After hearing Gu Yuan's report, Chen Yi couldn't help but pause in surprise.
Is the leader of Group Two really this bold?
With only 3.8 billion in combat power, yet unafraid of a Transcendence Heavenly Venerate from Group One who boasts 4.1 billion?
It seems this person has a hidden card—their true strength must exceed the system-displayed 3.8 billion.
Just like Fang Zheng, whose displayed power was merely three million, yet wielding the Star-Suppressing Seal, he could clash head-on with experts at the ten-million level!
However, external enhancements have their limits—the maximum amplification never exceeds tenfold!
Even if we assume the leader of Group Two reaches the absolute peak of tenfold amplification, unleashing power equivalent to 38 billion, Chen Yi wouldn’t bat an eye!
Though Gu Yuan’s eighteen One-Star Immortal Body clones could only fuse and refine into two Three-Star Immortal Body clones, each with 36 billion in combat power,
this was purely their innate strength!
If Chen Yi also resorted to external enhancements, how would the leader of Group Two respond?
As everyone knows, Chen Yi has never been fond of conflict—his true passion lies in resolving it!
To dispel the Heavenly Tribulation’s prejudice against him, he’s practiced just about everything imaginable.
Including but not limited to talismans, formations, blades, spears, staves, the sun, moon, stars, and even the laws of the heavens...
Yet after all that training, what he wields most effortlessly is still the great halberd!
Fierce and domineering, overwhelming in momentum and crushing in force—a single swing leaves nothing standing in its path!
Especially the Tribulation-Sovereign Halberd, forged from the essence of Violet Heaven Divine Thunder. Its attributes harmonize perfectly with Chen Yi, maximizing the amplification of his power—enough to give even the Heavenly Tribulation pause!
Unfortunately, it’s been so long since anyone forced Chen Yi to draw his weapon that the Tribulation-Sovereign Halberd only sees use against the Heavenly Tribulation, gathering dust in the treasury the rest of the time.
But for this operation, just to be safe, Chen Yi had his eighteen One-Star Immortal Body clones bring the halberd along!
He hoped the leader of Group Two could give him a pleasant surprise.
Before that, however, the immediate priority was elevating the status of the Purple Star Heavenly Dao.
With this in mind, Chen Yi gave Gu Yuan a few words of encouragement before ordering him to continue lying low and awaiting further instructions.
Once that was done, he turned his full attention to the Purple Star Heavenly Dao.
By now, the foundational framework of the Quasi-Immortal Dao laws had been completed—all that remained was fine-tuning and transplanting it onto the Purple Star Continent itself.
Chen Yi treated this with utmost caution, as past failures had taught him that even the highest chance of success could be derailed by uncontrollable variables.
Fortunately, this time, the Western Sea Heavenly Dao had generously provided Quasi-Immortal Dao essence as a safeguard. Even if something went wrong, it wouldn’t affect the Purple Star Heavenly Dao.
As a result, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao was currently… somewhat unrestrained.
"Yi, this Quasi-Immortal Dao essence isn’t native to me, so there’s bound to be some deviation. But I think transplanting it locally will eliminate the rejection!"
"Look at you, rushing again!" Chen Yi shook his head slightly. "The ascension of a world’s status is a monumental tide—every living being is caught in its flow. The slightest mishap could trigger unpredictable storms and infinite peril. Whether we land safely depends entirely on how we navigate it!"
"The future is far murkier than the past. Excitement and confusion are inevitable—you must know yourself, or you’ll be wailing again about how so many of your ‘children’ died!"
The Purple Star Heavenly Dao immediately sobered up, murmuring meekly, "Yi, I understand my mistake. I’ll follow your lead. I’ll start tracing the root of the rejection deviation now!"
"Good. I’ll assist you." Chen Yi gave a slight nod before immersing himself fully in the task.
This search lasted a full thirty hours.
During this time, Mu Chen, leader of Group 98, underwent a dazzling transformation of status.
Indeed, the inevitable had arrived.
Once that plea for help was posted in the public zone, there was no escaping it—regardless of whether the task was completed, the system’s deducted points and group experience would still be charged to Group 98.
The verdict was as follows:
[This group lacks the capacity to handle unknown risks, demonstrating poor risk resilience. Deducting the 2 billion points and 200 million group experience from the assistance task reward. Even reducing the group level to its initial state is insufficient to repay the debt. Declaring bankruptcy and reorganization!]
Before Mu Chen could even bid his dear group members a proper farewell, the chat interface abruptly grayed out.
[Ding! As the group leader, you retain the qualifications to join another group. Please select one of the following three groups with available slots.]
[Group 37 (58/60)]
[Group 91 (46/60)]
[Group 108 (9/60)]
When he saw Chen Yi’s Group 108 among the options, Mu Chen nearly wept with joy.
Joining any other group would’ve meant instant expulsion, likely accompanied by mockery, leaving him stranded in the bleak free chat channel until Chen Yi fished him out.
But entering Chen Yi’s group was different—it felt like coming home, with familiar faces waiting!
Haha, Chu Nan, Yuan Yuan, and Gao Zi—here I come!
No hesitation—straight in!
[Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group of All Realms – Group 108]
[‘Back to the Multitude’ has joined the group.]
[‘Building in Another World’ has joined the group.]
[‘I Want a Harem!’ has joined the group.]
The arrival of three "newcomers" instantly triggered Group 108’s unique welcome protocol.
[Runner-Up in Cultivation World: Who do we have here?!]
[I Really Don’t Wanna Be Sacrificed: Welcome, newcomers!]
[Unemployed God of Light: Judging by these nicknames… all bros? Bros are fine too! Newbies, post selfies! (excited table slam.jpg)]
[I Hate Cilantro: Oh ho? Familiar faces?]
[Fallen Genius: …Didn’t we agree to cut ties? How’d you end up here?]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Long time no see, mates. Missed you all. Except that Mu Chen guy.]
[I Want a Harem!: Ugh, was thrilled to join a group with an OP carry, but this jerk had to tag along.]
[Building in Another World: Haha, seniors! I’ve admired you all since Group 98. Looking forward to your guidance!]
[Back to the Multitude: Bros, come on, I’ve turned over a new leaf. No cold shoulders, please. Also, not bragging, just stating facts—the group leader’s my bro, from the same world as me. Show some respect!]
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)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
