"Just now." Fang Zhiyi smiled, though his face remained ferocious. "As long as the Great Dao is found, humans can become immortals, ghosts can become immortals, and demons can become immortals too."
"Impossible! In such a short time, you couldn't possibly have done it..."
Fang Zhiyi looked into the distance with a hint of melancholy. "I know their character better than you do, yet after a thousand years, they are still demons... This actually made me realize that it's not that they don't want to become immortals, but rather they just don't want to be playthings in your palms."
"But I am different. I am a monster who can steal the secrets of heaven." Fang Zhiyi grinned savagely and stepped forward to deliver a kick. "Who told you I was a god?"
The old man instinctively tried to block, but he still couldn't withstand the kick. His entire body flew backward. Before he even hit the ground, Fang Zhiyi appeared beside him and smashed down another punch.
"You, you actually dare to hit me!"
"So what!"
Up in the sky.
"Great Sage, please trouble yourself to let us pass." A divine general looked grimly at the monkey sitting cross-legged in the middle of the path.
"No can do. Rules of the martial world: a one-on-one is a one-on-one. Back then, you guys didn't follow martial ethics, but today that won't fly."
"Great Sage, this has nothing to do with that. Now that the secrets of heaven have leaked, it will inevitably cause turmoil in the Three Realms. Please step aside!"
Sun Wukong shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"You monkey, don't think that just because you've become a Buddha now, we won't dare to fight you!"
Sun Wukong wore a smile, the golden cudgel in his hand gradually lengthening. A voice also came from behind him, "Monkey, you won this bet again."
Yang Jian walked over carrying wine and sat directly beside him. "Here, the wine I lost to you."
"This person is truly quite interesting."
"Divine Lord, why are you also..."
"What? Do you want to fight me too?"
"We wouldn't dare."
Yang Jian turned to look at Sun Wukong. "Though speaking of which, Nezha is moving a bit slow."
Little Hei was currently looking immensely proud. "How about it? How is this aura of the Heavenly Dao I got for you?"
"If you stole it, just say you stole it."
"Took! They all take it, so what if I took a little?" Little Hei was very proud.
Fang Zhiyi ignored him and turned to stare at the half-dead old man. "It looks like your reinforcements won't be coming anytime soon. Now tell me, where is that mouse?"
"It, it has already been completely destroyed in body and soul!" The old man named Perfected Yuanxu was complaining bitterly in his heart. He never expected this ant to actually steal the power of the Heavenly Dao. Now he couldn't escape, nor could he win in a fight. If he had been able to join the ranks of true immortals, he absolutely wouldn't have ended up in this situation!
Unfortunately, it was too late for all that.
Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually turned cold. "It died, so why are you still alive?"
"Destiny! It is all destiny! Everything in the world is predetermined! If it wanted to exchange its life for yours, it naturally had to pay the price!"
"Your destiny is not my destiny. That is none of my business. I just want my person back, do you understand?"
Perfected Yuanxu was on the verge of tears. As a deity, he had never been so aggrieved.
"The Demon Execution Platform! It was sent to the Demon Execution Platform long ago! It cannot be saved!"
"Then, I can only ask you to die. If I can't get it back, I can only seek justice for it. After all, it did call me master." Fang Zhiyi raised his hand again. This time, his hand was brimming with the destiny of the Heavenly Dao that Little Hei had stolen. Seeing Fang Zhiyi's action, Perfected Yuanxu turned deathly pale with fright. "You cannot kill me. Killing me is declaring war on thousands of deities! My master will not let you off either..."
"Have some shame. Do you really think I've never seen a god? You are at most a reserve. I'm afraid your status as a deity was also exchanged for human lives."
Perfected Yuanxu was terrified. "You, how did you..."
"How did I know, right? Because I fought with a pretty capable god of yours. As for someone like you, bah!"
"Stop!" A cold voice came from behind, accompanied by an immense sense of oppression.
Fang Zhiyi did not turn his head. He could feel the abnormality in his body, but his raised hand still pressed down steadily. Taking this blow, Perfected Yuanxu's entire body expanded rapidly. Fang Zhiyi's attack method was very simple: forcibly pouring the destiny of the Heavenly Dao into his body. Perfected Yuanxu couldn't withstand it, and his body exploded directly.
"You're quite late." Fang Zhiyi only turned his head after finishing all this, and saw a... woman with attendants?
"Arrogant fool! Stealing the secrets of heaven and killing a high immortal, the world will not tolerate you!" The female immortal did not waste words. She simply raised her hand, and the magical artifact in her hand rapidly enlarged, smashing straight toward Fang Zhiyi.
"Get ready to retreat!" Little Hei grabbed Fang Zhiyi.
This was Fang Zhiyi's gamble, and it was also his gamble. As long as they escaped now, they would win.
But the next moment, the descending great seal was hit by something, and its downward momentum slowed for a moment. Immediately after, several figures darted out.
"Do not hurt our great king!"
"Bastard gods!"
Over a dozen demon kings appeared one after another, emitting tyrannical demonic auras, using the weapons in their hands to desperately resist the great seal.
"A bunch of idiots," Fang Zhiyi commented, and Little Hei's movements also slowed down a bit.
Da Huang even took the time to turn around and smile. "Great King, you didn't call us when you were going to do something big. We've found them an eyesore for a long time."
"Exactly!"
"Trying to sever ties with us won't work, Great King!"
The female immortal's expression did not change. "Since you want to die, you can accompany him in death. Hit by my Earth-Suppressing Seal, even if..."
Before she could finish her words, several figures slowly appeared out of thin air. The leading immortal, dressed as a Daoist, gently raised the whisk in his hand, and the great seal could no longer sink even an inch.
"High immortal, what kind of grudge do you have that makes you strike so heavily?"
Fang Zhiyi instinctively looked up and met the eyes of the leading Daoist. At this moment, Fang Zhiyi felt a chill down his spine.
Why did this person look more and more like...
"Master! Senior Brother!" Black Bear Spirit came sprinting over, kicking up billowing smoke and dust behind him. His face was full of excitement, but then he froze for a moment. "And, uh, Grandmaster?"
Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes. Oh mother, if he had known, he wouldn't have cursed.
He had even smashed their incense offerings today. He was probably finished.
"Heavenly Venerable Lingde, this matter has nothing to do with you. This mortal stole the secrets of heaven, and only his death can..."
"I was wondering who it was. Holy Mother Lingxi, why aren't you staying in your Western Paradise? What are you doing running over to our place?" A lazy voice sounded. Holy Mother Lingxi turned her head in surprise and saw the figure that gave her a headache.
Sun Wukong stood there carrying his golden cudgel on his shoulder. Beside him stood Yang Jian and a short fellow.
"Victorious Fighting Buddha, why are you here..."
The short fellow pointed the Fire-Tipped Spear in his hand forward. "Cut the crap, let's get her!"
Yang Jian grabbed Nezha. "Don't be hasty, don't be hasty."
"The Three Realms do not interfere with mortal affairs. You, Holy Mother Lingxi, have appeared, yet you question Old Sun instead?" Sun Wukong smiled. "A fight should be between equals. I despise seeing the strong bully the weak."
The scene fell into a stalemate.
"Is this boy an acquaintance of yours?" Holy Mother Lingxi asked, pointing at Fang Zhiyi.
Sun Wukong gave him a meaningful glance, then shook his head and said, "I don't know him, so stop making wild guesses. Old Sun came purely because I couldn't stand by and watch anymore."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
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."
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.
