Choosing to Sink, Nothing but a Wastrel!

"This is... a million years."

Dai Mubai felt the Soul Power within him, vast as the abyss and boundless as the sea, but showed little joy.

It was as though everything had gone exactly as he'd expected.

With a casual wave of his hand, the phantom of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon behind him vanished, and its terrifying pressure receded with it.

Inside the great hall.

The beauties were already staring in stunned silence.

"Oh my..."

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth, her big eyes filled with shock:

"A Million-Year Soul Ring..."

"And that dragon... It's so powerful!"

"..."

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate body trembled as well.

She could clearly feel that the instant the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon appeared, the Nether Civet Martial Soul within her had actually begun to tremble and submit.

It was the absolute suppression of a superior being.

"Your Majesty..."

Qian Renxue gazed at the man who seemed like a god descended to earth, her eyes brimming with such intense love that it was almost impossible to contain.

This was the man she had chosen.

This was the ruler of the world!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

The women cheered in unison and gathered around him, their faces flushed with excitement.

Dai Mubai smiled.

He sat back down on the imperial throne and reached out, pulling the still-dazed Zhu Zhuqing into his arms.

"What?"

"One Soul Ring is enough to surprise you all this much?"

He reached out and gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth cheek, his tone teasing:

"You haven't seen everything I can do yet."

"This Million-Year Soul Ring is wonderful, but it's nothing compared to the tenderness of my beloved consorts."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently nipped Zhu Zhuqing's earlobe.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft moan, and her body instantly went limp in his arms.

This scene.

Through the Sky Screen, it was clearly broadcast to every corner of both worlds.

The whole world erupted.

Completely erupted.

If the battle before had merely shocked people,

then this reward drove them mad!

That was a Million-Year Soul Ring!

And it had just been given to someone like that?

All because he'd won a single comparison?

"I want to appear on the Sky Screen too!"

"I want to be compared!"

"If I could appear on it, even a consolation prize would be better than spending my whole life cultivating like this!"

Countless people were green with envy.

Whether commoners or Soul Masters, even the Old Monsters who had secluded themselves from the world could no longer sit still.

This kind of opportunity was simply heaven-defying!

Meanwhile, in the Black World.

Dai Mubai's eyes were no longer merely bloodshot; they looked ready to bleed.

He stared at the version of himself onscreen, with beauties in both arms and a Million-Year Soul Ring and Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Martial Soul.

Jealousy.

Mad, overwhelming jealousy.

At that moment, it felt as though ten thousand ants were gnawing at his heart.

That should have been his!

That glory had originally belonged to him!

That impostor had stolen everything from him!

Tang San stood nearby. He still had to keep up appearances, but the hand hidden in his sleeve was trembling violently too.

A Million-Year Soul Ring...

A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon...

Even he, a genius with Twin Martial Souls, couldn't help feeling a deep pang of envy.

If only he could appear up there...

If only he could be compared with himself...

He was a Transmigrator, after all!

Surely his counterpart in the White World was powerful too?

If he won, could he get a reward like that as well?

For a moment,

Tang San's thoughts began to stir.

He even started looking forward to the possibility that he'd be chosen for the next comparison.

As for Dai Mubai?

Who cared about a wastrel who could do nothing but rage helplessly?

The people of the White World, meanwhile, were in an entirely different mood.

They watched their own emperor obtain such a divine treasure, each of them jubilant and proud to share in his glory.

"See that? That's our White Emperor!"

"A Million-Year Soul Ring—well deserved!"

"That wastrel from the Black World thought he could compete with His Majesty? He should take a good look at himself first!"

"Exactly! He's not even worth one of His Majesty's leg hairs, and he still dared dream of winning? What a joke!"

Mockery, praise, and envy mingled, gathering into an enormous roar that swept through both worlds.

Above them, the golden light of the Sky Screen slowly receded, and then the vast image rippled once more.

Rows of dark characters slowly appeared, carrying the weight of a verdict.

[Comparison Continues]

[Later in Stage One: Disappointment from the Imperial Family]

The scene shifted.

Black World, Star Luo Imperial Palace, Imperial Garden.

Five-year-old Dai Mubai had been humiliated by Dai Weisi, but instead of taking the setback to heart and striving to improve, as everyone had expected, he staggered to his feet.

His fine clothes were covered in dust.

A passing maid hurried over to brush the dust off him.

"Get away!"

Dai Mubai suddenly kicked the maid in the stomach.

Though his Soul Power was weak at such a young age, the kick was fueled by anger and sent the unsuspecting maid tumbling to the ground.

The maid cried out in pain and curled up, trembling.

Dai Mubai, however, seemed to have found an outlet for his anger.

He rushed over and rained punches and kicks on the maid, who was much weaker than him, cursing her viciously as he did:

"You dare look down on me too?"

"I'm a prince!"

"I'm going to inherit the throne! Who do you think you are?"

"!!!"

Only when he grew tired did he finally stop, panting as he looked at the maid covered in bruises. A twisted sense of satisfaction crossed his face.

The scene changed.

In the days that followed, Dai Mubai gave himself over to every indulgence.

Cultivation?

That was out of the question.

He began frequenting palace banquets. Still a child, he imitated the playboy nobles, drinking and carousing, and even putting his hands on the palace maids.

Inside the Imperial Study.

The Star Luo Emperor looked at the secret report brought to him by the Shadow Guard. The last trace of hope vanished from his stern face.

He tossed the report into the brazier and watched it turn to ash.

"You can't make anything of a lump of mud."

"Enough. His character is ruined; he'll never amount to anything."

"Don't report anything about him from now on."

"Nothing but a wastrel..."

This scene was clearly shown to every person in both worlds.

White World, Star Luo Imperial Palace.

The ministers, who had still been caught up in their joy over their own emperor's Million-Year Soul Ring, now watched the scene on the Sky Screen, their faces twisted with rage.

"Scoundrel!"

An old general roared, crushing the wine cup in his hand.

"As a prince, he suffered a setback and didn't strive to improve. Instead, he took out his anger on an innocent maid!"

"He even chose to sink so low!"

"Such behavior disgraces the name of the Star Luo Imperial Family!"

The entire hall was in an uproar.

Though that Dai Mubai wasn't their emperor, he had the same face—and behaved in such a despicable manner. It made them feel sick.

Standing beside Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing watched the figure onscreen, who could only bully the weak. Her cool eyes were filled with disgust.