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!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?!
