[Injured Man: “Sect Master Ma, Brother Shen, I’m not going to make it. I can only entrust this child to you… Please, you must take him to Purple Violet Star. Once he gets there… he’ll be safe…”]
[Shen Yifeng: “Mr. Xun! Mr. Xun, hang in there! I have some healing pills here, refined by the Sixth Elder of my sect. They’re extraordinarily effective. You can still be saved!”]
[Injured Man: “Don’t waste your resources. It wasn’t easy for you to develop this far… I was wounded by a divine ability. Divine power has pierced through my body, and ordinary pills won’t be able to heal me…”]
[Ma Bang: “Mr. Xun, the other brothers…”]
[Injured Man: “They’re all dead. I can only rely on you now… I know this is difficult… I can only trust in your character, and in the oath you swore when you first joined the Society…”]
[The scene transmitted back from the Myriad Ghosts Market.]
[You saw Mr. Xun, in the final moment of his life, look at the boy in his arms—who was not yet three years old—with a benevolent smile.]
[Then, with both hands, he lifted the boy and handed him to Shen Yifeng.]
[That single gesture exhausted the last of his strength.]
[The man pitched forward and collapsed into a pool of blood, falling still.]
[The Ten Thousand Souls Banner told you that Mr. Xun’s soul had faded into a thread so thin it was barely visible. His soul had dispersed at the instant of his death, leaving nothing to recover.]
[“Mr. Xun! Mr. Xun!”]
[Shen Yifeng and Ma Bang sprawled over Mr. Xun’s body, looking utterly grief-stricken.]
[Then Ma Bang rose, snatched the boy from Shen Yifeng’s arms, and fell to his knees.]
[“Master! I can never repay your nurturing kindness in this life. I’ll do it in the next. Let me handle this!”]
[Shen Yifeng shook his head firmly.]
[“No! With all our superiors sacrificed, I’m the highest-ranking person here. You must obey my orders! Let me go!”]
[“No! I’ll go!”]
[“I’ll go!”]
[“I’ll go!”]
[As the two argued, you suddenly spoke.]
[“How about I go?”]
[The two turned to look at you. You stood at the entrance to the cellar, arms folded across your chest, your back against the wall, moonlight illuminating half your face.]
[When they saw you approaching, Shen Yifeng and Ma Bang grew somewhat flustered.]
[“I heard everything.”]
[Ma Bang stared at you in surprise.]
[“You heard everything? You know now that we’re members of the Society of Kindling?”]
[“Oh, I only just found that out. Now explain—what exactly is going on? And what is the Society of Kindling?”]
[Seeing that he could no longer keep it from you, Shen Yifeng told you the truth.]
[From him, you learned that, in the vast universe, humanity was in a dire situation. Only the few ancient clans with long-standing inheritances could live and cultivate normally.]
[Everywhere else, the alien races shared a tacit understanding: they would not allow the gifted among humanity to grow.]
[They used all kinds of methods and excuses—or no excuse at all—to inspect the cultivation aptitude of newborns.]
[If they discovered a child with outstanding aptitude, they would find some pretext, or simply kill the child outright.]
[This was not unfamiliar to you.]
[Fortune Star was an extreme example of this system.]
[Firelight Star was somewhat better. At the very least, those with poor aptitude could still scrape together a living and enjoy a degree of freedom.]
[But it was true that you had never seen any exceptionally gifted humans here.]
[Otherwise, the Firewood Sect would not have become the most powerful human sect on the planet.]
[“I know what you want to ask: why is it like this?
Unfortunately…
It happened too long ago.
So long ago that even the alien races no longer know why they suppress humanity, and even we humans no longer know why we are treated this way.
It is as though everything has been this way since antiquity.”]
[“Then the Society of Kindling is…”]
[“Where there is oppression, there will naturally be resistance. But humanity has always been weak. To confront so many alien races head-on would be no different from giving them a legitimate excuse to wipe us all out.
And so, the Society of Kindling was founded.
The Society of Kindling exists to protect the gifted among humanity from the aliens’ persecution, helping them grow and set foot on the path of cultivation.
We hope that, one day, humanity will once again give birth to a powerhouse at the level of an Emperor of Heaven, completely overturning the situation in which our people are oppressed by the myriad races!
The Society of Kindling is an underground organization. We have no public headquarters and communicate solely through one-way lines.
But the Society of Kindling is enormous, spanning the entire universe. Wherever humans can be found, there are members of the Society of Kindling!”]
[Ma Bang let out a sigh.]
[“Actually, according to the Society of Kindling’s rules, anyone who learns our identity must either join the Society of Kindling or…”]
[You knew what Ma Bang meant. You also knew they could not—and would not—lay a hand on you.]
[“So this child is a prodigy? How can you tell? He’s still so young. As far as I know, an immortal root cannot be detected when a child is too young, because it hasn’t fully developed yet.”]
[Shen Yifeng did not say anything. Instead, he pried open the sleeping child’s chubby little hands, which were clenched into fists.]
[“Shing!!”]
[In an instant, golden light illuminated the entire cellar.]
[In the child’s palms, the character “sun” appeared on his left hand, while the character “moon” appeared on his right!]
[“A natural celestial omen!”]
[You had heard of people like this while you were in the Human Realm.]
[They were geniuses among geniuses, monsters among monsters!]
[Their talents were so powerful that they could not be concealed, causing all kinds of extraordinary phenomena to appear on their bodies.]
[Such people did not merely possess a high-grade immortal root. Eight times out of ten, they also possessed a special constitution, a special soul, and heaven-defying fortune—the whole package!]
[“If this child grows up safely, he’ll certainly become extraordinary!”]
[Shen Yifeng nodded.]
[“That is why, even if it costs me my life, I must take him to Purple Violet Star! To pass on the torch and protect humanity’s bloodline—that was the oath I swore when I joined the Society of Kindling!”]
[“Why Purple Violet Star? Aren’t the humans there persecuted as well?”]
[“Mr. Xun had no time to explain. He only left us this.”]
[Shen Yifeng unfolded a slip of paper. Written on it was a poem.]
[“What is this?”]
[“The poem conceals the identity of the contact on Purple Violet Star, as well as the time, location, and password for the rendezvous. Once I hand the child over to the contact, my mission will be complete.”]
[You glanced at the poem.]
[“When the stars Shen and Shang turn over Dongting in autumn, at dawn’s moon a traveler reaches the ancient ferry. If you ask what is stored within the sack, half the boat holds moonlight, half the boat holds gulls.”]
[You could not make anything of it for the moment. It might be some kind of riddle.]
[“Senior Shen, you should know that humans aren’t allowed into Firelight Star’s spaceport, right?”]
[“Of course I know.”]
[“Then how do you plan to take this child away?”]
[Shen Yifeng gave a bitter smile.]
[“There’s only one way: risk everything.”]
[“Then everything the Firewood Sect has worked so hard to build will be reduced to nothing.”]
[“I won’t drag the sect’s disciples into this. Tomorrow, I’ll destroy my own face and take the child away from here. When the time comes, I’ll force my way into the spaceport and leave aboard the starship this child is carrying!”]
[You noticed that the child was indeed wearing a starship around his neck. Starships could be freely resized.]
“Senior, your plan is tantamount to suicide.”
“I’m old. What have I to fear from death? I only regret that I won’t be able to complete my mission!”
Moonlight spills into the cellar, forming a halo around you. Every word you utter lands with weight.
“I’m the only one who can get this child off the Firelight Star!”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?"
