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!
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)
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.
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.”
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."
