The Violet Heaven Divine Thunder took seven hundred years to master, while the Chaos Divine Thunder required less than a year

The Purple Star Continent had been experiencing frequent rainfall these days.

The newly appointed celestial officials of the Meteorological Bureau were swamped with work.

Among them, the Rain Goddess Yuan Qiyue bore the greatest pressure. She had been working nonstop for nearly three months and was utterly exhausted.

But what could she do?

As long as the Outbound Calamity Sovereign remained absent, the Heavenly Dao remained in a gloomy mood.

Only a light drizzle could alleviate the pressure—otherwise, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t be in the right state to deduce higher-level laws.

Though the Heavenly Dao considerately suggested she could take a few days off and let It handle things, Yuan Qiyue refused, insisting on sharing the burden.

After all, despite the exhaustion, this was a significant merit-earning opportunity. Even if it killed her, she wouldn’t slack off—and besides, it couldn’t actually kill her!

A divine-ranked immortal who didn’t aspire for direct jurisdiction wasn’t a good divine-ranked immortal!

She loved work!

Work brought her joy, work filled her with purpose, work—

"Change of plans. All rainfall schedules are canceled. The next ninety days will be clear skies. Qiyue, you can rest properly now."

The Heavenly Dao’s cheerful voice suddenly rang out.

"Eh?" Yuan Qiyue froze, then sighed in relief. "He’s finally back… Outbound Calamity Sovereign, do you have any idea how I’ve suffered these past three months? Do you? I—"

As she spoke, it was as if all her energy had been drained. She collapsed and fell asleep on the spot.

Truly, these three months had utterly worn her out.

Not physically—after all, as a divine-ranked immortal, she had boundless stamina!

But the relentless workload had left her spiritually depleted. Holding on was manageable, but the moment she relaxed, exhaustion crashed over her like a tidal wave.

She wouldn’t wake up without sleeping for three days and nights straight!

At that moment, a sneaky figure quietly slipped into the Rain God’s Temple.

"Hehehe, so the variable is here. Your mortal ties remain unresolved—you’re due for a tribulation!"

Bai Yujing, the Chief Deity of the Matchmaking Bureau, wore a sly grin as she secretly tied a red thread of fate around Yuan Qiyue.

Outside, her deputy Wanying, who was keeping watch, shuddered inexplicably, as if sensing that one day, this same variable might befall her.

"Wanying of Qingqiu, what are you loitering around the Rain God’s Temple for?!"

At that moment, Liu Xing, the Chief Deity of the Celestial Surveillance Bureau, arrived for his routine inspection and demanded sternly, "Does this major variable fall under the Matchmaking Bureau’s jurisdiction too?!"

"Yep!" Wanying straightened her back, answering righteously. "The Matchmaking Bureau is handling official business. Kindly step aside!"

"Cut the nonsense!" Liu Xing’s face darkened instantly. "Just tell me straight—am I going to have to clean up the aftermath of this variable again?"

Wanying suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "Isn’t patrolling the world your duty?"

Liu Xing understood immediately. Pointing at her angrily, he said, "You’re pulling stunts again, aren’t you? The most troublesome messes always come from your Matchmaking Bureau. I swear—"

"Liu Xing, shut it!" Wanying declared righteously. "We’re handing you merit on a silver platter. How dare you blame the Matchmaking Bureau?"

The more she spoke, the angrier Liu Xing became. "You have the nerve to say that? You take the lion’s share of the credit, while I get stuck with the dirty work. I’d rather not have this merit at all!!!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Just then, Bai Yujing emerged, her task complete. She gazed at him calmly. "Are you refusing to do your job?"

The authority of a direct-jurisdiction immortal was unmistakable. Liu Xing immediately yielded. "I’ll do it! I live for the dirty work! And thank you for the merit, by the way!"

"Mm. Work hard. You have potential." Bai Yujing nodded faintly, then clasped her hands behind her back and strode off with Wanying in tow, leaving Liu Xing standing there in disarray.

......

Inside the Illusory Star Grotto.

Watching Chen Yi layer restriction after restriction upon himself, the Purple Star Heavenly Dao lamented sorrowfully:

"Chen Yi, it’s all my fault. Because of my weakness, you’re forced to confine yourself to this tiny grotto—no freedom, only constraints. I—"

"Enough!" Chen Yi cut Him off. Then, with a flip of his hand, he produced an immature True Immortal-grade law essence and said calmly,

"This is the surprise I brought back for you. Take it and refine it properly!"

When he recalled the nine idle colored pearl clones from the Ancient Source World, he had also harvested the local Heavenly Dao.

The reason he hadn’t presented it earlier was that Purple Star had only recently regained its pseudo-immortal realm status, and its foundation wasn’t yet stable.

But during his absence while dodging the Immortal Tribulation, the Heavenly Dao had used the Flying Star Heavenly Dao’s ultra-efficient core to refine itself. Now, it was ready to assimilate this incomplete True Immortal-grade law essence—it was time to hand it over.

"Chen Yi, I… I won’t let you down!"

The Purple Star Heavenly Dao’s will solidified. Without hesitation, It took the law essence and began refining it!

Chen Yi had provided such excellent conditions—words were meaningless. Only action could repay his kindness!

It would elevate the Purple Star Continent to a level capable of accommodating Chen Yi, freeing him from self-restraint and allowing him to roam the heavens and earth at will!

It absolutely could not fail him!

Buzz—

The sky trembled faintly as the Purple Star Heavenly Dao went all out, instantly pushing the Flying Star Heavenly Dao’s ultra-efficient core to its limits.

The direct-jurisdiction immortals and divine-ranked immortals immediately felt the pressure skyrocket.

When the boss led the charge in overworking, what could they do?

Join in, of course! Let the grind begin!

Sensing the intense atmosphere of relentless competition, Chen Yi nodded in satisfaction.

This was more like it!

If no one pushed themselves, how could Purple Star ever ascend to an immortal realm?

And when would he ever be free to leave the Illusory Star Grotto?

"Grind away—grinding is good!"

Shaking his head, Chen Yi sealed the Illusory Star Grotto’s entrance shut. Then, he reached into the chaotic void and retrieved his last remaining clone—the one linked to the chat group.

This was the only clone he had left.

Of the first batch of clones forged from Violet Heaven Divine Thunder essence, this was the sole survivor.

And soon, even this clone would undergo a major upgrade, erasing all traces of the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder!

Ironically, the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder had taken seven hundred years to leave a profound mark on him, yet the Chaos Divine Thunder had replaced it in less than a year!

Tsk, in the end, the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder just hadn’t worked hard enough!

What?

You’re asking about Mu Chen?

That kid had logged back into the chat group the moment it finished resetting and upgrading, begging other members to take him in. In the end, he ran off to Shen Lang’s world to live it up.

Why bother with him?!