"I see."
Chen Changsheng nodded with a look of understanding, then turned to look at the man.
"I didn't expect a guy like you to be quite inspiring. At the very least, you're much better than those three who had golden fingers but were still plotted to death by you."
Hearing this and seeing Chen Changsheng casually mention the words golden fingers, the man immediately knew that he was probably dead for sure.
However, he was still somewhat unwilling to accept it. He struggled to look up at Chen Changsheng, wanting to say something.
But before he could speak, the palm Chen Changsheng had placed on his head moved.
The next moment, his body began to crumble into pieces.
It wasn't until his body completely dissipated that Chen Changsheng withdrew his hand, now holding an extremely ordinary storage bag.
"Impressive. In a world without immortal cultivation, to actually manage to refine a storage bag and such a pile of dharma treasures."
Chen Changsheng sighed in admiration.
These demonic cultivators were truly ruthless and merciless people.
Not to mention those dharma treasures, even this storage bag was completely built upon human lives.
The storage runes inside were entirely drawn using the heart's essence blood of countless people, just to create this storage bag that was only a few cubic meters in size.
As Chen Changsheng thought about this, he casually crushed the storage bag in his hand, and three items immediately burst out from it.
One was a Myriad Soul Banner that had gathered over ten million vengeful spirits.
Another was a blood-colored longsword forged from countless amounts of fresh blood.
The last was a bone flying sword constructed from countless skeletons.
All three items had reached the level of true dharma treasures. If their full power erupted, all of Japan could easily be wiped flat.
Unfortunately, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, these were nothing more than dispensable trinkets.
"Forget it, I should first go find Rikka or Eriri and the others, and have them send these three things to my main body."
Chen Changsheng did not care about these three dharma treasures, but he was extremely interested in the souls of the three transmigrators inside the Myriad Soul Banner.
If he guessed correctly, this world had not merged with Naruto and Bleach, meaning the powers of the Naruto guy and the Bleach guy both originated from their respective golden fingers.
And Chen Changsheng was incredibly interested in these golden fingers.
So, he decided to have Rikka and the others send these items directly to his main body.
...
Outside a secluded villa in the suburbs of Tokyo, Eriri looked at the Rikka sisters approaching from a distance, waving her hands and shouting loudly, "Rikka! Sister Toka! Over here! Hurry up and come over."
As the two girls walked into the villa, Eriri immediately closed the main door and then pulled them toward the basement.
When they arrived at their destination, they found that the entire basement was located dozens of meters underground, and there were several passages leading outside.
At this time, Rikka and her sister also met Eriri's parents.
"This is a shelter my husband secretly built back when he was obsessed with doomsday movies. Honestly, even I only found out about this place today."
Sayuri rolled her eyes at her husband with a helpless look, but old man Spencer had a proud expression on his face.
"There's a cold storage in the villa, and inside is enough supplies for the five of us for three months. The supplies are updated several times a year, so everyone can rest assured."
However, just as he finished speaking proudly, the necklace around Toka's neck burst into radiant light, and a figure everyone was extremely familiar with emerged from it.
"Mr. Chen?"
"Brother Changsheng?"
Toka looked at Chen Changsheng, a flash of excitement passing through her beautiful eyes.
Seeing this, however, Chen Changsheng smiled and waved his hand.
"Everyone, the crisis has been temporarily resolved."
"Eh? Resolved? But my shelter just started up!"
Old man Spencer looked at Chen Changsheng in disbelief. His mood was incredibly complex, feeling both the relief of the crisis being lifted and the frustration that his shelter seemed useless again.
However, Eriri, standing to the side, angrily started punching her dad.
"Dad, seriously! Don't show that kind of expression at a time like this! If possible, I wouldn't want to live in any shelter anyway!"
"Yes, yes, I know!"
Old man Spencer looked at his daughter helplessly, but then a smile appeared on his face.
Although it was a bit regrettable that his shelter didn't get the chance to be used, the resolution of the crisis was undoubtedly fantastic news.
But at this moment, Chen Changsheng looked at the group.
"Although the crisis has been resolved, Tokyo has almost been destroyed by now. Rebuilding it will likely take quite a while, so you will still need to stay in this shelter for some time."
"All of Tokyo has almost been destroyed?"
"Yes."
Chen Changsheng nodded. Then, no longer paying attention to the shocked crowd, he looked at Rikka and raised his hand to summon the three dharma treasures.
"Rikka, please send these three dharma treasures as a red envelope to my main body."
Hearing this, Rikka nodded without hesitation, took the dharma treasures, and began to send them.
Meanwhile, Toka stood to the side, looking at Chen Changsheng as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and secretly nodded to her. Then, his spiritual space expanded, pulling everyone into it.
"Everyone, although the crisis is temporarily resolved, your world has now become even more dangerous. Countless gods and demons that were originally just legends have now become real existences in this world, so you must not slack off in your cultivation in the slightest."
As he said this, the entire spiritual space rapidly shifted, showing the Norse pantheon, the Indian pantheon, the Eastern pantheon, Heaven, the Underworld...
Countless terrifying alternate dimensions and powerhouses manifested before their eyes.
And Chen Changsheng's gaze remained locked with Toka's.
Seeing this, the thoughts in Toka's heart grew a bit firmer.
...
In the Cultivation World, at the Chen family, Chen Changsheng looked at the three dharma treasures in his hand. He casually sold the bone flying sword and the blood-colored longsword to the chat group's store, obtaining over twenty thousand points, and then looked into the Myriad Soul Banner.
Or rather, his gaze was mainly focused on the Naruto guy and the other two transmigrators inside the Myriad Soul Banner.
At this moment, the three were being besieged by countless fierce souls inside the Myriad Soul Banner. The Naruto guy and the incubus guy had absolutely no power to resist. Instead, it was the Bleach guy, wielding an unreleased Ryujin Jakka, who was frantically slaughtering those fierce souls.
However, the more fierce souls he killed, the denser the blood-red color in his eyes became. In fact, by this point, he had long since lost his consciousness, leaving only the urge to kill, kill, kill in his mind.
This was the Myriad Soul Banner, the nemesis of all souls.
The few thousands of years of foundation of the Bleach world was like a greenhorn compared to the millions and tens of millions of years of accumulation by the demonic cultivators of the Cultivation World.
After entering the Myriad Soul Banner, there was only one outcome for the Bleach guy, and that was to completely sink into depravity, ultimately turning into a new fierce soul.
However, Chen Changsheng didn't care about the three of them; what he cared about was the golden fingers they might possess.
And as his spiritual space covered the interior of the Myriad Soul Banner, all of the trio's secrets were completely revealed before him.
"This is?"

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?!

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."

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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.”