You charged straight through three Star Harbor defense formations, leaving the formation mages who maintained them utterly dumbfounded—they felt like you understood these arrays better than they did.
At this moment, thanks to the effects of "Reverse Engineering," you could also see the original blueprints of the Star Harbor Grand Array.
But you couldn't set it up yourself, because many of the materials and components required were things you had never even heard of.
You took the starship out from your person, infused it with true qi, and restored it to its normal size.
You tossed the starship into the rainbow pillar of light.
You grabbed a few alien formation mages off the ground with one hand, clenching them in your palm.
"Spare us, Grand Marshal! We're just trying to make a living in the Winged God Cult! We don't approve of how they enslave the human race either!"
Your voice boomed like thunder.
"Activate the launch sequence of the Star Harbor Grand Array!"
"Alright, alright! We'll cast the spell right away!"
Having campaigned across Fubao Star for years, you had long since gathered information about the Star Harbor.
You knew this massive array had many functions related to starship operations—like a dock, capable of berthing ships, launching ships, unloading cargo, loading cargo, and so on.
Because the array was complex and enormous, activating each function required multiple formation mages working simultaneously, consuming large amounts of source stones, and requiring the coordination of hundreds of soldiers.
As a transcendent-rank formation mage, if you could have activated it alone, you wouldn't be threatening them now.
That group of formation mages scurried off with their subordinates to get to work.
Whether they were genuinely activating it or just putting on a show—they couldn't fool you, because you probably understood it better than they did.
The soldiers stationed at the harbor saw that you were about to activate the grand array and quickly broke away from the rebels' entanglement, trying to stop you.
Whenever they came at you in waves, you trampled them dead. Another wave came, you trampled them dead.
Like stepping on ants.
The commanding officers, all in the Qi Transformation realm, saw the situation and immediately gave orders.
"Never mind this Chen Yi! Kill the formation mages! Let's see how he activates the Star Harbor!"
The stationed soldiers split into multiple squads, charging at the formation mage teams who were busy working across different sections of the array.
The Star Harbor covered a vast area, and you couldn't be everywhere at once.
Fortunately, tens of thousands of rebel soldiers were there to help.
They too split into multiple groups, hunting down the stationed soldiers to stop them from killing the formation mages—which would stop you from activating the harbor and preventing your escape.
You shouted at the formation mages: "Don't stop!! Activate the Star Harbor as fast as you can! Otherwise, you're all dead!"
The stationed soldiers' commander shouted back: "Stop right now! You're aiding the enemy! You're all dead!"
Those formation mages were utterly miserable.
Damn it—the enemy wants to kill us, and now our own people want to kill us too?
Either way, we're dead. Might as well hurry up and activate the Star Harbor, get the starship airborne, and ride it out of here ourselves!
The formation mages were far apart from each other, but at that moment, no words were needed—they all reached the same unspoken understanding.
These alien formation mages' hands flew up and down, while their assistant squads scurried about hauling source stones and materials, bustling with frantic energy.
The stationed soldiers' actions met fierce resistance from you and the rebels, and they were rapidly losing numbers. Trying to kill the formation mages to stop you was clearly no longer possible.
Just as everything was looking great—
Outside the Star Harbor, a massive force was approaching.
The dust they kicked up was like a ferocious sandstorm, blotting out the sky.
It was an armed legion from a local branch shrine—not many, just a few thousand.
Their leader was an old acquaintance—White Priest Kaideli.
The branch shrine he served was not located here, yet he was the first to arrive as reinforcement.
He had also brought many humans.
They were locked in wheeled cages, pulled along by the church's cavalry, jostling and bumping all the way.
The people in the cages were now haggard beyond belief, bodies covered in bruises from being tossed around inside the iron cages the entire journey.
Kaideli shouted toward the Star Harbor, his voice amplified through immortal arts so everyone could hear.
"Rebels!! Lay down your arms and surrender! We swear by the name of the Winged God that we will not kill you! If you continue to aid Chen Yi in his crimes... look who these people are!"
Who were these people?
Too far away—hard to make out clearly.
But Kaideli had anticipated this.
He drew a red divine sigil in the sky, and the sigil rippled outward like water, then began to display images.
This massive image spanning the sky showed close-ups of the people locked in those cages.
"Father? Mother?! They've captured my parents!"
"Sister! That's my sister! You bastards! What did you do to my sister?!"
"T-that... is that my daughter? No... please..."
The rebels' fighting spirit instantly crumbled.
Fortunately, the stationed soldiers received orders to stop attacking, and instead pulled back to keep distance from the rebels.
On the battlefield, you looked at the rebel soldiers ahead, wounded by the blow aimed at their loved ones, then looked back at the massive starship behind you.
You let out a faint sigh, your body slowly shrinking until you stood on the deck of the starship.
You didn't want to shout slogans now, nor did you want to encourage the soldiers to keep fighting.
You chose to respect each person's individual fate.
"Yingzi, that's your father."
You saw the image in the sky pause on Liu Tian's face.
He was covered in wounds, hair disheveled, clothes torn, thin and sallow as he had been the very first time they met.
Liu Ying said nothing. She kept her head down, not daring to look.
The rebels had been fighting the Winged God Cult for years.
The Winged God Cult wasn't a bunch of fools—they'd been investigating the identities of rebel members too.
Though they couldn't uncover everyone, the main cavalry unit that followed you—they could still dig up a few names if they tried.
Kaideli was a cunning opponent.
After failing to capture you multiple times, he'd turned his attention to the families of your subordinates.
This scene before them—everyone had imagined it the moment they chose to rebel.
But when the moment truly came, everyone discovered they weren't as strong as they thought they'd be.
"Loyalty" and "filial piety" were like two sharp saws, viciously tearing through the hearts of the rebel soldiers.
Kaideli knew his scheme had succeeded, and he burst into laughter.
"Well then! This little rebellion is over! Now, I demand you dismantle that starship! Then lay down your weapons and put on the shackles!
Do this, and you and your families live!
As for you, Chen Yi, I will personally finish you off! Hahaha!!"
This man had only ever fought your clone, thinking your actual skill wasn't much to fear.
All eyes were now fixed on the rebels.
You had already returned to normal human size, standing atop the enormous, expanded starship. The wind from the heights blew past your unyielding gaze.
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...
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?"
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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
