[Year 26, Age 45.]
[In just two short years, you gave mobilization speeches to all the major factions across the Five Domains.]
[You made a round trip to the Eight Pillars of the Five Domains: the Limitless Sword Sect, Ten Thousand Dharmas Sect, Heavenly Secret Pavilion, Pill Fragrance Valley, Divine Weapon Pavilion, Eight Trigrams Sect, Beast Taming Sect, and Vajra Temple.]
[You also left your footprints among the tribal factions of the Northern Frontier, the royal forces of the Central Plains, the various nations of the Southern Borders, and the religious powers of Western Liang.]
[Every time you visited a place, you didn't go for nothing.]
[You either collected some gifts or engaged in academic exchanges.]
[Gradually, you discovered that your own knowledge and expertise seemed to have improved through these seemingly unrelated activities.]
["The masters were indeed experienced. Traveling around has truly given me new insights and broken my bottleneck!"]
[Now, you were about to return to the Star Domain. You felt that you could forge an Immortal Artifact!]
[Also, on a side note.]
[The MVP trait of these past two years was undoubtedly Chinese Succubus.]
[You found that this trait didn't have the same effect on everyone.]
[For some, you only needed to say one sentence, and they would believe you, even willing to follow you.]
[For others, you had to waste a lot of breath. Your logic had to be perfectly consistent for them to believe you. To go a step further and gain their loyalty and followership, you had to display personal charisma.]
[This difference had nothing to do with cultivation realms.]
["It's probably because everyone's willpower is different. Thinking about it in reverse, I can actually use this trait to filter out a group of people with firm willpower."]
[Of course, this wasn't your current focus.]
[You returned to the Star Domain and wrote out a list of resources needed to forge the Immortal Artifact, the Myriad Soul Banner.]
[After reading it, Shen Yue kept shaking his head.]
["Brother Chen, the materials you're asking for are too precious, and you want multiple sets until you succeed. This is a bit too much."]
["You're not approving it?"]
["I have to consider the Shen family. Especially now, we are helping the martial artists of the surface factions grow stronger every day, helping them cultivate their younger generation. We need to be frugal with our resources."]
["If the Human Realm is gone, is the Shen family going to keep these resources as burial goods?"]
["That may be true, but the Human Realm is still perfectly fine. The Shen family hasn't reached the point of burning our boats yet, right?"]
["Fine, I'll go find my brother-in-law."]
["Then again, resources of this level are useless to others. Only an Immortal-tier Artifact Refiner like you would need them. Rather than letting them gather dust in the warehouse, it's better to put them to good use!"]
[You managed to get a huge pile of precious Immortal Artifact materials from the Shen family.]
[Watching this, a group of Immortal-tier Artifact Refiners had eyes full of burning desire.]
["Oh my! I haven't seen this many natural treasures in my entire life!"]
[You didn't call these old masters over to show off, but to have them help you forge and speed up the progress.]
[You had experimented before: if others helped you forge the individual components and you assembled them at the end.]
[This would not trigger Enhancement!]
[The trait obviously didn't allow you to exploit this loophole.]
[However, if others pre-processed the raw materials, there was no problem.]
[The more precious the artifact refining material, the more troublesome the pre-processing.]
[Because most of them were extremely sturdy, requiring complex procedures to turn them into a malleable state.]
[With the help of these old masters, this step could be sped up significantly.]
[Year 27, Age 46.]
[Forging an Immortal Artifact was by no means an easy task.]
[It was only because you had ten Immortal-tier Artifact Refiners helping you that you managed to speed up the progress.]
[During this time, you communicated with the Carefree Holy Land again and learned that the date for the Holy Son finals had been set for three years later.]
["Another three years of extreme artifact refining! Artifact Refining Master, give me an outburst!"]
[Year 28, Age 47.]
[Refining artifacts.]
[Year 29, Age 48.]
[A complete Myriad Soul Banner, identical to the original blueprint of the Myriad Soul Banner, was forged!]
[The artifact spirit of the Myriad Soul Banner also successfully moved in.]
[But when you unleashed the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, the entire artifact ran along with it, falling apart in the process.]
[The physical Myriad Soul Banner ran in front, the spirit chased from behind, and finally, it stared at you in dismay.]
["What's the deal, bro? Am I supposed to streak?"]
["Failed again..."]
[Seeing that you had to return to the Carefree Holy Land next year, you figured the forging of the Myriad Soul Banner might have to be postponed.]
[At this moment, the Myriad Soul Banner coughed and said indifferently.]
["Alright, bro, I admit you're a little genius at artifact refining. But an Immortal Artifact, hmph! It's an Immortal Artifact! How could it be that easy to make?"]
["Are you itching for a beating?"]
["What I mean is, I have a way to let you quickly forge my main body!"]
["Why didn't you say so earlier if you had a way? You enjoy watching me get covered in ash and dirt every day burning the furnace, right?"]
["Cough, cough... It would've been useless to say it earlier. Your skill level wasn't there yet. Even if I gave you my method, you wouldn't have been able to pull it off."]
["Spit it out!"]
["When the artifact is on the verge of completion, throw my spirit body into the forging furnace. Use my spirit to penetrate the entire artifact, making it fuse together inside and out, so it will no longer fall apart from bearing too much power!"]
[You hesitated slightly.]
[This meant refining the spirit of the Myriad Soul Banner as well.]
[If it failed, both the spirit and the materials would be lost.]
["Forget it, there's no rush."]
["No, bro, your artifact refining skills are already very strong. Those old geezers have to call you senior brother now. Even if you study it further in the future, you might not succeed. Immortal Artifacts are already hard to make, and I, the Myriad Soul Banner, am the Immortal Artifact among Immortal Artifacts, the boldest of the bold! Forging my main body is even harder! If you don't use this method, you might not succeed even if you were given another hundred years!"]
["Give it a gamble?"]
["Not a gamble, go all out! Whether I can restore my past glory all depends on this! Once my main body is complete, I'd like to see which little punk dares to call me a low-grade Earth-tier spiritual artifact!!"]
[Inside the Cauldron Realm, the Demon Refining Pot sneezed.]
["Hey! Damn it, who's cursing me?"]
[You informed the other Immortal-tier Artifact Refiners of the Myriad Soul Banner's method, wanting to discuss it with them to formulate a safer artifact refining approach.]
["Ah? You have a Myriad Soul Banner?"]
["That's not the point."]
["Ah? You want to refine the artifact spirit together during the forging process?"]
["That is the point. Do any of you seniors have experience in this area?"]
["It's very unlikely. It's always artifact first, then spirit. Now you want spirit first, then artifact. It's simply reversing the natural order."]
[Although they hadn't used this method to refine artifacts, they were ultimately extremely experienced and could always draw analogies.]
[You took the lead in refining, while the ten seniors assisted from the side.]
[In less than a year, the true Myriad Soul Banner was forged!]
[On the day it was forged, a heaven and earth phenomenon actually appeared within the Star Domain.]
[Rolling golden waves surged beneath the starry sky, and countless figures stood upon these waves. Their faces were blurred, but one could distinguish men and women, old and young, of all shapes and sizes.]
[Above this myriad of sentient beings stood the back of a colossal giant, clad in imperial robes and wearing a crown.]
[Celestial music played in unison, resonating like the peal of a great cosmic bell, incomparably sacred.]
[Everyone who witnessed this phenomenon was astonished, unsure of what it could mean.]
Important Notice:
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0. Drawing One Trait a Year, Even in Simulations?
1. Lord of Ten Thousand Traits
2. We Agreed on One Trait a Year, What the Heck is the Lord of Ten Thousand Traits?
3. Simulation is the Path to Invincibility, More Traits Mean More Paths
4. We Agreed on One Trait a Year, But You're Drawing Them in the Simulation?
5. Immortal Martial Longevity: Starting from Drawing a Simulator
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
