"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."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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
