"No way, man... were you really listening?"
Like everyone else, Lu Ze was equally dumbfounded by the appearance of the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao.
"Did you... call it here?"
Zhao Wendao looked at Lu Ze nervously and asked in a low voice.
"No."
Lu Ze smiled and shook his head.
"How could your disciple possess such an ability?"
He would have loved to call upon the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao to back him up; that way, who would dare mess with him as he roamed the world?
But given the other party's temperament, how could it possibly allow itself to be ordered around?
If it realized it was being used, even he would be in for a world of trouble.
Originally, Lu Ze only thought this guy was a tiny bit petty, but now it was absolutely confirmed.
Saying a single bad word about it from thousands of miles away resulted in it immediately showing up in person to settle the score... who could handle that?
On the Demon-Slaying Platform, Zhao Heng, who held the esteemed status of a true disciple of the Green Mountain Sect, was currently so terrified that his face was deathly pale, and his legs had given out, causing him to collapse to the ground.
"You... please listen to my explanation... Heaven, Heaven..."
Zhao Heng stuttered with trembling lips. His pathetic appearance made the onlookers frown.
But thinking about it, it made sense. Even a supreme expert like Qin Ming was incredibly wary of the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao. For a mere true disciple at the Soul Formation stage, calling him an ant would be an overstatement.
Before Zhao Heng could finish his stuttering sentence, a gust of astral wind carrying brown flames suddenly crushed down on him.
"Ah!!!"
With a miserable shriek, half of Zhao Heng's body was instantly burned down to the bone. Weeping and wailing, he rolled around on the ground.
"You bastard! You've completely ruined the reputation of my Green Mountain Sect!!"
A ball of brown light surfaced on Zhang Yuxian's right hand as he cursed furiously out of sheer disappointment. Clearly, he was the one who had just struck.
Seeing that the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao did not respond, he followed up with another blast of astral wind. A gaping hole appeared in Zhao Heng's throat. Now, unable to even make a sound, he could only shed tears in despair, looking exceptionally miserable.
Having done all this, Zhang Yuxian respectfully brought his hands together and bowed low.
"Lord Heavenly Dao, my sect's disciple spoke disrespectfully and has already been punished by me... There is no need to trouble yourself to take action."
Seeing this display, everyone present gasped in shock, and whispers erupted all around.
"He's his personal disciple after all... Isn't such a method a bit too heartless?"
"Nonsense! That is the Heavenly Dao... If he doesn't put on a show, he might be implicated as well..."
"If this entity were to strike personally, the outcome would probably be even more tragic..."
"Even so, it's still too..."
"Shh!"
...
The terrifying human face in the sky looked down coldly at Zhang Yuxian on the ground, a sneer forming at the corners of its mouth.
"Not a bad job..."
"However..."
"Those who intend to deceive this Heavenly Dao shall be punished!"
With a loud boom, a bolt of lightning struck Zhang Yuxian's hunched back. With a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Yuxian's mouth, and the aura around him instantly weakened by several degrees.
Realizing that his cultivation had instantly regressed by a small margin, Zhang Yuxian harbored intense hatred for Lu Ze in his heart. Yet, he did not dare to show it. Instead, he humbly kowtowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Heavenly Dao, for your mercy!"
"Hmph."
The Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao snorted coldly.
It had always been clear in its rewards and punishments.
If it weren't for the fact that the ant beneath its feet knew its place and saved it the trouble of acting, this old man would likely have been slapped half to death by it.
The current punishment was letting him off easy.
It swept its gaze over the crowd below the platform and spoke in a cold voice:
"This Heavenly Dao does not belong to anyone, nor does it favor anyone..."
"What you all see and think is nothing but an illusion."
Having said that, it looked at Lu Ze.
"This Heavenly Dao did not infuse spiritual energy solely into his illusion. Rather, it is because what the rest of you created... is unworthy of this Heavenly Dao's attention."
The corners of Lu Ze's mouth curled up in amusement.
Translated, that sentence meant: Everyone here, except for me, is trash.
"Since you all desire fairness, then this Heavenly Dao shall grant you fairness."
With that, the volume of the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao suddenly increased, as if resonating throughout heaven and earth:
"From this day forward, all illusions in the world shall be controlled by this Heavenly Dao..."
"They can connect heaven and earth, and reach the entire realm!"
"The excellent shall be rewarded."
"The inferior, punished!"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
