Jiang Che stayed at Gu Lingfei's place for five or six days before heading over to Ji Ningxue's side.
He had truly mastered the art of time management, compressing four times the usual activities into his schedule!
Compressing time required an immense amount of spiritual energy—so much that even Jiang Che couldn’t sustain it for long, despite now possessing dual immortal physiques.
But it didn’t matter. He had plenty of spirit stones to spare. A few top-grade spirit stones or some elixirs would quickly replenish his energy.
Ji Ningxue had indeed reached that insatiable age, and only Jiang Che could keep up with her.
"Now I understand how that Xiao Chen died," Jiang Che mused, recalling the former Ji family son-in-law who, after being cuckolded, turned his attention to Ji Ningxue’s mother—only to have his life force drained dry within months.
Back then, Jiang Che had assumed Xiao Chen was just too weak. But now, it seemed... the tendency ran in the family.
Ji Ningxue’s mother was formidable, and Ji Ningxue was no slouch either. Any other man would’ve lost thirty years off his lifespan.
Fortunately, Jiang Che now possessed the Great Sun Saint Physique, which was robust enough to prevent him from stumbling out with weak knees.
"Ah~ Fewer women would be better. Once I ascend to the Nine Heavens, I’ll just claim a few celestial maidens or empresses and then retire for good."
Life was tough, and Jiang Che sighed.
His heart was willing, but his flesh was weak—much like the ancient emperors who kept harems of three thousand beauties but could afford to be cold and selective, favoring only a few.
But Jiang Che wasn’t like that. He couldn’t bear to leave his women neglected in some lonely palace, so he had to pour in massive effort. Now, he was exhausted from running around, feeling completely drained.
Next stop—Wang Yanran. The police beauty deserved her share of attention too.
...
While Jiang Che was busy juggling his affairs, something monumental happened in the Nine Heavens!
The Three Realms Bell, silent for a hundred thousand years, suddenly tolled!
Three deafening chimes shook all races across the Nine Heavens.
Even the reclusive imperial clans were stirred, and ancient monsters crawled out of their graves.
"What’s happening? Why did the Three Realms Bell toll? What catastrophe has occurred?"
"The Three Realms Bell only rings when a great demon emerges!"
"Could it be an invasion from the outer realm fiends?"
In the Heaven Pavilion, one of the Nine Heavens’ top factions, a ragged old man clutching a tortoise shell suddenly snapped his eyes open.
"Disaster... disaster! A demon king is born, and the path of immortals is on the verge of collapse. But why can’t I divine his existence?" The old man muttered in despair.
"Elder Xu, even you can’t see it?" A white-robed youth stepped forward, his expression grave.
"No. The Heavenly Secrets are obscured again. Last time, it was the same when I tried divining the Jiang Clan’s Imperial Scion. My ancestral divination arts have been unreliable lately," the old man sighed.
The youth fell silent. Elder Xu was the deputy leader of the Heaven Pavilion—a three-cycle Emperor Realm expert who had touched the Dao of Fate, half a step into the Immortal Realm. His divination skills could pierce past, present, and future, with only true Immortal secrets beyond his reach.
"Elder Xu, could the Jiang Clan’s Imperial Scion be behind the bell’s tolling this time?"
Elder Xu shook his head. "I don’t know. I didn’t divine further—it would cost me years of my life. I’m already on borrowed time. I won’t risk backlash."
"Ah, with the Immortal Realm’s emergence so close, why are there so many variables? Truly turbulent times!" The youth sighed before vanishing like scattered smoke.
Moments after he left—
"Pfft—!"
Elder Xu spat a mouthful of blood, spraying it dozens of meters away.
His face turned deathly pale.
"Damn it! This backlash... is absolutely vicious!"
It took him a long time to steady himself.
Clearly, he had lied earlier. He had pushed his divination to the limit and encountered something terrifying, losing ten thousand years of his lifespan in the process.
And the worst part? He got nothing useful out of it—no answers, just suffering.
In the Nine Heavens, 99% of those who cultivated the Dao of Fate and Heavenly Secrets met wretched ends. After all, weren’t they just professional gossips? No sane person would specialize in divination!
The more you wanted to know, the greater the risk. Losing years of life was the least of it—some even grew crimson fur and dropped dead on the spot!
[Ding! Host has scammed ‘Elder Xu,’ earning 300 million ‘Scumbag Points’...]
"Still, I got something. The source of this calamity lies in the mortal realm!"
"It must be connected to that rising star, the Jiang Clan’s Imperial Scion!"
"With a Chaos Immortal Physique and a Void Immortal Physique, he truly deserves the title of Heaven’s Chosen. But why... is the Star of Destiny someone else?"
"Let’s hope this disaster comes later. Once the Three Realms Bell tolls... the Nine Heavens won’t know peace for centuries."
...
As it turned out, the reason for the Three Realms Bell’s tolling was Shen Yu’s unborn child.
The Devouring Immortal Physique had started as something inferior even to a Saint Physique—its potential low, but its ceiling unimaginably high. After being fed multiple immortal-grade physiques by Jiang Che, it underwent a massive evolution, transforming into a Transcendent Immortal Physique.
The commotion even reached the Heaven Pavilion of the Destiny Seekers Association.
"Oh? Fascinating. The mortal realm is truly lively these days. Let’s document this."
A white-robed young man smiled, twirling a folding fan in one hand and holding a brush in the other. His long hair was tied up, and his jade-like features radiated an air of effortless charm.
"Central Imperial Era, Year 32,000 of the current cycle—the Three Realms Bell tolls..."
"Enough! Gu Xiaoyao, throw away that damned brush already!" Another youth, his body wreathed in violent flames, snapped impatiently.
Gu Xiaoyao flicked his brush dismissively. "If I throw it away, will you write for me?"
With a few graceful strokes, he penned an essay thousands of characters long.
Then, a surge of pure immortal energy flowed into him.
"Damn it! Why did a Heavenly Dao-tier system bind to a scoundrel like you?"
Gu Xiaoyao smirked.
The Heavenly Dao-tier system—Records of Ten Thousand Realms!
All he had to do was document events, especially major ones, to receive heaven-defying rewards and cultivation boosts.
In essence, he was a glorified journalist—but one who had single-handedly published 37 billion theses and over 900 billion news reports, covering daily events across a million provinces in the Central Heavenly Domain.
"The problem lies in the mortal realm. A Heaven’s Chosen with dual immortal physiques has emerged there, shielded by the Heavenly Dao. No one can trace him. There’s a 99% chance he also possesses a Heavenly Dao-tier system—only Heavenly Dao power can obscure Heavenly Dao divination!"
"This dual-physique genius... should we recruit him?"
"Recruit him? Are you insane? With dual immortal physiques, his future is limitless. Under the Jiang Clan’s protection, he’ll surely ascend to immortality. Why bring him into the Heaven Pavilion? To overthrow the other leaders?" Gu Xiaoyao scoffed.
"Besides, she has already extended her reach into the mortal realm. Do you really want to mess around in her territory? Do you have a death wish?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
