After An Yi vanished into thin air, everyone was stunned, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Bro Bai, the Boss is gone."
Kim Jung-ho had no choice but to grab Bai Xiu by the collar and shake him awake.
"What's going on?"
Groggily waking up, Bai Xiu rubbed his eyes and frowned in confusion. "Why am I here? I remember falling asleep on Asura Island..."
"The Boss is missing!"
Xiao Yike said with a grim expression.
Bai Xiu pondered, "No, what I'm really curious about is why I'm here—"
"Bro Bai, the Boss is gone! Can you hurry up and think of something?!"
Xiao Yike was practically on the verge of tears from anxiety.
Of course, he would never admit that it was his alternate personality who had dragged Bai Xiu here.
Finally, Bai Xiu stopped fixating on his sudden appearance.
Yawning, he gazed into the void, an unusual seriousness in his eyes as he pulled out a black pendant.
Then, his dull, lifeless eyes widened slightly in shock.
"What the hell?!"
"The barrier isn’t even supposed to open yet!"
"How the hell did An Yi get in?!"
The immortal sect's pocket realm typically only opened at fixed intervals—specifically, at midnight during the full moon.
That was when the barrier was at its weakest.
With a spiritual artifact capable of resisting spatial tearing, one could safely enter the pocket realm.
But An Yi seemed to have just... waltzed right in!
Did this guy not need a ticket or something?
Bai Xiu couldn’t make sense of it, so he gave up thinking.
He turned to the others and lazily asked, "You guys got anything to do?"
"Nope!"
They answered in unison.
They were just bored out of their minds, tagging along with An Yi to make themselves seen—hoping to leave a good impression on the Boss and secure priority access to the special serum.
Some had even gone so far as to secretly stockpile several gigabytes of "educational materials" to curry favor.
Kim Jung-ho, too, had tucked away the latest uncensored manga magazines—Fitness Trainer and Boarding Diary—ready to present as tribute.
But before they could hand over their gifts, the Boss had disappeared!
Bai Xiu scratched his head, eyeing the cracks forming in the void. With a slight frown, he said, "If there’s nothing else, just wait here. Set up camp and get some sleep."
With that, he lay down, closed his eyes, and instantly dozed off.
The Asura Faction members exchanged uncertain glances before looking to Kim Jung-ho.
"Why are you looking at me?! Just do what Bro Bai said!"
Kim Jung-ho barked, his expression awkward.
Don’t expect him to come up with a plan—he had no ideas!
Back then, when most of the Rakshasa faction had already figured out An Yi’s identity, he was the only one left in the dark, foolishly fighting for measly points with a stick in hand.
Soon, tents were pitched across the mountainside.
Under the blazing sun, over four hundred members of the Asura Faction lay inside their tents—a bizarrely majestic sight.
"I can’t sleep in broad daylight."
"Same here!"
"Don’t you guys think Jung-ho’s just a total dumbass?"
"Ah—!"
An Yi let out a blood-curdling scream as he forcibly tore through the barrier.
He had no protective gear whatsoever! But with his Indestructible Body, he was just built different.
Enduring the brutal sensation of spatial tearing, he suddenly found himself in a new world.
Under the scorching sun, An Yi hovered midair, his clothes in tatters, his body drenched in blood.
The violent spatial forces had shredded his body, reducing his clothes to rags.
Even his trusty old boxers were riddled with holes!
"What the hell is this place?!"
Shocked, An Yi quickly changed out of his ruined underwear midair before steadying himself with Flame Steps.
Looking around, he saw mist-shrouded forests stretching endlessly below.
Emerald mountains rolled into the distance.
The piercing cry of an eagle echoed through the sky as it soared. Below, monkeys swung from vines across mountain streams, deer drank from clear waters, and wolves lurked in the bushes, eyes gleaming green.
This place seemed like untouched paradise.
"So this is the immortal sect’s pocket realm?"
Once he regained his bearings, An Yi understood his situation.
Sure, the barrier was tough—
But his lock-picking skills were no joke either.
Back then, even the thousand-year-old resentment barrier created by Hong Tian had been effortlessly dismantled by his max-level lock-picking.
Breaking in here? Piece of cake.
An Yi took a deep breath. The air here was thick with spiritual energy—richer than even the Hong Tian Secret Realm.
His Indestructible Body’s recovery speed had more than doubled!
Back in the outside world, injuries like these would’ve taken his Indestructible Body half a day to heal, given Earth’s scarce spiritual energy.
No wonder...
An Yi descended slowly, deep in thought.
Below him stretched a pristine blue lake, smooth as a mirror.
A gentle breeze rippled the surface, sending delicate waves across the water.
An Yi inhaled the crisp air.
After being surrounded by steel and concrete for so long, stepping into this untouched wilderness was refreshing beyond words.
Then—a sudden surge of danger!
An Yi’s eyes snapped open.
The water erupted!
A massive black crocodile lunged from the depths, its jagged maw gaping wide as it aimed to swallow him whole.
"Fck!"
An Yi felt his soul nearly leap out of his body as the ring in his hand swiftly transformed into the Dragonfang Demon Sword.
Clang!
Sword in hand, An Yi parried the black crocodile’s fangs, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
A fourth-tier magical beast!
And it had the nerve to ambush him!
No sooner had one black crocodile been repelled than another lunged at him.
It was as if a signal had been given—the once-calm surface of the lake erupted.
Dozens of black crocodiles frantically opened their massive jaws, their cruel amber eyes locked onto the pitifully small figure of An Yi. Their gaping maws stretched wide, eager to devour him whole.
"Damn it, there’s not even enough meat on me to fill your teeth! What the hell are you fighting over?!"
Gripping the Dragonfang Demon Sword, An Yi let out a furious roar.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Storm of Blades!"
In an instant—
A tempest of sword slashes rained down upon the charging crocodiles!
Shrieks of pain filled the air.
The black crocodiles, thoroughly intimidated, retreated into the depths of the lake and vanished.
"Bastards! Had to pick a fight with me, huh?"
An Yi smirked, his feet igniting with flames as he soared through the air, escaping the lake’s reach.
"Flame Step," in theory, was a spirit technique.
But unlike the Indestructible Martial Body, which devoured spiritual energy from the world, this technique relied solely on his own reserves.
Even though it didn’t consume much, An Yi’s spiritual energy was pitifully low to begin with!
Spotting a dense forest ahead, An Yi let out a slight pant, a grin tugging at his lips.
"Finally… safe!"
Just then, a chilling presence crept up behind him.
An Yi’s back prickled with cold sweat—a massive serpent was silently flicking its forked tongue inches from his neck.
"Piss off!"
With a shout, An Yi spun and swung his sword, slicing the third-tier demonic serpent into several pieces.
"Tch!"
A silverback gorilla burst from the undergrowth, swinging a massive fist at An Yi.
"Qin Shan?"
"Oh, no—wait, not him!"
An Yi pivoted and delivered a punch straight to the gorilla’s face, sending it flying.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he realized—wolves.
Dozens of them, silently encircling him from the shadows of the bushes.
What shocked him even more was that every single wolf was a third-tier demonic beast!
Third-tier!
Equivalent to a human martial artist at the Transformation Realm—and an entire pack of them!
And the alpha leading them? A fourth-tier demonic beast.
"What kind of insane evolution do wild animals go through in this world?!"
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?!
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!
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.
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."
