Looking at Dong Chenglin, who knew almost nothing, the mighty figures of the various sects all frowned. However, seeing Fang Zhiyi's meaningful expression, these shrewd individuals decided to observe quietly. At this moment, Dong Chenglin was slowly absorbing the spiritual energy provided by the pills according to Fang Zhiyi's instructions. He vaguely felt a massive energy accumulating within his body, a sensation that filled him with wild joy.
"Brother Fang, this kid obviously isn't any good. Why are you letting him ascend?" a rather overly-familiar transmigrator asked Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, "Don't ask. I promised earlier that I would let you all go home. Have you thought it over?"
The one who had been missing his parents earlier raised his hand first: "I want to go back!"
Ling'er pondered for a moment and shook her head, "I'm staying here. I like farming."
"I want to go back too."
"I'm not leaving. My parents are both dead."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at these transmigrators. They were considered anomalies even among transmigrators; each one either wanted to lie flat or just survive quietly. "I will only say this once. After this time, I might not be able to help you anymore."
The few of them looked at him and, after a moment, all nodded firmly. After they bid farewell to each other, Fang Zhiyi called out Little Hei.
Little Hei was somewhat impatient, but considering the systems inside these kids were quite appetizing, it still extended its tentacles. With rough movements, it threw the transmigrators who wanted to go home into the air.
Those who chose to stay couldn't see it; they only knew that their companions, who had just been wishing them well, suddenly collapsed headfirst, instantly losing their breath.
"Brother Fang, will they... I mean, will the original people never come back either?"
"They won't come back. Those systems forcefully occupied their bodies..." Fang Zhiyi looked up at the sky. Little Hei nervously waved its tentacles: "Don't drag me into this, what you're doing is... is..."
It was uncharacteristically flustered.
Fang Zhiyi chuckled and said nothing.
The ascension proceeded as usual.
As the first heavenly lightning struck down, several Tribulation Transcendence realm experts from other sects made their moves to block it, followed closely by the second and third strikes.
Countless cultivators watched this scene with their mouths wide open.
The heavenly lightning of ascension was incredibly fierce. In the end, even Fang Zhiyi took action. The sect master and elders of the original Heaven-Piercing Sect all stepped forward; after all, Fang Zhiyi had not mistreated them over the years.
Fortunately, it was a success.
Dong Chenglin slowly rose into the air, laughing wildly. All the suppression he had felt over the years was shouted out. Hearing his foul language, it was as if all living beings in the cultivation world were merely his stepping stones. The mighty experts who had just fought desperately for him all held their breath in frustration.
Until... just as Dong Chenglin was about to disappear into that halo of light that all cultivators yearned for, Little Hei suddenly spiraled up the ascension passage. Its tentacles transformed into a giant claw, tearing open the golden-glowing halo with a single strike.
Immediately after, all the cultivators were stunned.
Dong Chenglin, who had already ascended, was now grabbed by a twisted palm. He screamed in terror, but it was of no use. Everyone clearly watched as that palm slowly fed him into a massive, grotesque mouth.
"Ascension really is a scam after all," Fang Zhiyi laughed out loud.
The mighty experts were all terrified. That colossal monster exuded a terrifying pressure that made even powerhouses of their realm tremble involuntarily—a pressure akin to the Heavenly Dao itself.
"Cultivation has always been a scam... The Heavenly Dao collapsed and twisted into a monster filled with greed. It has no heart to govern the myriad things of the world, which is why it lets those Extraterrestrial Demons come and go freely. Tricking you into ascending is merely to make you its food. I always found it strange why there was absolutely no news from those who ascended previously."
"How... could this be..." Someone's Dao heart collapsed.
A thousand-year-old mighty expert even burst into tears.
The scene descended into utter chaos.
Although Stone and the others were terrified, seeing Fang Zhiyi's calm demeanor, he reached out and slapped his own face, gritting his teeth to stand up straight. "Boss, what should we do from now on?"
Fang Zhiyi turned back to look at him, wanted to say something, but then closed his mouth. After a moment, he said, "Never mind, I've got to hand it to you guys. Watch closely, this move of mine."
He took a step forward. Fang Zhiyi, who had been at the Soul Severing realm for ten thousand years, broke through to the Body Integration realm with this single step. Everyone was stunned, countless gazes converging on him. Another step, Tribulation Transcendence. Fang Zhiyi was about to walk under the torn passage.
"Boss!" Stone was a bit panicked. He looked up at the monster above the Nine Heavens, his heart shaking violently!
"Cultivation, cultivation, what's so good about being an immortal anyway?" With Fang Zhiyi's muttering, he took his final step. Mahayana realm!
The monster above the Nine Heavens clearly paused. Fang Zhiyi suddenly soared into the air, crashing straight toward the rift.
"Today! I, Fang Zhiyi, shall slay this demon! I will forge a new path of ascension for the cultivation world!"
A muffled roar echoed through the rift, shaking a crowd of cultivators so much they couldn't stand steadily. Stone took the lead to kneel, followed by the other disciples of the Zhiyi Sect. The only two remaining transmigrators stared blankly at this Brother Fang whose true identity was a mystery.
"Lunatic," the sect master of the original Heaven-Piercing Sect muttered, though tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "This disciple of mine is a lunatic!"
This battle between a cultivator and the Heavenly Dao lasted for a full seven days. However, beneath the passage, people did not disperse; instead, more and more gathered. Even more cultivators who had heard the news rushed to this place.
They didn't know where their future lay, or even what the purpose of cultivation was anymore.
Until a beam of light suddenly shot down. Stone looked up and saw the golden light that once again filled the halo. Beyond the passage, the previous gloom had completely dissipated, replaced by the Nine Heavens filled with seven-colored rosy clouds.
"Stone respectfully sees off Senior Brother Fang!"
"Disciples respectfully see off the Sect Master!"
The people of the Zhiyi Sect all knelt down.
"Immortal Friend Fang Zhiyi... is truly the number one person in the cultivation world!" muttered the Sect Master of the Profound Fire Sect, who had been beaten by Fang Zhiyi previously. Then, he also knelt and gave a grand bow. "Fang Zhiyi! I submit to you!"
No matter who Fang Zhiyi was in the past, today, he was the savior of the entire cultivation world!
Fang Zhiyi disappeared, but his legend continued to circulate in the cultivation world.
The Zhiyi Sect evidently became the largest faction in the cultivation world.
"Our boss fought those mighty experts above his level, have you? Our boss beat up the Heavenly Dao, have you?"
The newcomers from the mortal realm listened in stunned silence. Disciples from other sects who came to recruit newcomers could only turn their heads away. There was nothing they could do; they couldn't afford to provoke them.
Ling'er tacitly continued to stay in the Zhiyi Sect, becoming a renowned farming boss of the sect. Meanwhile, the other transmigrator took up inventing. He always grabbed people who came from modern society to ask about knowledge points. In the future, this person created a cyber-cultivation model, setting off another revolutionary wave of technology and cultivation throughout the entire cultivation world.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
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.
