The Western Sea Grand World.
In the shattered remnants of the divine realm.
Adolf Anlan lay atop a multicolored altar, sleeping peacefully.
Further away, the God of Light—having activated his divine-demon form, his body half-black and half-white—gripped the Demon-Slaying Spear tightly, his expression tinged with uncertainty. "Heavenly Sovereign, are you certain this plan will truly capture and refine that Outer Realm Demon?"
The Heavenly Dao of the Western Sea responded with conviction, "Child, I am here—and not alone. When the Eye of Retribution from the Upper Realm departed, it left behind a bolt of divine thunder. As long as we lure that Outer Realm Demon to the designated location, he will have no chance of escape!"
Hearing this, the God of Light's restless heart settled slightly. His grip on the spear loosened, and he exhaled deeply. "Good... I trust your judgment, Heavenly Sovereign. Once we capture that demon, I will plunge the Demon-Slaying Spear deep into his body and drain his blood. Then, I’ll sever his head and fashion it into a goblet. I—"
Mid-sentence, the God of Light suddenly shuddered, his golden pupils trembling as he turned his panicked gaze toward the multicolored altar.
At that moment.
Above the slumbering Adolf Anlan, a swirling vortex of multicolored space was rapidly forming!
"H-Heavenly Sovereign... this... this isn’t right! Why has he arrived so suddenly? Didn’t you say he wouldn’t appear unless Anlan’s life was in danger?!"
The God of Light’s voice quivered.
But the Heavenly Dao of the Western Sea had no time to answer. It immediately activated the altar beneath Anlan, amplifying all traces of energy above it to their maximum!
Though the timing was rushed—before the world’s vitality peaked and the Heavenly Dao’s power reached its zenith—this demon-slaying plan had been rehearsed countless times. Even if variables forced an early arrival, the final outcome would remain unchanged!
BOOM!!!
Beyond the boundaries of the Western Sea, a slumbering multicolored Chaos Thunder Dragon instantly awakened!
The result? Before Chen Yi’s immortal avatar could even step out of the teleportation portal, he sensed that familiar presence.
"Hah, so this is why you dared challenge me again—you’ve got the courage of a Transcendent Tribulation!"
"But what a pity... you’re still too hasty!"
Chen Yi smirked coldly, crushing two radiant pearls in his grasp. Instantly, two new one-star immortal avatars emerged, merging and ascending in a blaze of power!
The next moment.
HUM!
A two-star immortal avatar materialized, then shot out of the teleportation portal like an unstoppable meteor—swift and ruthless—colliding head-on with the Chaos Thunder Dragon!
CRACKLE—!!!
No cataclysmic shockwaves erupted. Instead, the two-star immortal avatar wrapped around the thunder dragon and began devouring its energy voraciously!
Hadn’t it been said before? Chen Yi, the Sovereign of Tribulation, was a master of refining thunder!
What of the Transcendent Tribulation?
If it was thunder, it bowed to his will!
Especially now, with his immortal avatar’s spiritual energy cycling self-sufficiently—even the keenest senses of the tribulation’s main body couldn’t detect a trace!
As long as it didn’t intervene, Chen Yi could feast without restraint!
Soon, the tens-of-thousands-of-feet-long Chaos Thunder Dragon began shrinking rapidly.
This horrifying spectacle sent the Heavenly Dao of the Western Sea into system failure.
This was far beyond its calculations—an outcome utterly incomprehensible!
Were it not for the robust foundational laws of the False Immortal Realm barely containing the weight of Chen Yi’s two-star immortal avatar, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t just be frozen—it would’ve collapsed instantly!
Meanwhile, the God of Light was terrified beyond words.
Wait, wasn’t this Outer Realm Demon forced to flee in disgrace last time, too afraid to face the Chaos Divine Thunder?
How had he become so monstrous in just a few days?!
Not only did he ignore the thunder’s terrifying power, but he was now gnawing on the main body of the Chaos Divine Thunder itself...
By the Heavenly Sovereign, are we really just fighting some ordinary Outer Realm Demon here?
We’re doomed!!!
The God of Light wanted to flee, but an overwhelming force pinned him in place, leaving him no choice but to weep silently for his impending doom.
......
Refining the Chaos Thunder Dragon took far longer than Chen Yi had anticipated.
A full two and a half hours just to purge its destructive essence!
But it made sense. His two-star immortal avatar had limited power, struggling to fully suppress the Chaos Divine Thunder. It had resisted fiercely before finally succumbing.
Yet, the fiercer its resistance, the richer its pure thunder energy—and the more excited Chen Yi became!
After all, he’d been stuck refining Violet Heaven Divine Thunder for ages. He was sick of it!
Now, with the Chaos Divine Thunder—a hundred times more potent—he could only imagine how delectably rich its purified essence would be!
......
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
. 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!"
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."
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.”
