The Flying Star Continent.
After a moment of silence, Chen Yi's one-star immortal avatar finally spoke.
"Give me a portion of your core essence."
It was a statement, not a request.
The Flying Star Heavenly Dao fell silent.
Core essence—what was that?
It was the source code!
If handed over and fully deciphered, Chen Yi could freely manipulate and reshape this Heavenly Dao as he pleased, molding the entire Flying Star Continent into his own design!
In principle, the Flying Star Heavenly Dao couldn’t afford to give it.
But now, principles were in Chen Yi’s hands. Refusal meant instant refinement and annihilation!
Whether willing or not—if he demanded it, it had to be given!
With clear understanding, the Flying Star Heavenly Dao acted decisively, splitting off a wisp of its core essence.
BOOM!!!
Instantly, the continent quaked, mountains shook, and the land trembled—a reflection of the Heavenly Dao’s loss.
Yet the Flying Star Heavenly Dao’s resilience was astounding. The continent merely swayed briefly before stabilizing.
Witnessing this, Chen Yi carefully stored the core essence, then produced seven Star-Suppressing Seals from his possession.
"Don’t worry, I won’t take it for free. These are for you!"
Since the Heavenly Dao had been straightforward, he wouldn’t be stingy either.
Such a promising Heavenly Dao was well worth the investment!
After all, if his own Purple Star Heavenly Dao faltered, the Flying Star Heavenly Dao could serve as a backup.
"Eh? These treasures forged from stars... truly for me?"
The Flying Star Heavenly Dao was pleasantly surprised.
It had expected a one-sided loss, yet here was compensation.
These seven treasures, refined from massive stars, were more than enough to stabilize the slightly disturbed foundational laws—even freeing up energy to deduce higher-tier laws!
Honestly, this outsider guest was unexpectedly kind!
Chen Yi waved a hand. "What’s given is given. I’ll also teach you a method to accelerate the evolution of your world’s laws. Will you learn it?"
The Heavenly Dao paused, then tentatively asked, "Is it the ‘fabricated fate’ technique you mentioned earlier?"
Chen Yi nodded slightly. "Fabricated fate is just one application. The true wonder of this method lies in ‘turning falsehoods into truth.’ It maximizes the Heavenly Dao’s initiative, speeding up law derivation while minimizing errors!"
"I’ll learn it!"
Without hesitation, the Flying Star Heavenly Dao affirmed its resolve.
Though it had built a solid foundation through variables, those same variables now hindered further progress—its law derivation had stagnated, even regressed slightly.
This outsider’s method was tailor-made to break the deadlock!
How could it refuse?
Chen Yi nodded again. "Good. Listen well. This ‘falsehoods into truth’ method varies in application across Heavenly Daos. What I impart to you is the profound wisdom of the Purple Star Heavenly Dao, tempered over billions of years..."
HUMMMM—
The sky of the Flying Star Continent trembled faintly as the Heavenly Dao absorbed the teachings, its understanding expanding like a door to a new world.
Two and a half hours later.
The lesson—corrupting the innocent... no, the seasoned Heavenly Dao mentoring the novice—finally concluded.
After a quick practice session, the enlightened Flying Star Heavenly Dao spoke reverently:
"Thank you, Master, for imparting this technique. You shall be revered as this world’s Heavenly Teacher!"
A divine proclamation echoed across the continent. Countless beings looked up in bewilderment, their minds inexplicably imprinting with the image of a towering, indistinct figure.
No face, no voice—only the knowledge that this was the Heavenly Teacher of their world.
"Ugh... I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel like bowing."
"Heavenly Teacher—the mentor of the Heavenly Dao. Yeah, we gotta bow."
"The heavens’ master? Then we definitely should bow!"
"Heavenly Teacher! Heavenly Teacher!!!"
Chants rose, scattered at first, then unified into a thunderous chorus that shook the earth and stirred the seas!
Chen Yi hadn’t expected the Heavenly Dao to pull such a move.
Honestly, it was kinda flattering. Across worlds, he’d been called Heavenly Venerable, Heavenly Emperor, even reviled as a Heavenly Demon. But "Heavenly Teacher"? That had a nice ring to it.
"Heavenly Teacher, now that I’ve learned, what fate shall we craft for Zhou Zheng? And how should his two younger sisters be handled?" the Heavenly Dao inquired respectfully.
Chen Yi replied calmly, "Bestow him the ‘Peerless Prodigy’ fate. I need his cultivation to advance swiftly for future use—but no shortcuts. As for his sisters, handle them as you see fit."
"Understood." The Heavenly Dao hesitated briefly before adding, "Though... his current situation seems rather dire. Should we intervene?"
Chen Yi glanced down at Zhou Zheng, currently being... "cultivated" by three elderly Soul Unity realm women, and shook his head. "No need. I’m in no rush to leave anyway. Let this temper his lust—teach him not to lose his head at the sight of women!"
As he spoke, he absentmindedly muted Zhou Zheng in the chat group.
And so.
That day, Zhou Zheng’s unyielding spine—snapped!
No surprise there. A Soul Unity realm physique was simply too sturdy; the slightest pressure would shatter a Golden Core cultivator.
Like a limp seaweed, he was tossed and turned, tears of regret streaming down his face.
By dawn the next day.
Only after thoroughly analyzing the Flying Star Heavenly Dao’s core essence—and confirming no oversights—did Chen Yi toss the ‘Fate-Soul Ring’ to Zhou Zheng.
When the broken, hollow-eyed protagonist finally escaped his torment, the chat group’s task system struggled to recalibrate its evaluation.
[Ding! As the group leader has once again exceeded task expectations, with difficulty far surpassing original requirements, recalculating rewards. Please wait...]
[Reminder: The assistance task is complete. This world’s Heavenly Dao has detected you. Return now?]
"Yes, yes, open the damn portal already!"
Rewards could wait, but his own Heavenly Dao was practically vibrating with impatience.
With its already subpar optimization, further delay might cause it to self-destruct.
Honestly, for a nearly billion-year-old entity, it was embarrassingly high-strung.
Pathetic, really.
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)
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
