The origin of this bead, and whether it truly is the Sacred Buddha's Relic, is known best by the Sacred Buddha himself.
Originally, it was nothing more than a gimmick, a plaything used to draw more followers into the Buddhist faith.
To speak of it, the Western Lands had no Buddhism or monks in the beginning.
It was only tens of thousands of years ago that the Sacred Buddha stumbled upon Buddhist cultivation techniques and scriptures by chance.
The Sacred Buddha was never a virtuous man. Though he practiced Buddhist techniques and studied the scriptures, to him, these were merely tools—tools to secure greater benefits for himself.
As the Sacred Buddha's power grew, he established the Heavenly Sound Temple.
The temple's followers multiplied, and eventually, all non-Buddhist cultivation factions in the Western Lands were eradicated, leaving Buddhism as the sole dominant force.
After tens of thousands of years of effort, he was on the verge of ruling the entire Western Lands. He even felt he was not far from becoming a true Sacred Buddha.
Yet, the appearance of Chen Chang'an filled him with dread—the dread of death.
"I'll give you the Sacred Buddha's Relic. Let this matter end here. What do you say?"
The Sacred Buddha's words shocked the surviving monks.
What did this mean?
What was the Sacred Buddha implying?
In that moment, their faith crumbled. The invincible, divine image of the Sacred Buddha they had revered was shattered.
Before them now stood nothing but a coward, afraid of death.
So… this was the true face of the Sacred Buddha.
A bully who preyed on the weak but cowered before the strong?
"Hahahaha!"
"What a fine Sacred Buddha of the Heavenly Sound Temple!"
"No matter what, you are still a peak Great Emperor-level expert."
"And yet, you cower like this?"
Chen Chang'an sneered. This so-called Sacred Buddha had only risen to power through sheer luck.
The Western Lands had never been abundant in cultivation sects or powerful experts. Otherwise, how could a man like him have ever dominated?
"I ask you one thing—if I give you the bead, will you spare me and the Heavenly Sound Temple?" the Sacred Buddha said solemnly.
"Do you think you have the right to bargain?"
Chen Chang'an's words silenced the Sacred Buddha. What right did he have to negotiate?
The bead!
Yes, the bead in his hand!
"Fine!"
"So, you have no intention of sparing me?"
"Then you will never get your hands on this bead!"
With that, the Sacred Buddha attempted to destroy the fetal bead—what they called the Sacred Buddha's Relic.
Watching this, Chen Chang'an remained utterly calm. Clearly, the Sacred Buddha had no idea just how terrifying this fetal bead truly was.
Yet the monks of the Heavenly Sound Temple were horrified.
The Sacred Buddha's Relic—this was the Sacred Buddha's Relic!
"No!"
"Your Holiness, you must not!"
"This is the Sacred Buddha's Relic—it must not be destroyed!"
"Your Holiness, reconsider! Do not destroy this sacred treasure!"
"Sacred Buddha…"
Hearing their pleas, Chen Chang'an was momentarily stunned. He had assumed these people knew the so-called relic was a fake.
But now it seemed the Sacred Buddha had deceived everyone—even his most devoted followers.
"How is this possible?"
"Why is this happening?"
The Sacred Buddha tried with all his might to destroy the fetal bead, yet despite his efforts, he couldn't leave even the slightest mark on it.
This filled him with shock. When he had first obtained the bead by chance, he had tried refining it but failed.
So, he had proclaimed it the Sacred Buddha's Relic—a treasure left behind by the previous Sacred Buddha upon his ascension.
But he never imagined its durability would be so terrifying.
"Save your strength."
"You can't destroy it," Chen Chang'an said coldly.
Destroy it?
Impossible!
There must be a way—there had to be!
Though the Sacred Buddha feared death, he hadn't forgotten he was a peak Great Emperor.
How could a mere bead defy him?
No!
Absolutely not!
"I refuse to believe it!"
"I refuse to believe I can't destroy this worthless bead!" the Sacred Buddha roared.
Worthless bead?
The Sacred Buddha's Relic—now called a worthless bead by the Sacred Buddha himself?
Wasn't this the relic left behind by the previous Sacred Buddha upon his ascension?
Wasn't this the treasure the Sacred Buddha had painstakingly recovered for the Heavenly Sound Temple?
Why was it now just a worthless bead?
Even the dimmest among the Heavenly Sound Temple monks now realized—this was no relic.
They had been deceived!
They had believed themselves the Sacred Buddha's most loyal devotees, privileged to stand by his side.
They had obeyed his every command without question, even when those commands bore no relation to Buddhism, dharma, or enlightenment.
They had trusted that everything he did was right.
But now—the illusion was shattered.
The Sacred Buddha was nothing but a fraud—the greatest fraud of all!
He had deceived everyone, even his most devoted followers.
"How… how is this possible?"
"I am a peak Great Emperor—why can't I even break a single bead?"
The Sacred Buddha didn't notice the furious gazes of the monks around him. He was lost in his own despair.
"Hand it over!"
Chen Chang'an had no patience left. Most importantly, Da Huang had already rescued the surviving children.
There was no reason to hold back now.
The Sacred Buddha stared at the bead in his hand—only to realize it had vanished without a trace.
When he looked at Chen Chang'an, he saw the bead had somehow appeared in his grasp.
"You… you couldn't have taken it from me without a sound!"
"What sorcery did you use?" the Sacred Buddha demanded in terror.
Sorcery?
Really?
Anything beyond your Buddhist teachings counts as sorcery?
"You will never know how I did it."
"Because you have no future left!"
Soul Cage!
In an instant, everyone within the Heavenly Sound Temple—including the Sacred Buddha—was immobilized by Chen Chang'an's power.
Even as a peak Great Emperor, the Sacred Buddha could not move.
Though the Soul Cage's hold on a peak Great Emperor was limited, even a brief moment was enough.
Sky-Piercing Sword—a one-way trip to reincarnation!
A colossal sword descended from the heavens.
As it struck, the entire Heavenly Sound Temple was obliterated—reduced to ashes, along with everyone inside.
The terrifying energy and deafening explosion reverberated across tens of millions of kilometers.
Nearly half the Western Lands felt the overwhelming force of this strike.
"What… just happened?"
"It seems to be coming from... the direction of the Tianyin Temple."
"Could it be... the Sacred Buddha ascending to the heavens?"
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."
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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
