In the ancient grand hall.
After sending away the Purple Star Heavenly Dao, Chen Yi finally called Mu Chen out, preparing to secretly use the chat group.
"Bro, I don’t get it. Didn’t your account just get unbanned? Why use mine? And why sneak around like you’re doing something shady?" Mu Chen was utterly confused.
"Little Mu, remember this—from this moment onward, you are no longer from Purple Star. You are a being of light from the M78 Nebula," Chen Yi said with grave emphasis.
"Huh?" Mu Chen froze for a second, about to say something, but the moment he met Chen Yi’s profound gaze... he immediately seemed to realize something and hurriedly opened his chat group profile.
Sure enough!
[Name: Mu Chen]
[Age: Sixty-four years]
[Cultivation: Divine Transformation Stage]
[Combat Power: 9,956,150]
[Group Nickname: Back to the Multitude]
[Origin: Land of Light, M78 Nebula]
"This... this Land of Light... Am I an Ultraman? Holy shit! Bro, did you tamper with the..." Mu Chen was shocked but quickly caught himself and corrected, "That’s right, I’m a true Man!"
Chen Yi nodded in satisfaction. "Good, seems you’ve learned well from Fang Zheng. Remember your identity—don’t think about what you shouldn’t. Got it?"
Mu Chen naturally played along. "Bro, come on, haven’t I always been from M78 Nebula?"
Chen Yi didn’t respond, silently monitoring the detection system in secret.
Only after confirming there were no abnormal alerts did he relax.
There was no other way—the karma involved was too great. The mysterious immortal powerhouse behind the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk was someone even Chen Yi found troublesome to deal with.
If they were truly discovered and that powerhouse decided to "settle things in person," Chen Yi could always flee, but the Purple Star Continent couldn’t!
So, to prevent the Purple Star Continent from being implicated, Chen Yi had spent the past month under the detection system’s pressure, painstakingly deleting all traces of the continent’s existence and fabricating a virtual location to use the chat group normally.
If things went south, all risks would fall on Mu Chen and himself—the Purple Star Continent would remain untouched!
This was also why he hadn’t let the Purple Star Heavenly Dao spy on his chat group usage, lest the system’s sensitive detection pick up anomalies.
After double-checking the login environment’s safety, Chen Yi finally spoke. "Little Mu, ready to enter the Evil-Purging Dungeon?"
Mu Chen was dumbfounded again.
Wait, bro, are you serious?
Me? Enter the Evil-Purging Dungeon?
Am I even qualified?
Isn’t the minimum requirement 30 million combat power... Hold on!
Mu Chen glanced at his stats again.
His combat power hadn’t changed.
"Bro... can I really join a dungeon with a 30 million combat power requirement?" Mu Chen asked hesitantly.
It wasn’t that he doubted Chen Yi’s ability to get him in—after all, if Chen Yi could even alter backend data, his prowess was beyond comprehension.
He was just worried. With less than 10 million combat power, could he survive a dungeon where even the weakest participants had 30 million?
Wouldn’t the evil spirits inside treat him like a random mob to farm?
"Relax, you won’t die. It’ll be fine!" Chen Yi reassured him before handing over a pearl containing seventy-six late-stage Unity Realm cultivators.
At the same time, within the Illusory Star Pocket Realm, Chen Yi’s true form manipulated the clone carrying the chat group.
The next second, a system announcement echoed in Group 108.
[Ding! ‘TMD the Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me’ is now the highest combat power holder in the group and has automatically been promoted to group owner.]
[Current Group Owner: TMD the Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me (True Immortal Realm, combat power: 2 billion flat)]
[Just a Few Hardships (Gu Yuan): Hahaha, welcome back, Boss!]
[Crow Riding a Plane (Liu Bo): The real deal has returned. Though unintended, I humbly beg your forgiveness for my earlier disrespect.]
[Withered Leaf Left the Wind (Qin Sheng): Boss, same here!]
[I Really Don’t Wanna Be Sacrificed (Fang Zheng): Hahaha, the true god returns! You two seniors from Group Two—were you ‘unintentional’ or just bending with the wind?]
[Fallen Genius (Xiao Chunan): Fang’s got a point. Spit it out—did you two old-timers chicken out?!]
[TMD the Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me (Group Owner): No derailing. You’ve got five minutes to wrap up your affairs. All members prepare to enter the Evil-Purging Dungeon. If you have difficulties, report now. If you have questions—don’t ask!]
[The Group Owner has initiated the Evil-Purging Dungeon team formation. Eligible members, please queue for entry.]
The message instantly silenced the lively chat.
The three former Group Two veterans, each with over a billion combat power, were unfazed, but the other members collectively panicked.
Wasn’t the Evil-Purging Dungeon’s minimum requirement 30 million combat power?
Could they—newbies barely scratching a few hundred thousand—really qualify?
Well, the Boss never lied. If he said they could enter, they could. That wasn’t in question.
They just shared Mu Chen’s concern: would they end up as fodder for the dungeon’s evil spirits?
After finally welcoming back their beloved Boss, he immediately dropped this bombshell...
What was the point?
Truly, when trouble arose, the Boss was their safest shelter. When things were calm, he became their greatest trial.
A master at keeping the group perpetually on edge.
Should they fake an emergency to dodge this?
Many members considered it.
But on second thought... better not.
Cultivation was inherently defying the heavens—death was part of the journey.
Now that the Boss, their benefactor, was leading the way, if they faltered out of fear, would they ever earn his favor again?
Group slots were tradable. If the Boss grew disappointed, would they even keep their place here?
He’d invited elites from Group Two—who’s to say he wouldn’t replace them with others?
Getting into this group was already a rare opportunity. If they squandered it, where else would they find such perks?
Screw it—let’s go!
Once resolved, they hurried to settle their affairs.
But hesitation cost them.
While they deliberated, the Boss’s most loyal followers had already wrapped up their tasks and queued up, standing ready in formation!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
