Every person bathed in golden light resembled a walking miniature sun.
"Hey, Mom, what's this on me?"
"It's light—we've all turned into light!"
"Didn't we lend our light to Master Qin?"
"Nonsense! Master Qin must have returned it to us!"
One by one, people lifted their hands in astonishment, watching the glowing aura ripple across their bodies.
Of course, these ordinary folk couldn’t compare to the fortunes of Xiao Tian and his group, the Chosen Ones.
Qin Luo had merely distributed the fortune energy, ensuring everyone met the minimum threshold to become a Chosen One.
He had finally figured out why those people referred to those with fortunes exceeding one million as "Yi Zi."
The higher the fortune, the farther one could go.
What the Great Thousand Worlds valued wasn’t talent—it was the fortune a person carried.
Only with immense fortune could one survive the wars of the Great Thousand Worlds.
And those Chosen Ones who suffered defeat in battle would automatically lose their status, joining the Holy Domain that had recruited them.
Above the sea of clouds...
All the spirit beasts poked their heads out, looking downward.
Little Shasha, in particular, splashed excitedly in the clouds—she had spotted her two masters.
"This is insane!"
The snow-white spirit beast dug her claws deep into the clouds.
In all her long life, the most audacious Holy Domain she’d seen only nurtured a few hundred Chosen Ones.
But what was going on with the Netherfrost Holy Domain?!
How had even mortals with no cultivation become Chosen Ones?!
And then something even more unbelievable happened.
In an instant, the fortunes of the countless Chosen Ones in the Netherfrost Holy Domain merged into one.
A towering golden tree took shape in the sky, its branches dripping with dewdrops—each one condensed fortune energy!
Every leaf on that tree was an otherworldly opportunity, the kind that would spark frenzied battles if it appeared elsewhere!
"The Tree of Fate?!"
The snow-white spirit beast trembled violently in shock.
Legends said that only when a Holy Domain reached a certain level of Chosen Ones could the Tree of Fate manifest!
Honestly, ever since the Immortal Realm shattered into the Spirit Realm, she had never seen the Tree of Fate again!
Yet...
Now... she was witnessing it once more?!
"Just... who are these people?!"
The spirit beast felt as if her entire being had shattered.
With great difficulty, she turned her gaze toward Qin Luo and Su Muwan, the newly ascended Domain Lords.
For some reason...
She had an inexplicable premonition.
The Great Thousand Worlds... were about to be turned upside down.
No—to be precise, only Chosen Ones could participate in the Great Thousand Wars.
Other Holy Domains, fearing the loss of high-level Chosen Ones, would deploy at most a dozen or so in each battle.
But you...
How is anyone supposed to compete with this?!
Snapping out of her thoughts, she decided—she had to get closer for a better look!
The next moment...
A flash of silver light.
She transformed into a silver-haired, silver-eyed girl, streaking toward the Holy Domain like a comet.
......
......
All members—Chosen Ones!
Mission accomplished!
Qin Luo retracted the Seal of Fate, satisfied as he gazed at the Netherfrost Holy Domain shimmering in golden radiance.
Not bad. Now they had the foundation to compete for resources in the Great Thousand Wars.
Qin Luo had always considered himself a cautious man.
Generally, when entering an unfamiliar environment, he preferred to keep a low profile.
Killing? Fighting?
No, no—Qin Luo believed reckless action was unwise.
[Ten Thousand Demon Banner quartet: "........."]
After all, who knew how strong their opponents truly were?
Especially in the Great Thousand Worlds, where ancient forces had existed for who knew how long.
Who could say how many Chosen Ones lurked in their Holy Domains?
To be safe, they needed to create as many of their own as possible.
Fortunately...
Qin Luo glanced up at the now-faded sea of clouds.
A faint smile crossed his lips.
They had consumed half of the Holy Domain’s fortune energy just to elevate everyone to Chosen status.
Now...
It was time for the fun part.
He turned to Ouyang Xuan, who was still marveling at the changes in his body.
"Little Xuan, get ready. Recreate everything from the small world."
"Use your systems and the abilities of the Chosen Ones."
"Start with the network infrastructure."
Ouyang Xuan snapped out of his daze and nodded eagerly.
"Got it, Luo! With Little Ke’s Black Tech System and Li Mingyuan’s Civilization Evolution System, we can restore small-world technology in a day!"
Qin Luo gave a satisfied nod.
Perfect.
These two systems were exactly what they needed.
One maximized technological advancement.
The other propelled civilization forward.
Just right for their current situation.
As for the others—like the [Ox-Horse Civil Engineering System], [Automated Production System], or [Random XXXX System]...
In a world where battles started with nuclear strikes, they were practically useless.
But...
For making life comfortable?
They were invaluable.
The laws of the Great Thousand Worlds differed from the small world.
That was why certain things from the small world were optimized or discarded upon ascension.
Perhaps, to the people of the Great Thousand Worlds, only fortune, virtue, faith... and people truly mattered.
Everything else was disposable.
But just because they didn’t want it didn’t mean Qin Luo’s group wouldn’t!
They were used to modern life—how could they survive without phones?!
As for single-minded pursuit of the Dao?
Qin Luo had... no such ambitions.
It had all happened so bizarrely.
He had started as Su Muwan’s follower, then somehow ended up slapping faces left and right.
Slap after slap, and the story shifted from urban life to immortal cultivation.
Now, they had all ascended together.
"Qin Luo."
"I have a question."
Su Muwan raised her hand like a student.
"Go ahead, Miss Su."
"Umm..."
She blinked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
"What about my parents?"
Qin Luo: "..."
He coughed lightly.
"We’ll go see them now."
The moment he said it—
"Hey, hey! Take me too!"
Su Bailian popped up, hugging Boqi sheepishly.
"Being an undercover agent in the sect was exhausting—I wanna go home too!"
Wahhh!
She had been doing fine as a spy, but now the Primordial Sanctuary was gone, and she wasn’t even a Holy Maiden anymore.
Might as well go home.
Qin Luo glanced at Su Bailian and noticed golden fortune swirling around her.
Well, well—Su Bailian had become a Chosen One on par with Xiao Tian and the others.
"Then... let’s go home."
With a snap of his fingers—
They vanished.
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?!
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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
