The midday sun hung high in the sky.
The carriage moved toward Qingyuan Mountain under the sunlight, and the structures atop Qingyuan Main Peak could faintly be seen in the distance. The ingenious layout stood out vividly against the green mountains, a testament to the craftsmanship of some master architect—though no one knew who.
But.
Li Mo gazed at the mountain scenery, yet his mind involuntarily replayed the scene from earlier.
Half an hour ago.
The little beggar girl had removed the cloth covering her eyes, revealing a pair of clear, grayish-white pupils beneath—innocent and untouched by the world, reminiscent of a baby’s gaze.
Yet there was also a hint of timidity and humility in them, as if she dared not meet another’s eyes.
How could someone’s eyes truly be this color?
Just as Li Mo was recalling a certain ninja anime, a pale little face suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
Her hair was still a tangled mess, her clothes ragged, creating a stark contrast with her delicate features.
Li Mo remembered this scene—not because of the girl’s breathtaking beauty at fourteen.
She stood there, her small hands fidgeting awkwardly, fingers twisting together.
Like a lone white flower swaying in the wind, emerging from a desolate wasteland...
"The color of her fate hasn’t changed. The Sky Patrol Guards shouldn’t notice her."
"I wonder how long it’ll take her to discover the special nature of the Ancient Intent Ring?"
Li Mo’s thoughts churned.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh.
"What’s wrong, Brother Li?"
Murong Xiao, who had been dozing beside him, lifted his head, his drowsy expression scrunching his features together.
"Damn it!"
"I forgot to tell her to bind the ring with a drop of blood!"
Li Mo was filled with regret.
To make it more convincing, he had used a classic trope from the novels of his past life when crafting the ring—it required a drop of blood to attune to its user.
But when he left...
The moment he saw that girl’s face, he had completely forgotten about it!
......
That night.
Smoke rose from the cooking fires in Mud Corner Alley.
The disabled little beggars bustled about, tidying up the dilapidated courtyard.
Before, this place had been a temporary shelter for them. But now, it was different—Big Brother Li had said that from today onward, this was their home.
A home... naturally had to be kept clean, right?
"Stutterer Sister has been spacing out all day."
"Heh, do you think she’s thinking about Big Brother Li?"
"Now that you mention it, I miss him too. His cooking was the best."
"I’m going to join Qingyuan Sect in the future. Then I can see him every day!"
"Abah abah!"
"Stutterer Sister, no matter how much you polish that ring, Big Brother Li won’t see it."
"Wait, this doesn’t look like the one he gave her..."
......
Jiang Chulong sat with her knees drawn up, carefully wiping the exquisite ring on her finger, afraid to let it get dirty.
Hearing this, she froze.
Oh.
Though the ring had been delivered by Big Brother Li, it was actually prepared by Aunt Mei.
Why would Aunt Mei give her such a ring?
It wasn’t a spatial artifact she recognized, nor did it seem to have any other special properties.
"Aunt Mei wouldn’t do something meaningless."
"This ring must be important."
Jiang Chulong bit her increasingly pale lips, her heart uneasy as she thought:
"Could it be that something’s wrong with me?"
In the past, the world had been vibrant in her eyes.
The heavens and earth she saw contained more than what others perceived—an extra layer of color and energy, as if she could see a hue no one else could.
But after her Sword Bone was taken, that color had vanished.
"Am I going to disappoint Aunt Mei?"
"It’s all my fault... I’m sorry..."
Jiang Chulong clenched the ring tightly, her knuckles turning white. The sharp pain in her palm made her feel slightly better.
Drip—
Crimson blood seeped from between her fingers.
And with it, the Ancient Intent Ring took on a faint, eerie glow.
Hummm...
Suddenly, she felt dizzy. The world before her began to spin like a whirlpool.
What’s happening?
The thought barely formed in her hazy mind.
The voices of the little ones echoed in her ears:
"Stutterer Sister, what’s wrong?"
"She fainted!"
Then—
All sound vanished. Silence enveloped everything.
She groggily opened her eyes, shielding them from the sudden burst of light, before finally taking in her surroundings.
An endless expanse of white mist, as if she had been transported beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The space wasn’t large—no more than five hundred meters in radius.
Yet pavilions and towers stood in harmonious disorder, exuding an effortless elegance, as if shaped by nature itself. Even in the Central Divine Continent, she had never seen such refined architecture.
Like a dreamlike paradise.
"Where... am I?"
Jiang Chulong rubbed her eyes, her face filled with bewilderment.
"Hah..."
Suddenly, a deep, resonant laughter echoed through the air.
"Young one, since you’ve come from afar, you are a guest. Step inside."
"M... me?"
Jiang Chulong cautiously crossed the threshold.
There, in the courtyard beneath an ancient tree, a figure sat leisurely upon a bluestone.
He—clad in snow-white robes, his face concealed behind an ancient bronze mask.
He—surrounded by countless manifestations of cosmic energy and Dao rhythms, as if he had existed since the dawn of creation, observing all living beings.
He—the very root of this realm’s existence, capable of stirring the heavens with a mere wave of his hand.
"Senior... where is this place?"
Jiang Chulong asked timidly.
"Here? Just a humble abode I carved out beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to pass the time."
The man’s voice was calm, unperturbed.
Jiang Chulong: "!"
Her mind short-circuited.
Beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?
She had crossed an unfathomable distance to arrive... outside the known universe?
"Hahaha, just a minor trick. No need for alarm."
"If I can bring you here, I can certainly send you back."
The man’s ethereal voice drifted over once more.
With a wave of his hand, a stool materialized on the ground, and a tea set appeared on the stone table.
"Sit."
Dazed, Jiang Chulong walked over and sat down. It took her a long moment to regain her composure.
"Who... are you?"
"Why... did you bring me here?"
The closer she got, the more she felt the depth of this senior’s unfathomable mystery.
Even her cold, aloof father—who bore the destiny of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—had never given her the same overwhelming presence as this enigmatic man.
In all the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there were very few beings of such power.
And for someone like her, they should have been familiar names.
"My title..."
The mysterious man fell into contemplation, as if too much time had passed since anyone had addressed him. The weight of ages had dulled even his own name.
After a long pause, he finally spoke:
"I am known as... the Primordial Heavenly Lord."
Crack—
The moment the words left his lips, thunder split the sky.
Boom—
The winds howled, the clouds churned, and lightning danced wildly, bleaching the world in an instant of blinding white.
Jiang Chulong was terrified. Trembling, she looked up.
In the monochrome world of black and white, the silhouette of the man grew ever more distinct.
What boundless antiquity and transcendence!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
