locking onto Chen Yi's location and immediately unleashing a colossal bolt of heavenly lightning!
[Warning! Could you please stop being so arrogant? Finish your mission first before provoking this world's Heavenly Dao, alright?]
[Friendly Reminder: The chat group's shielding effect has dissipated. Please protect the group members' safety and tone down your attitude.]
The system notifications from the chat group carried a hint of helplessness.
But Chen Yi paid no mind. With a casual flick, he dismissed the warning and spread his arms, allowing the heavenly lightning to wash over him.
Admittedly, after nurturing an immortal physique, his lightning resistance had improved tremendously.
In the past, a heavenly lightning strike of this caliber would have taken an ordinary clone two and a half seconds to refine. But now, with his immortal physique clone, it was refined in an instant!
A condensed essence of heavenly lightning, infused with the aura of the Heavenly Dao, materialized. Chen Yi flicked it with his finger straight into Zhou Zheng’s mouth below.
"Ohhhh... Group Leader, what did you just feed me? It's so hot..."
Zhou Zheng's eyes glazed over, his skin turning red like a boiled shrimp, wisps of steam rising from his body. A faint, tantalizing aroma even wafted from him!
"Gulp~"
The Supreme Elders in the hall, all at the Body Unity stage, couldn't help but swallow hard.
The scent of the Heavenly Dao was intoxicating!
If they could obtain it, it would save them centuries of cultivation—perhaps even pave their way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage!
This wasn’t an exaggeration—it was a tangible effect!
After all, who else could casually refine such terrifying heavenly lightning like him?
Not only that, but he even preserved the Heavenly Dao’s essence intact after purging its destructive power!
Ahhh!!!
What virtue did Zhou Zheng possess to earn the favor of such a supreme being?!
Such a precious heavenly lightning essence, casually bestowed—could he even make proper use of it?!
Giving it to him was nothing short of a waste!
"He smells so good... I really want to eat him..."
"Shut up! Do you have a death wish? That supreme being is still here!"
"But he really does smell amazing..."
"Tsk, you lot might not be able to, but this old woman has her ways... Dual cultivation could still yield a share..."
"Pfft, he’s only at the Golden Core stage. Could he even break through your Body Unity physique?"
"Worth a try..."
"Giggle..."
As the three Supreme Elders—their hair silver with age but their faces still youthful—cast wolfish gazes at him, Zhou Zheng, still digesting the heavenly lightning essence, shuddered involuntarily.
Oh no... Why does my lower back feel so cold?
Damn it, they’re after my kidneys!
Group Leader, please, I beg you—grant me the Master’s Ring! I don’t want to be devoured by these old cows!
Unfortunately, Chen Yi had no time to spare for him at the moment.
This world’s Heavenly Dao was quite fiery—even knowing it was outmatched, it stubbornly refused to yield, unwilling to sit down for a proper discussion.
"Stop this nonsense! I’m giving you one last chance to talk things over peacefully. Otherwise, I’ll have to get serious!"
Boom!!!
The response was another massive, bronze-colored bolt of heavenly lightning.
The Heavenly Dao would never submit—its will was resolute, even if it meant tearing everything apart!
"Ah, young Heavenly Daos are always so hot-tempered. Never been beaten into submission, so they don’t know how to compromise."
Chen Yi sighed and shook his head.
If this were just a one-star ordinary clone, aside from merging with a two-star clone, there’d be no way to suppress a Heavenly Dao that had already developed Tribulation-stage laws.
After all, the Heavenly Dao was a tier higher—capable of manifesting Tribulation-stage laws meant it could suppress Tribulation-stage cultivators.
But standing here now was an immortal physique clone, far surpassing an ordinary clone in power!
To challenge an immortal physique clone without even understanding the gap in strength—how audacious!
Hum!
In an instant, he vanished from his spot.
The next moment...
An enormous humanoid manifestation appeared in the void beyond this world’s domain. A single palm alone could envelop the entire continent of this realm!
Without a doubt, if he wished, he could refine the entire world!
Sensing that terrifying pressure, the Heavenly Dao’s thoughts instantly cleared up.
If you had this kind of power, why hide it?!
Had you shown it earlier, I would’ve behaved!
"My apologies, my deepest apologies, honored guest from beyond this realm. What would you like to discuss?"
Chen Yi smirked. "See? You can speak properly after all. Though, I must say, I preferred your earlier unyielding attitude. Care to bring that back?"
Of course, only a fool would take those words seriously!
The Heavenly Dao, sovereign over all living beings, was no fool. It remained reverent, even bordering on obsequious.
"That was my ignorance, a momentary lapse in judgment. Empty apologies mean nothing—let my actions speak. Whatever you command, if it’s within my power, I’ll do it. If it’s beyond me, I’ll still try my best!"
Seeing the Heavenly Dao’s sincerity, Chen Yi eased his aggressive stance.
"Was that so hard? All I wanted was for you to alter one person’s fate. Was it worth all this trouble?"
"Yes, yes, entirely my fault. Whose fate would you like me to modify?" The Heavenly Dao’s tone was utterly deferential, not daring to mention that Chen Yi had been the one harassing it first.
"Zhou Zheng of the Sacred Void Sect," Chen Yi stated.
Upon checking, the Heavenly Dao grew slightly nervous and replied even more humbly,
"I’m truly sorry, but this isn’t a matter of unwillingness. This person carries the power of creation—his fate isn’t under my jurisdiction. I cannot modify it."
Chen Yi had expected this and gave clear instructions:
"Then forge a false fate for him within your domain."
Transmigrators were essentially undocumented—most local Heavenly Daos didn’t govern them. Unless they stood out too much, the Heavenly Dao might not even notice them.
Take Chen Yi, for example. His excellence had earned him an invitation from the Purple Star Continent’s Heavenly Dao to register—even a fabricated fate could prove his origins there!
The same went for Fang Zheng and Liu Ruyan. Though neither was particularly outstanding, Chen Yi’s presence forced the Heavenly Dao to politely extend them registration as well.
The benefits of registration were undeniable—special favor from the Heavenly Dao ensured a smooth path in cultivation.
But what truly stunned Chen Yi was how... naive this world’s Heavenly Dao was!
"Forge a false fate... How exactly does one do that?"
Chen Yi: "..."
Wait, seriously? You’ve never fudged the books before?
Impressive.
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