"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."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
