This was a wish she had sought for years, borrowing power from humans, demons, and demons alike, yet never achieving it.
“Whoever you are, help me.”
She stood up, her silver hair trailing behind her as she walked straight into the depths of the great hall.
She was going to see the Bear King.
She would not let this opportunity slip away.
The hall was built from the spine of a glacial giant, the air thick with biting chill. Guan Jinyue passed through the corridor without pausing.
At the center of the hall loomed the throne, a symbol of absolute violence, upon which a hulking figure sat like a mountain.
That was the Bear King, a tenth-tier powerhouse of the demon race, master of this domain, and the one sent by the demon race to handle all matters of cooperation with her.
“Human,” a voice boomed like thunder, shaking the hall and sending icicles clattering from the pillars.
A pair of bloodshot eyes, crimson as copper bells, stared down at her. “You disturbed my hibernation.”
Guan Jinyue stopped at the foot of the steps, unfazed by the terrifying pressure.
She looked up, her dark pupils clear and cold, reflecting the beast’s ferocious face.
“The seal on the Oriental Pearl Tower is collapsing.”
The Bear King let out a derisive snort. “That toy of human civilization? Even if it crumbles to dust, it’s none of my concern.”
“Inside it lies a spirit vein, connected to Shanghai’s underground nexus of fate.”
Guan Jinyue’s tone was steady, but her words struck like daggers: “If the seal shatters completely, the moment the spirit vein leaks, the spatial laws in that area will become extremely fragile.”
No further explanation was needed; the Bear King grasped her intent instantly.
The mountain-like figure leaned forward, its oppressive aura flooding the entire hall like a tide.
It was silent for a long moment, then let out a low, sinister laugh. “You want to retrieve your sister… and I want to tear open a rift in that prosperous land, a crack leading straight into the heart of the human realm.”
“Guan Jinyue, if you dare deceive me this time, I’ll chew you up—body and soul—and swallow you whole.”
Guan Jinyue ignored him, turned, and strode out of the hall, her silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight in the dim light.
The Bear King watched her small silhouette vanish into the wind and snow.
“Boring human.”
…
Inside the revolving restaurant, the atmosphere remained tense.
Yin Chen’s face shifted, his expression uncertain.
Finally, he pulled out his phone and, in front of everyone, dialed a number.
When the call connected, he straightened his back.
His voice regained its usual composure, but carried an unprecedented seriousness.
“Grandfather, it’s me—Yin Chen.”
“About the seal at the Oriental Pearl Tower three years ago, I want you to personally give me an explanation.”
Silence on the other end. Then the line went dead—he had been hung up on.
Yin Chen didn’t give up and called back. The line rang again, then stopped—he had been blocked.
The moment the call ended, a deep, muffled roar came from afar, shaking the very foundation of the city.
The entire revolving restaurant trembled slightly.
Yin Chen’s uncle, startled by the sudden quake, fell back onto the floor with a thud, his face pale.
“Wh-what’s happening? An earthquake?”
No one answered him.
Everyone’s eyes were locked on the view outside the window.
A massive black rift tore through the brilliant night sky of Shanghai, scarring the heavens with an ugly gash.
Immediately after, a second one, then a third.
Countless spatial fissures of varying sizes appeared out of thin air in different corners of the city.
Low growls pierced through the fissures as monstrous beasts of all shapes and forms surged forth endlessly, crashing into skyscrapers, charging down streets, and indiscriminately destroying everything in their path.
The bright city lights went out one by one, swallowed by towering flames and explosions.
Distant screams and panic pierced the eardrums clearly, even through the thick glass.
"Th-this is..." Yin Chen's uncle stammered, pointing at the apocalyptic scene outside the window, unable to form a complete sentence.
An Changqing’s face darkened. He immediately took command of the situation.
"Mr. Yin, leave this to us. Go and organize the evacuation of the personnel in the tower right now—make sure there’s no stampede."
He turned to look at Su Yuehe.
"Yuehe, analyze the coordinates of the spatial fissures."
"Yin Chen, contact the Magic City Superhuman Association branch immediately and report the situation here."
An Changqing’s orders were clear and decisive.
Yin Chen suppressed the shock from both his family and the scene before him, pulled out his phone, and started making calls.
Long Ao stared at the chaos below, then kicked a pane of glass to shatter it. "I’m going down to help with the rescue."
Before the words had even faded, he was already gone.
"I’ll help too." Hong Yuan hoisted her massive axe from the ground, resting it heavily on her shoulder as she followed.
But Chen Guan, from the very beginning, never looked at the chaos on the streets below.
His gaze pierced through the flames and smoke, landing on the rooftop of the tallest skyscraper at the other end of the city.
Through the resonance between his own body and the spatial seal, his vision cut through the turmoil, revealing a truth that ordinary people could not perceive.
On the top of that building stood a figure with silver hair and black eyes, silent and still. The night wind stirred her long hair. She looked like an elegant conductor, and the city engulfed in flames beneath her feet was her symphony.
Guan Jinyue.
Perhaps sensing the stare from afar, Guan Jinyue on the rooftop tilted her head slightly, her gaze precisely crossing several kilometers to meet Chen Guan’s eyes in the air.
A faint flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, as if she hadn’t expected someone to lock onto her so quickly.
But she didn’t stop. Instead, the corners of her mouth lifted into a meaningful smile.
"I’ve found her," Chen Guan said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.
The demon race, Guan Jinyue—there was no doubt who was behind all this commotion.
An Changqing immediately looked at him. "Who?"
Chen Guan didn’t answer. He leaped down, attempting to chase the figure in the distance.
There was no point in summoning more people—if Guan Jinyue didn’t want to meet, she could simply vanish. It was better for him to go alone.
[Brother Coffin always takes the most dangerous jobs alone—he’s more of a main character than the actual protagonist. I’m crying.]
[Chen Guan’s going up against Guan Jinyue? Stat monster vs mechanic monster.]
[Reply to above: You think Chen Guan’s mechanics are old?]
Seeing the comments, Chen Guan remembered that he still had his portable old advisor for off-site support.
"Baal, can you give me some sideline commentary?"
"Hehehe, finally remembered Lord Bael, have you?"
A voice cackled in response to his call. The summoned Baal quickly showed just how reliable a mature demon could be.
“Seeing as you’ve come a long way, let Lord Bael tell you a tale from the past.”
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...
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!
