The formation of thirty one-star immortal body clones was naturally extraordinary in power!
Though its destructive force wasn’t as terrifying as directly fusing and ascending to a four-star clone, distributing the power into an all-encompassing net made its silent infiltration far more potent than a four-star clone!
The massive net of the formation draped over the azure barrier like a layer of transparent gauze, or an invisible hand gently caressing every corner and crevice of the barrier, searching for potential vulnerabilities.
Hum~
In no time!
The azure barrier trembled faintly, rippling with an almost imperceptible disturbance.
Seizing this fleeting flaw, Chen Yi forcibly squeezed three clones into the barrier.
Passing through a thick membranous layer, the interior space was filled with an incredibly dense aura, radiant with dreamlike light and slightly elevated, almost scorching in temperature.
An overwhelming pressure bore down from all directions, as if trying to expel the three unfamiliar intruders from this private domain.
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and immediately drove the three clones forward.
Heh, trying to kick me out?
Not a chance!
The more you resist, the more excited I get!
"Here I come, Dream Illusion Law Origin!"
With a thought, Chen Yi sent the three clones shooting off in different directions.
The space wasn’t large, but it was saturated with hazy, dreamlike radiance. The thick law essence muddled all perception, making the search for its true core like trying to catch a nimble fish in murky waters.
The only option was a thorough, inch-by-inch sweep. Fortunately, the space was limited, so the three clones formed a triangular encirclement, methodically closing in from the outer edges.
The net tightened, leaving less and less room to maneuver.
Suddenly!
One clone’s chest was struck by a soft yet forceful impact, nearly knocking it over!
At the same time, hallucinatory energy invaded its consciousness, attempting to plunge its spirit into a whirlwind of illusions.
But alas, this was merely a clone—its consciousness housed no spirit, only a wisp of will.
"Dreamlike yet real... not bad at all..."
Chen Yi smirked and immediately manipulated the clone to grab the elusive entity. Yet... it couldn’t be refined instantly!
This Dream Illusion Law Origin was of an exceptionally high grade, containing profound and intricate mystical Dao patterns.
After a careful examination, Chen Yi gained a moment of clarity.
Within this Dream Illusion Law Origin, aside from pure Dao essence, there were also fragments of will!
This was the legacy of a fallen immortal powerhouse—a condensation of their lifelong cultivation!
Chen Yi kneaded the Dream Illusion Law Origin, attempting to erase one of the will imprints.
But even after ten minutes of effort, he barely managed to smooth out a single one.
And this was just one imprint. There were nearly a million more like it!
Even with three one-star immortal clones grinding away day and night, it would take at least five years to fully refine it!
"Lurking under the detection system’s nose for five years... tch... that’s a tough one..."
Even Chen Yi found this predicament thorny.
If he could take this origin back, his true self could refine it in half a month at most.
But if he took it out, the Seventh Secret Realm would collapse instantly, triggering the detection system’s wrath—a classic case of the plan failing halfway through.
If he didn’t take it out and refined it on the spot, could he evade the detection system’s patrols for five years?
Was it even possible?!
Chen Yi fell silent.
Honestly... probably not.
His current freedom to act recklessly in the Seventh Secret Realm was only due to pushing the detection system into overload, rendering it temporarily desensitized to minor anomalies.
But in a month at most, it would recover, and his "sneaking into someone’s yard to steal their melons" scheme would likely be exposed.
"Sigh, my instincts were right—I don’t have enough clones. Time to ask the Immortal Tribulation for another batch..."
Chen Yi sighed ruefully.
If he could squeeze in more clones—say, twenty-seven—they could form a refining formation and clear the will imprints in under a month!
But opening a sliver in the azure barrier would require at least twenty-seven clones working in tandem, meaning fifty-four clones would need to be present!
And he only had forty-nine clones in total. Even if he deployed them all, it wouldn’t be enough.
So, whether to synthesize a five-star clone nearly on par with his true self or to lay hands on the Primordial Chaos Creation Disk, expanding his clone army was non-negotiable!
With this in mind, Chen Yi released the Dream Illusion Law Origin.
He then swiftly cleaned up the scene, erasing all traces.
Finally, the three smuggled clones withdrew without leaving a shred of evidence.
Fortunately, while the azure barrier was hard to enter, exiting wasn’t restricted.
With a soft pop, the three immortal clones slipped out.
Just then, an old "friend" arrived at the Dreamweaver Secret Realm with two subordinates in tow.
Seeing the notification, Chen Yi’s eyes lit up!
He’d been racking his brain over how to recall the nine "color beads" out grinding resources in other worlds. Crossing the vast distances between realms without the chat group’s convenient teleportation channels would take at least a year or two via his own interdimensional arrays!
But as luck would have it, just when he needed it most—
Old Ye, you’re truly my lucky star!
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Ye Wuchen had spent the past month in misery, his Dao heart teetering on the brink of collapse.
Why?
Because nine insatiable "color beads" hung around his neck, demanding everything!
Did anyone know how he’d suffered this past month?!
Every day, the moment the daily ranking rewards (1,000 immortal crystals for 31st place) were issued, that damned freeloader would pop out of the beads, palm outstretched—demanding a 90-10 split!
Ninety for him, ten for me!
Ten immortal crystals a day? How was a True Immortal supposed to cultivate on that?!
Watching his progress slow to a crawl while rivals on the rankings crept closer felt worse than death.
And that wasn’t even the worst of it!
You take the lion’s share of my hard-earned rewards, fine. But why must you snatch the resources I buy with my own points in the Multiverse Store?!
Can you even use those starforce-infused rainbow stones?!
And you skip the impure Pangu’s Blood Essence—do you have any idea how hard that is to absorb?! Do you know how much I’ve suffered?!
I swear to—
And the Multiverse Store’s monthly limit of 10,000 immortal crystals? The second it refreshed, he’d badger Ye Wuchen to buy them all—leaving him with nothing!
Absolute scum! Utter, irredeemable scum!
He’s gone too far!!!
Ye Wuchen had repeatedly wanted to rise up in rebellion, but in the end, he could only swallow his grievances like shattered teeth.
Today, after enduring too much frustration—his Dao Heart unstable, even teetering on the brink of qi deviation—Ye Wuchen finally snapped.
Without hesitation, he recklessly drained his remaining 300 billion points to purchase 150 instances of the "Fate's Mandate" passive skill, preparing to enter the Dreamweaver Secret Realm and temper his Dao Heart with brutal force!
At last, at long last!!!
Under the scrutiny of the chat group, that damned Rainbow Pearl finally quieted down, no longer daring to spout nonsense.
For a fleeting moment, Ye Wuchen genuinely considered tearing it off and tossing it away.
But his instincts warned him—it was best not to.
"Whatever. I'm out of points now anyway. Do what you want."
With a bitter laugh, Ye Wuchen turned and strode into the Dreamweaver Secret Realm, never looking back.
He would face his inner fears head-on. He would mercilessly pummel the source of his terror!
His fury burned white-hot—"Dream Phantom, you’d better take the form of Chen Yi and help me vent this rage!"
Huh?
The Dreamweaver Secret Realm was already in use?
What did it matter? As the reigning champion of the No. 3 Demon-Slaying Trial Grounds, he held a permanent seat granting access to three major exorcism-themed secret realms!
Whoever was inside would have to make way for him!!!
"Holy shit?!"
"Y-you... you... what the hell are you doing here?!!!"
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)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
