What's Your Name?! Invading the Pseudo-Immortal Realm!

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Group Leader, don't kick me out of the group! I've already been tossed into some forgotten corner for twenty years. I finally felt some warmth—I really don't want to go back...

The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: Hahaha, why were you showing off for no reason?

God of Light is Unemployed: This is called following your heart!

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: Hmph. Without cultivation, seeing the Group Leader is like a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon. With cultivation, seeing the Group Leader is like a single mayfly beholding the azure sky!

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: I was wrong, I was wrong! I know I was wrong, sorry, sorry...

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: If apologies worked, what would rules be for? Any objections to being punished by stirring up the Dark Turmoil?

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Huh? Me?

Fang Zheng froze on the spot. Although he had expected this Group Leader to restart that Dark Turmoil quest, but... weren't you overestimating him a little too much?

He was only a minor Spirit Nurturing Stage cultivator. How could he dare provoke those Supremes in the forbidden zones who had severed their own Great Emperor Dao Fruits?

He would probably be casually farmed as a wild monster before he even reached the entrance to a forbidden zone.

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Is it difficult?

When he saw the Group Leader send another inquiry, he hurriedly replied, afraid that the next words would be, "If it's difficult, then don't do it."

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Of course I'm willing to follow your instructions, but I'm currently surrounded by enemies. My life hangs on the thoughts of others, so I truly have no way to do it, Great Group Leader...

"Hmm? Is this a job?" Chen Yi raised a brow.

He had originally planned to make arrangements after thoroughly exploring the West Sea Realm, but doing it ahead of time was fine too.

After all, he still had many external incarnations sitting idle. It was only a matter of lifting a hand.

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: What's the situation over there? How much combat power does the other side have?

The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: ? Boss, are you serious? Aren't you undergoing tribulation?

God of Light is Unemployed: Even amid rolling heavenly lightning, you still care about the group members? Great Group Leader, you...

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: The Group Leader is awesome!

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Huh? Group Leader, are you undergoing tribulation? Then please get back to it first. I can hold on for another three days. As long as my son doesn't show up, I'll be fine!

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Oh, one more thing. My son is a Child of Destiny with the potential of a Great Emperor. At three, he was acknowledged as master by a Pureblood Qilin. At six... [Expand for details]

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: ?

The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: Oh my, so that's why you picked that nickname. Turns out it's a high-risk profession!

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: Why does this sound so familiar? Might I ask if your surname is Wang?

God of Light is Unemployed: "My son Wang Teng has the potential of a Great Emperor!" Hahaha, sorry, I couldn't hold it in.

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: There is someone named Wang Teng, but he isn't my son. My name is Fang Zheng, and my son is Fang Fan. It was precisely because he killed Wang Teng across realms that we were surrounded by the Wang Family!

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: Wait, what's your name?!

God of Light is Unemployed: Do you happen to have an older brother?!

The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: (alert.jpg)

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: I'm the eldest, and also the Fang Family Patriarch. I don't have an older brother, thank you.

Fang Zheng felt rather helpless, gripped by the powerless feeling of having causality forcibly pinned onto him.

It had been like this when he first joined Group Thirty-Six, and it was still like this now!

What, had that many people really read it?

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Since there isn't one in reality, make one up. You can have one!

After sending that message, Chen Yi's lips could not help curving upward.

To be honest, it still had to be fellow transmigrators. How could anyone else understand this kind of fancy trick?

After transmigrating eight hundred years ago, not a single person in the world had been able to resonate with him. His utterly incompatible values and understanding had left him especially lonely.

Only the few idiots in this chat group had finally given him that long-lost feeling of finding like-minded companions.

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Group Master God, are you serious?

Fang Zheng broke out in a cold sweat.

It was one thing for others to play with memes, but why were you still doing it while undergoing tribulation?

Where was the dignity of a boss with nine hundred million combat power?

The Immortal Ascension Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Of course!

Then there was nothing he could do.

If the Group Master God insisted on playing along, could he refuse to indulge him?

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Fine, to be honest, I have an older brother.

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: You still gave in? Haji Zheng, you bastard!

God of Light is Unemployed: Hahaha, who would have thought Great Group Leader was also one of our kind? I love it!

The Runner-Up of the Cultivation World: AUV, Lord Fang Zheng, greetings!

I Really Don't Want to Sacrifice to Heaven: Of course, memes are memes, but Fang would never commit an act of betrayal!

A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves: Yes, yes, this feeling is exactly right, bro!

Seeing that Fang Zheng still had the leisure to chat in the group, Chen Yi shook his head slightly.

It seemed he was not in much of a hurry, so Chen Yi turned his attention back to the West Sea Realm.

At this moment, after two and a half hours of heavenly lightning scouring the land, everything within a hundred li had become ruins.

The Western Sea Heavenly Dao had thus completely lost the aura of Chen Yi's external incarnation. Though it could still smell the faint, loathsome aura of that Outer Realm Demonic God, it had no choice but to retreat with a thunderous crash.

There was no helping it—it truly could not find him!

"If I can't beat the Tribulation Transcendence, can't I at least beat a puny Pseudo-Immortal Realm Heavenly Dao like you?"

Chen Yi chuckled, raised a hand to brush the ash from his external incarnation's body, and vanished in a flicker.

At the same time.

Sea of the West Divine Realm.

Within a magnificent white-jade palace, the Lord of the Divine Realm, the God of Light, lay on a soft bed. He held a pure and lovely six-winged angel in his left arm and an incomparably seductive, breathtaking succubus in his right, enjoying himself immensely.

Suddenly!

He shuddered.

The seductive succubus's delicate body trembled. She licked her slightly swollen red lips and asked in confusion, "Lord of the Divine Realm, are you not in good condition today?"

The God of Light frowned tightly. Black light flashed through his eyes as he said gravely, "A strange ripple just swept past me, but vanished in an instant. A stranger has intruded!"

"A stranger?" The pure six-winged angel spread her wings and rose to her feet. "I'll investigate at once!"

"No need. It's probably just some mortal cultivator who has broken through their shackles." The God of Light pulled the angel back and sneered disdainfully. "Their concealment skills are decent, but they cannot stir up any waves in the Divine Realm under my control. Let them be happy for a while. Once we're done, I'll take the time to capture and refine them. But now..."

"Little An Qi, it's time for you to receive your baptism!"

"As you wish!" The six-winged angel wore a solemn expression as she bent down, as if carrying out something exceedingly sacred.