Chen Chang'an had always assumed this was another one of Chen Tian's schemes.
But the information that came from the other party left Chen Chang'an stunned.
Tens of millions of years?
That truly had nothing to do with Chen Tian. Chen Tian had only risen rapidly in the Primordial Immortal Domain a million years ago before vanishing just as swiftly.
He had left behind many legendary tales, but as time passed, people rarely spoke of them anymore.
Yet, who would have thought the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan had been waiting for him all this time? Moreover, tens of millions of years ago, they already knew his name was Chen Chang'an and that one day he would arrive in Qingxuan Heaven?
Could it be… the Law of Wisdom?
Had someone among the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan comprehended the Law of Wisdom, granting them the ability to perceive past and future events?
Seeming to notice the confusion in Chen Chang'an's eyes, the clan leader of the Nine-Tailed Divine Foxes smiled faintly and said, "Come, I’ll take you somewhere."
"You three… stay here."
Hearing this, Yi Tuo had no objections—after all, it was used to being overlooked and forgotten.
But Da Huang and Little Earthworm weren’t having it. What did he mean by "stay here"?
Were they just being dismissed like that?
Who did he think he was looking down on?
"Hold on."
"Do you even know who I am?" Da Huang asked solemnly.
The Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan leader frowned slightly, giving Da Huang an impatient glance. "A dog demon, what of it?"
"Even if dog demons are an exceptionally rare breed among the demon clans, there’s no need for you to—"
"Wait… no."
"You’re not a dog demon."
A mere dog daring to raise its voice had initially irritated the clan leader, but upon closer inspection, something felt off.
Though Da Huang appeared to be a dog on the outside, his aura and presence carried an inexplicable familiarity—one that even made the clan leader feel a trace of unease.
"At least you have some sense."
"Let me tell you, I’m a qilin."
"I’ve just been keeping a low profile by disguising myself like this," Da Huang declared proudly.
A qilin?
No wonder it felt familiar.
"To think you’re actually a member of the qilin clan."
"My apologies for the disrespect earlier."
"I—"
"Hold on, don’t just focus on apologizing to Brother Da Huang."
"Take a good look at me too," Little Earthworm interjected, unwilling to be outdone.
You?
And what exactly are you?
A demon in the form of a child, but the clan leader couldn’t quite place his origin.
He couldn’t figure it out!
"Hmph."
"Figures you wouldn’t recognize me."
"Then watch closely!"
With that, Little Earthworm revealed his true form—a massive black dragon over twenty meters long soared into the sky.
A dragon!
An actual dragon?!
Little Earthworm’s transformation immediately drew the attention of many Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clansmen.
No one could have imagined a dragon would appear in Qingxuan Heaven. When had it arrived? Why had no one noticed before?
Seeing Little Earthworm’s true form, Chen Chang'an was also taken aback.
He’d grown bigger?
Had his cultivation improved, causing his true body to evolve as well?
Chen Chang'an hadn’t paid much attention to Little Earthworm’s appearance before, but now, the sight was undeniably majestic and awe-inspiring.
However, the expressions of the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan leader and his wife grew complicated as they stared at Little Earthworm.
"Nine claws?"
"How can it have nine claws?"
Nine claws?
Hearing their words, Chen Chang'an finally noticed—Little Earthworm truly had nine claws.
"Holy shit!"
"This little bastard is actually a nine-clawed dragon?"
"But wait, I remember when he was born, he didn’t have this many claws."
Even Da Huang was shocked, unable to comprehend why Little Earthworm now had nine claws. Had he hidden them at birth?
"Da Huang, what does a nine-clawed dragon signify?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"Big brother, among dragons, there are distinctions in lineage."
"Three claws make a flood dragon, four a green dragon, five a golden dragon, six a dragon god, seven a sacred dragon, and eight an ancestral dragon. As for nine claws… that exists only in legends."
"My inherited memories don’t contain any information about what that level represents," Da Huang admitted helplessly.
Eight claws already placed a dragon at the ancestral level, yet Little Earthworm had nine? That was beyond absurd!
Was this the ancestor of the ancestors of the dragon race?
How could such an important existence have been stolen—and by a few mere Immortal Emperors at that?
This made no sense!
"So?"
"How about that, huh?"
"Pretty impressive, right?" Little Earthworm gloated.
He glanced around proudly, only to notice the odd looks on everyone’s faces. Confused, he asked, "What’s wrong?"
"Not impressed enough?"
"What’s with those expressions?"
The Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan leader took a deep breath, steadying his shock.
"Nine claws… the Chaos Dragon!"
"How is this possible?"
"This is a being spoken of only in myths."
"Even among the current dragon race, the highest rank is the six-clawed Dragon God."
"How could a nine-clawed Chaos Dragon appear?"
Chaos Dragon?
It certainly sounded formidable—three claws above even the Dragon God, the highest rank among modern dragons.
"Do you know about the Chaos Dragon?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Only what I’ve just said. Beyond that, even the seven-clawed Sacred Dragon is a mystery to us, let alone the Chaos Dragon."
"To think that not only do you have a qilin by your side, but also a nine-clawed Chaos Dragon."
"Just… what kind of fortune do you possess?"
What kind of fortune?
The kind that was utterly invincible, of course.
Though Chen Chang'an didn’t get a full explanation of what a Chaos Dragon was, one thing was certain—it was something extraordinary.
Damn, my adopted son is a Chaos Dragon. Just saying that out loud would be a massive flex.
"Little Earthworm, change back for now. Don’t scare everyone."
"Got it, Dad."
Dad?
He actually calls him Dad?!
Now even the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox clan leader couldn’t maintain his composure. Just how heaven-defying was Chen Chang'an?
"Let me ask—you just said I’m a nine-clawed Chaos Dragon. What exactly is that?"
Clearly, Little Earthworm had no idea about his true identity. The name "Chaos Dragon" was entirely unfamiliar to him.
"Little Earthworm, your memories don’t include anything about your origins?"
"You’re a Chaos Dragon, yet you don’t know what that means?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"I really don’t. I always thought I was just an ordinary dragon."
"And before… I didn’t have this many claws," Little Earthworm muttered, equally puzzled.
They grew later?
Could it be… because he acknowledged me as his father?
As expected, the most outstanding one here is still me!
Thinking this, Chen Chang'an smiled in satisfaction.
Truly exceptional!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
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."
