Keeping the Ancient God Cult in mind, he didn't rush to return—as they say, since he was already there.
Adding limiting words, guided by the world's direction, Qi Yuan cautiously approached the direction of the invaders.
He wasn't sure if it was because the World Crevice had a decomposing effect, or if it was psychological. Truth be told, staying in this void-like environment for too long would make anyone uncomfortable.
Floating for what seemed like an eternity, as if he were the only person in existence, even describing his current mood as lonely would be an understatement—only tranquility could accurately describe it.
Until he saw a massive shadow in the distance, only then did Qi Yuan's heart stir slightly.
The owner of this giant shadow blocked out the sky, at least a thousand meters long, appearing misty and emanating a faint glow, looking exactly like the nebula images Qi Yuan had seen before.
But he had no doubt whether this "nebula" before him was alive or dead. Besides the world's guidance, Qi Yuan could sense consciousness from the mist.
His spirit trembled involuntarily.
In this environment where dissipation could easily lead to decomposition, it could still maintain such a massive form. Indeed, beings capable of invading worlds were not to be underestimated!
Out of caution, he could only observe from afar.
Fortunately, the entity was a light-emitting being; otherwise, when he explored with his consciousness, he might have died before accomplishing anything.
Upon careful observation, Qi Yuan discovered that this enormous being was surrounded by small "nebulae" and medium-sized "nebulae," with many more "nebulae" residing in nearby world fragments.
If there was only one habitat, the numbers weren't too great.
But judging strength by numbers alone would be unwise.
With his current power, destroying a small country would be effortless, and even a large country would just require a bit more effort.
Between the Ancient God Cult and this group of "nebulae," Qi Yuan chose the former without hesitation.
Why fight a group when you can pick them off one by one?
Therefore, to avoid alerting them, Qi Yuan left that area.
...
Shortly after he left, the giant "nebula" shifted slightly.
Two medium-sized "nebulae" nearby floated closer, circling around it several times.
"How are you feeling?"
"Let's beg the leader once more to let our child leave this place earlier!"
The nebula that first communicated through consciousness hesitated for a moment before transmitting its thoughts.
"But..."
"No buts! He's different from us. The chaos elements are interfering with his ability to control dissipating consciousness. If he doesn't enter the world soon, he'll become completely mindless."
"...Alright, I'll try."
A thought transmitted into the minds of the two "nebulae," their mist circulation accelerating, showing their unstable emotions.
"No need to try."
A more condensed small "nebula" approached them, its transmitted thoughts extinguishing their hope.
"His body is too massive, unsuitable for being a vanguard."
One of the "nebulae" stammered while communicating through consciousness. Though they wanted their child to enter immediately, ruining the entire tribe's plans for one person was ultimately something they couldn't bring themselves to do.
"Yes... sorry..."
The other had a different opinion, their mist circulation speed revealing their agitated emotions.
"Leader, this world has so many rules, meaning the natives' power will be greatly limited. Even if we're discovered, what could they do?"
"I'm willing to sacrifice my life to clear all obstacles."
The leader, displeased, had already explained this before, and their persistent questioning showed disregard for the bigger picture.
Noticing some tribe members being swayed, they had to explain again.
"If it were that simple, why would I still be here? Not to mention that finding loopholes for people to pass through is rare and unpredictable. For our tribe members to enter the world sooner, the vanguard members carry a heavy burden. Furthermore, to live in the world later and deceive it, we need native bodies for disguise."
After hearing the explanation, the tribe members looked at the three "nebulae" with hostility.
The one who wanted to say more could only give up.
...
Back in his body again, knowing time was of the essence, Qi Yuan sent a clone to investigate the Ancient God Cult.
This experience left him somewhat frustrated—what happened to being invincible?
He glanced at his phone screen; two or three hours had passed, and it was almost bedtime.
His mother should have calmed down by now.
Thinking of this, he took his cup to the living room for water and planned to cook some late-night snacks in the kitchen.
As soon as Qi Yuan stepped into the living room, his mother's intense gaze fell upon him.
This scene was all too familiar, making his scalp tingle unusually.
Only his mother was in the living room. Qi Yuan keenly noticed her poor mood and sighed, sitting down on the sofa beside her.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Qi's mother said frankly, "I realized I'm angry at myself, but I don't understand why."
This unexpected answer nearly made Qi Yuan spray his water.
"You're truly a genius!" he thought sarcastically.
But his mother's next words stunned him.
"But when I saw you just now, I knew. Has everything been resolved?"
At that moment, Qi Yuan's heart contracted sharply, almost thinking he had been exposed in front of his mother, but upon careful consideration and knowing her personality, it seemed unlikely.
He asked directly, "What things?"
His mother, over forty but still clear-eyed, looked at him with confusion: "How would I know about your affairs?"
"I just felt like you had completed something, and I realized I know nothing about your situation. Suddenly, I felt inadequate as a mother."
Even this natural pessimist had intuition, somehow sensing the subtle changes between his clone and himself.
His mother probably felt she had inadvertently caused him trouble and was angry at herself for not noticing this earlier.
Qi Yuan was deeply moved... as if!
He just wanted to say, don't speak with such dramatic pauses—you'll scare someone to death!
"Well, half the matter is resolved."
Since his mother usually didn't dig too deep, Qi Yuan answered her question straightforwardly.
"Then why were you so happy earlier?"
Because I thought I was invincible earlier, and dealing with a small invader would be piece of cake?
He could only say, "The other half will be done soon."
"Alright, next time if you have something to do, just tell me directly."
Qi Yuan didn't argue with her, simply responding, "Okay. Now I want a late-night snack. Would you like some?"
"I'll go cook for you."
Watching his mother's busy figure in the kitchen, Qi Yuan couldn't help but smile.
She was his family, and also a reason to protect this world.
Just as he was feeling sentimental, the cup in his hand cracked and shattered into pieces.
Thinking of his mother's dramatic pauses earlier, his sentimental mood instantly vanished.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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."
