Fifty thousand years ago, the Old Dean was still a demon beast—an eighth-tier demon beast.
At that time, the Beast God Mountain Range was far from peaceful. Fierce battles frequently erupted among demon beasts, fought savagely for survival and territory.
Within the Beast God Mountain Range also lived some indigenous people, whose lives were even harsher than those of the demon beasts.
During one of these battles, the Old Dean suffered severe injuries.
He thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly, an indigenous person saved him.
Not only did this person rescue him, but they also brought him to a place that, until then, only demon beasts could enter.
This was the deepest part of the Beast God Mountain Range, a place no demon beast dared approach, as if an innate oppressive force lingered there, instilling deep fear in them.
The Old Dean never understood how his savior discovered this place or walked through it unharmed.
But thanks to this benefactor, not only was the Old Dean saved, but his strength also advanced by leaps and bounds here.
What followed was a rather cliché and melodramatic tale.
The Old Dean wanted to repay the kindness, only to find that his savior had already passed away.
Their death was caused by the harsh living conditions of the indigenous people.
This pained the Old Dean deeply, and he resolved to change the lives of the indigenous people and put an end to the conflicts among demon beasts.
His intentions were noble, but as a demon beast, people reacted to him with terror and fear, never truly listening to his words.
Though a handful were moved by his sincerity or intimidated into following his instructions, their numbers were too few to make a difference.
It wasn’t until the Old Dean finally broke through to the tenth-tier demon beast that things began to change.
"How did you break through?"
"Did you just train and suddenly break through?" Da Huang asked curiously.
"Well..."
"Truthfully, the breakthrough was quite unexpected. See this lake?"
"About forty thousand years ago, for some unknown reason, a crystal-like object emerged from the water and flew straight to me."
"I mustered the courage to swallow it, and then... I broke through to the tenth tier."
"After reaching the tenth tier, I faced a choice."
"First, ascend to the upper realm."
"Second, forcibly remain in the lower realm, but my strength would regress to the peak of the ninth-tier demon beast, with no possibility of breaking through to the tenth tier again."
"Third, fully transform into a human, shedding my identity as a demon beast."
Clearly, the Old Dean chose the third option. After transforming into a human, he began to develop and reshape the Beast God Continent in the name of the Beast God.
When he first took human form, his strength was at the peak of the Emperor realm—the very highest tier—and he possessed the ability to alter his appearance at will.
Through relentless effort, the Old Dean eventually turned the Beast God Continent into the utopia he envisioned, where humans and demon beasts could coexist peacefully.
This endeavor took him ten thousand years, but he also discovered a problem: his strength was gradually diminishing over time.
The restrictions he had placed on the Beast God Mountain Range were also slowly fading.
The marks on Chen Chang'an and the others' foreheads weren’t removed by him—they simply couldn’t be sustained for long and would vanish on their own after a while.
This was why, in later years, the Beast God Academy began admitting outsiders.
With more and more outsiders arriving, the issue of the marks would eventually be exposed. It was better to attract them to become Beast Tamers instead.
This way, Beast Tamers wouldn’t bear the marks, and no one would investigate them further.
Moreover, rumors about the Beast God Continent had spread far and wide, deterring many from daring to trespass into the Beast God Mountain Range.
"So, breaking through to the tenth tier means ascending to the upper realm?"
"Then... I think I’ll hold off for now."
Hearing that reaching the tenth tier would force him to ascend, Da Huang instantly lost interest in breaking through.
Who would he know in the upper realm? It sounded dreadfully dull.
"What’s the deal with the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance?"
"Why do they harbor such hostility toward the Beast God Mountain Range and the Beast God?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Because..."
"Ah, the leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance is Mu Ye. He was once a Chosen Beast Tamer."
"In fact, he was the very first—the most devout believer in the Beast God."
"In a way, he was also my first disciple."
"He was incredibly talented, surpassing others in both beast taming and cultivation."
"At one point, he even seemed poised to surpass me."
"His lifelong wish was to meet the Beast God. Originally, he was the most likely candidate to become the second dean of the Beast God Academy."
"But I didn’t appoint him. Instead, I chose to transform again and continue as dean."
"This decision infuriated Mu Ye, as he believed I had robbed him of the chance to meet the Beast God."
"In the end, he left the Beast God Continent in anger. I once sent people to inquire about his whereabouts and learned he had established the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance outside."
"Then, around eight thousand years ago, he returned to the Beast God Continent and sought me out."
"He claimed to have obtained a mysterious pearl and wanted to offer it to the Beast God."
"I knew his real goal was to meet the Beast God."
"But the Beast God... doesn’t exist. How could I arrange such a meeting?"
"Mu Ye began to suspect that the Beast God was nothing but a fabricated lie. Enraged, he left again."
"He vowed to return one day and slaughter his way through the Beast God Mountain Range to see if the Beast God would appear."
"And now... he’s actually done it."
The Old Dean was heartbroken. Mu Ye had been his most cherished disciple, the one he had been most proud of.
Yet their relationship had deteriorated to this point.
Meanwhile, Chen Chang'an and Da Huang exchanged glances, fixated on just one word: pearl?
Damn it!
How ridiculously lucky was this?
Could it be that one of the pearls was now in the hands of Mu Ye, leader of the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance?
If so, Chen Chang'an had no choice but to pay the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance a visit.
"There’s one thing I’m curious about."
"Even among the superpowers of the Central Heaven Domain—like the three great families—the number of Emperor-level experts is limited."
"How is it that the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance can deploy so many Emperor-level experts at once?"
"Is their strength truly that formidable?"
"And what about Mu Ye’s own power?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
"I don’t know much about that. I only knew he founded the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance—nothing else."
"But it is suspicious. Though Mu Ye’s strength had reached the peak of the Emperor realm..."
The Old Dean trailed off, unable to explain the sheer number of powerful experts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Alliance—something he had never anticipated.
"Listening to this, it almost feels like..."
"Could this be related to Long Wuqi?" Da Huang asked Chen Chang'an.

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?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”