Chen Yi pointed toward the army behind the God of Fortune, as well as the many high-ranking officials of Sky City.
“Are you sure you want me to say it?”
“Of course!”
“In front of all these people?”
“Even if everyone here hears it, you must say it! Otherwise, you are an invader, and I will let you learn the fury of the Wingfolk!”
“I don’t think it would be appropriate to say it in public. Why don’t you and the Guardian come over so we can discuss it privately?”
The God of Fortune let out a cold snort, his voice full of authority.
“Absurd! Warriors of Sky City, where are you?”
At once, hundreds of thousands of Wingfolk cultivators shouted in unison. Their voices were deafening, like roaring mountains and raging seas.
“Pay homage to the great God of Fortune!”
The God of Fortune drew a golden sword from his waist and pointed it at Chen Yi.
“Raise your righteous spears against the invader!”
With the God of Fortune’s command, the army of Wingfolk cultivators launched its attack on Chen Yi.
Bound to one end of the Immortal-Binding Rope, Sotuofeiren shouted anxiously.
“Your Excellency, God of Fortune! I’m Sotuofeiren, the Lord of Alba City! Please make him release me before you attack!”
The God of Fortune heard him. Pointing at him with the golden sword that represented power and status, he said,
“He was the one who brought the invader here. Kill him first!”
Sotuofeiren froze on the spot. Then he turned and shouted at Chen Yi.
“Senior! You can’t abandon me!”
Chen Yi smiled at him, his gaze filled with benevolence.
“Lord Suo, rest assured. I will advance and retreat together with you!”
For some reason, an ominous feeling welled up in Sotuofeiren’s heart.
A moment later, he was transformed into a meteor hammer once again. Chen Yi swung him from east to west and from south to north.
The Wingfolk army charged forward, but like bowling pins, they were knocked sprawling one after another by Chen Yi’s hammer. They tumbled from the sky like dumplings dropping into a pot, crashing down into Sky City.
The impact shattered the once-sacred, radiant castles, sending dust and smoke billowing through the air.
Chen Yi took excellent care of Sotuofeiren. No matter how many times he was swung around and slammed into people, he would not die.
Death was out of the question. As for the pain, that was another matter entirely.
Chen Yi controlled his strength carefully. The Wingfolk cultivators he struck would not die either.
Chen Yi had no intention of showing mercy to the Wingfolk. He was merely leaving them a way out so that negotiations would remain possible. He did not want to create an irreconcilable deadlock and be unable to carry out his plans.
When it became clear that the army’s assault was accomplishing nothing, the Wingfolk’s Martial God-level experts also entered the fray.
Chen Yi was deliberately suppressing his strength, so dealing with them was somewhat more troublesome, especially amid the chaos.
But the attacks of these Martial Gods could not harm Chen Yi in the slightest.
Their blows struck his body with a series of clangs, yet he did not suffer so much as a scratch. Even his clothes remained completely intact under the protection of a layer of divine power.
After a long, exhausting struggle, the group of experts retreated, panting heavily, and reported to the God of Fortune.
“Great God of Fortune, we seem to be unable to injure him at all.”
The Wingfolk Guardian was an old man who leaned on a staff set with multicolored gemstones.
“Please remove the words ‘seem to be.’”
The God of Fortune’s brows drew tightly together.
If he still could not tell that Chen Yi was on an entirely different level from them, then he would have to be a complete fool.
“He has not launched a lethal attack. It seems he still wishes to negotiate with us.”
The Wingfolk Guardian nodded.
“Your Excellency, perhaps you should hear what he has to say.”
The God of Fortune had no other choice.
The warriors of Sky City had all been carefully selected elites from every corner of the Wing Realm.
They represented the pinnacle of the Wingfolk and their proudest honor.
Yet now, a single human was using their own people as a meteor hammer, smashing them around without giving them the slightest chance to fight back.
If their opponent had actually wanted to kill them, the corpses would already have been piled as high as mountains.
“Warriors of Sky City! You may withdraw! The opponent has decided to surrender and negotiate compensation with me!”
Chen Yi did not expose the lie.
After all, face was something both sides had to give each other.
The warriors of Sky City were not fools. They knew exactly what had happened.
But when a way down the stairs was offered, they had no choice but to take it. Otherwise, they could not blame their leader for making things difficult for them later.
Thus, the Wingfolk cultivators—many of them beaten black and blue, with some even missing limbs—stopped their attack and began cheering in unison.
“Victory belongs to the Wingfolk! The invader shall be judged! Pay homage to the great God of Fortune!”
Chen Yi offered his assessment.
“What a bunch of idiots.”
A short while later.
Inside Sky City’s magnificent Main Divine Hall, Chen Yi sat upon the throne reserved for honored guests.
Only three people were present in the hall: Chen Yi, the God of Fortune, and the Wingfolk Guardian.
“Speak, human. What exactly do you want to tell us? Why was it inconvenient to say it in public?”
Chen Yi stated his purpose directly, without beating around the bush.
“I am the Human Realm Guardian. There is a problem with our Five-Element Root Artifact, and I wish to borrow your Earth Spirit to help nourish and restore it.”
Chen Yi could simply lure out the Earth Spirit and place the Five-Element Root Artifact inside it to be nurtured.
That had been Hua Wuyan’s suggestion.
However, Hua Wuyan had overlooked one important detail.
The Guardian and the Earth Spirit were closely connected.
The Earth Spirit could be deceived, but how could the Guardian be deceived?
Of course, Chen Yi could simply kill the Guardian. The plane would naturally give birth to a new Guardian, but that would take a very long time.
Chen Yi did not merely want to hide the Sun-Moon Tower in the Wing Realm. He also wanted the people of the Wing Realm to protect it.
In other words, he wanted to consume their Earth Spirit while also having the Human Realm provide protection for the Sun-Moon Tower.
That was why resorting to slaughter would be counterproductive. If he pushed them too far, there was no way they would agree to his terms.
Even though Chen Yi had already been quite conciliatory, the moment he finished speaking, the God of Fortune and the Wingfolk Guardian still became furious.
“You want to use our Earth Spirit to restore your damaged Five-Element Root Artifact? Do you not know that doing so will consume the Earth Spirit’s spiritual essence, affect my people’s cultivation, and hinder the reproduction of all life in the Wing Realm?”
Most ordinary people might not know the details concerning the Earth Spirit, but the Guardian and the ruler of the realm could not possibly be ignorant of them.
Chen Yi smiled.
“There will indeed be some impact, but to be honest, I will not leave the Five-Element Root Artifact here for very long. I believe the effects will be acceptable.”
The Wingfolk Guardian slammed his staff against the ground and declared firmly,
“I refuse!”
The God of Fortune also rose to his feet, speaking with righteous conviction.
“For the sake of every living creature in the Wing Realm, I cannot accept such a thing either!”
Chen Yi’s expression turned cold.
“You should both understand that I could have spared myself this discussion entirely…”
Chen Yi revealed a hint of killing intent and gently circulated the divine power within his body, activating a divine art.
In an instant, the space around Chen Yi began to crack like shattered glass. The fractures slowly spread outward, and the surrounding space began to collapse.
“Crack… crack… crack…”
The sound of space breaking made the Wingfolk Guardian and the God of Fortune’s scalps prickle with fear.
The two of them immediately realized that this was not the sort of damage they had seen before, where a technique’s excessive destructive power damaged the surrounding space.
Chen Yi had not even moved.
This was the result of power exceeding the world’s limits—the world itself could no longer bear it and was beginning to collapse!
“You…”
The two were so shocked that they lost the ability to speak.
Seeing that Chen Yi had no intention of stopping, the Wingfolk Guardian immediately said,
“Please stop! I agree to your terms. The Earth Spirit of the Wing Realm will restore your Five-Element Root Artifact!”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
