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!
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...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
