Blue Star.
It was the world he had lived in before crossing over.
He could even smell the shampoo drifting from the hair of the girl seated in front of him.
Everything was so real that it left him dazed.
“Chen Guan, come up and answer this question.” The teacher at the podium pushed up his glasses and looked at him with a genial smile.
Chen Guan didn’t move.
He merely stared at everything in silence, his face utterly expressionless.
“No. That’s not right.”
He spoke softly.
“My high school math teacher was a balding man in a checkered shirt and brown flip-flops.”
The instant he finished speaking, the entire world shattered like glass.
The scene changed again.
He was lying in a hospital bed. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nose. The walls and sheets around him were deathly white, while his mother silently wiped away her tears beside the bed.
“The doctor said it’s terminal. There’s no hope.”
His mother’s sobs pierced his mind like needles.
“Still not right.”
Chen Guan shook his head, even a trace of a smile appearing on his face.
“I didn’t die pathetically from some illness.”
Boom!
The hospital room before him exploded once more.
The blurred humanoid figure of light let out a soundless shriek. It had failed to find any fear in Chen Guan’s consciousness. This man wasn’t afraid of death; the greatest shadow in his heart was actually high school mathematics.
It wanted to flee.
“You think you can come and go as you please?”
Chen Guan’s consciousness opened its eyes within the mental world. “What do you think this place is?”
With a snap of his fingers, the scene changed again.
A throne belonging to Chen Guan emerged. The surroundings grew pitch-black, and then crimson flames began to dance, scorching the blurred humanoid figure of light.
The crimson flames were the manifestation of spiritual will, and they were now burning the twisted mass of light.
The Void Dreamweaver let out a silent wail. Within Chen Guan’s consciousness, it couldn’t even escape.
It couldn’t understand why this human’s mental world was so impregnable—so much tougher than the will of any ninth-tier creature it had ever encountered.
“Cackle, cackle. Stop playing around, kid. Just crush it.”
Baal’s voice rang out from the corner of Chen Guan’s consciousness, tinged with impatience. This was Baal’s home. Did it think just any stray cat or dog could barge in?
Baal had no interest in a mental battle at this level. It was like an adult watching children fight—he only wanted to get rid of the unwanted guest as quickly as possible.
“No.”
Chen Guan’s consciousness shook its head. He looked at the shrinking figure of light within the flames, and a bolder idea began to take shape in his mind.
Having a creature help him recall the events of his past didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
“Crushing it would be a waste.”
Once the thought arose, Chen Guan no longer hesitated.
With a thought, the crimson flames scorching the Dreamweaver instantly went out.
Endless darkness surged forward like a gaping maw and swallowed the trembling mass of light whole.
“What are you going to do?”
The Void Dreamweaver sent out intermittent waves of consciousness, filled with terror.
It felt itself being dragged into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by nothing but darkness.
“Don’t you like weaving dreams?”
Chen Guan’s consciousness walked to the edge of the darkness and looked at it calmly. “From now on, you’ll weave them for me.”
As his voice fell, the darkness suddenly contracted.
Pop!
It was like bursting a water bubble.
The Void Dreamweaver didn’t even manage to let out one final wail before it was completely broken down, transforming into the purest spiritual energy and merging into the sea of Chen Guan’s consciousness.
Boom!
A dazzling nebula appeared in Chen Guan’s mind.
He could feel his supernatural ability, Illusionist, undergoing a transformation.
A strange power surged into it, dyeing what had originally been a pure ability with an entirely different hue.
In the real world.
Li Yan stood with his arms crossed several dozen meters away, resembling a silent statue.
He watched Chen Guan standing with his eyes closed, his brows drawn tightly together.
Five minutes had already passed.
In a mental clash with the Void Dreamweaver, five minutes was enough to turn a seventh-tier Esper with a weak will completely brain-dead.
Yet Chen Guan continued to stand perfectly straight, without even the slightest trace of pain on his face.
Just how powerful was this kid’s mental strength?
Li Yan found himself hesitating, unsure whether he should intervene.
At last, Chen Guan’s eyelids twitched.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his pitch-black pupils, a flicker of tiny purple starlight flowed past before vanishing in an instant.
“It’s over.”
Chen Guan let out a soft breath. His head felt somewhat swollen, as though he had yet to recover from a hangover.
He raised a hand and rubbed his temples.
Li Yan’s figure instantly appeared in front of him, an overwhelming pressure rushing toward him like a mountain.
“Are you all right?”
Chen Guan shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s been dealt with.”
“Awoo.”
A plaintive cry interrupted their conversation.
Baobao had woken up at some point. It climbed to its feet, shook its head, and walked over to Chen Guan’s feet, rubbing its head against his trouser leg.
It had been sleeping soundly just moments ago, but upon waking, it found that all the scents around it had changed, making it uneasy.
Chen Guan lowered his head and smiled as he scratched Baobao under the chin.
“It’s all right now. Go back to sleep.”
As he soothed Baobao, his gaze unconsciously fell on a black crystal half a person’s height away.
His thoughts stirred. He raised his hand toward the crystal and tried to activate his newly transformed Illusion ability.
Invisible mental power spread outward.
The next moment, something strange happened.
A faint, almost transparent purple halo appeared across the surface of the crystal.
Immediately afterward, under Li Yan’s watchful gaze, the air around the crystal began to distort.
Its outline flickered strangely between reality and illusion.
Crack.
A soft sound rang out.
Without warning, a fine fissure split open at the top of the crystal.
It wasn’t an illusion.
It was a real crack on the physical level.
Chen Guan froze.
He looked at his hand, then at the crystal, his eyes filled with disbelief.
When had his Illusion ability become capable of dealing physical damage?
“No.”
Chen Guan immediately realized what had happened.
This wasn’t ordinary damage caused by an illusion. His mental power had carried with it the Void Dreamweaver’s dimensional-traversing trait, forcibly shifting the crystal’s state of existence between reality and illusion for an instant.
It was like cutting and pasting something in a computer program.
The result hadn’t changed, but during the process, the crystal’s own stable structure had been disrupted, causing the crack.
It was only a tiny fissure, but the implications behind it made Chen Guan himself feel a chill run through his heart.
[“Psychic-Type · Illusionist” has been upgraded to “Psychic-Type · Trickster.”]
[Effect: Can deceive the senses and create virtual memories and emotions. At an advanced level, it can overwrite reality and create shared dreams.]
[Sub-Skill · Void Weaving: Can consume mental power to temporarily shift the state of existence of a designated object between reality and illusion. The process of displacement will cause irreversible damage to the target’s stable structure.]
[Note: When used on living beings, this ability will primarily affect their minds and souls, achieving the effect of a soul swap.]
The system panel appeared in a timely manner, objectively displaying the changes Chen Guan had undergone.
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.
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.”
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
