Killing and plundering, the transformation of Chen Miaoli

Chen Miaoli's face radiated beauty, becoming even more mature and sweet.

Her fair face was flushed, like a ripe peach, ready to burst with juice at a bite.

"Husband, how strong are you now?" Chen Miaoli asked softly.

"A bit stronger than you imagine." Xiao Fan didn't elaborate, only giving a general answer.

Chen Miaoli didn't ask further; after thirty years in the book, she deeply felt Xiao Fan's power.

Just a slight release of his Qi was enough to make her feel overwhelmed.

"Right, I once said I would get you into the upper echelons of the Tiandao Sect, preferably to control the Tiandao Sect."

"Do you have any suggestions?" Xiao Fan said, holding the beauty in his arms.

Chen Miaoli smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes gazing at the man with a hazy look.

Initially, she scoffed at that remark, because at that time Xiao Fan's cultivation was even lower than hers. She felt that if it weren't for being suppressed by that pagoda, her cultivation was so much higher than his, she wouldn't have lost.

In just a few years, Xiao Fan's strength had undergone astonishing changes, becoming unfathomable.

Chen Miaoli thought for a moment; perhaps he truly could help her enter the Tiandao Sect's upper echelons, as he said.

She said, "The Tiandao Sect is commanded by Heavenly Dao, with the Mandate of Heaven upon it. To gain importance within the Tiandao Sect, one must be favored by Heaven."

Xiao Fan was confused, favored by Heaven, did she mean a Child of Destiny?

"I don't quite understand, please explain," Xiao Fan said.

"Simply put, it means Heaven's pity."

"For example, if you have extraordinary talent, and when you were born, unusual phenomena descended from Heaven, and you were endowed with a supreme Immortal Physique, then you are subtly pitied by Heaven."

"Or, for example, if your family background is powerful, with a Primordial Great Luo Old Ancestor in your clan, your father is a powerful figure of this era, and your mother is a Divine Maiden of a certain race. Having such an identity proves your good birth; even reincarnation is a skill."

"A powerful background, born with a golden spoon in your mouth—this is being favored by Heaven."

"Or, for example, if you come from a humble background, with neither a prominent family nor an extraordinary Physique, but you possess great perseverance and are blessed with great Luck, enabling you to stand out from the multitude and awe the world."

"This is also being favored by Heaven."

"To put it plainly, it's just good Luck, so good that even a pig in your position could fly."

Xiao Fan frowned. Isn't this just a Child of Destiny?

However, it's quite normal for the Tiandao Sect, being commanded by Heavenly Dao, to cultivate Qi Luck Children.

With that thought, Xiao Fan somewhat understood the meaning of the Tiandao Sect's existence.

This is a Sect established to cultivate Qi Luck Children, and it also has the favor of Heavenly Dao behind it.

Now, he absolutely had to infiltrate its internal structure!

Chen Miaoli continued, "If you truly want me to reach the positions you mentioned, you need to make me appear extraordinary, at least superior to others."

Xiao Fan said, "After cultivating with me for so long, what Realm are you in now?"

"Golden Immortal Realm."

"Then I'll make you achieve Taiyi Golden Immortal, no, achieve Grand Unity Golden Immortal."

"Presumably, this strength should be enough to make the people of the Tiandao Sect value you, right?" Xiao Fan said.

Chen Miaoli's expression froze. No, I've only just barely reached the Golden Immortal level. Grand Unity Golden Immortal seems a bit too unrealistic.

"Just tell me if you can do it," Xiao Fan said.

"If you can achieve it, I will definitely soar," Chen Miaoli replied.

"Good, let's go."

He was best at fabricating Qi Luck Children or similar.

...

The view shifted, and attention returned to the Immortal Realm.

The teleportation Formation brought by the extraterrestrial meteor had been active for a year.

During this period, the grand teleportation Formation continuously transported Cultivators from other Realms, initiating slaughter and relentlessly plundering all resources within sight.

Immortal Stones, immortal medicines, Spirit Beasts, medicinal fields—without exception, all items considered cultivation resources were their targets for plunder.

Around the grand Formation, countless Cultivators from other Realms guarded the Formation, preventing anyone from destroying it.

During this time, countless people launched attacks, but they were unable to breach the Protective Formation and destroy the teleportation Formation.

And the Cultivators from other Realms emerging from this grand teleportation Formation were endless, flooding into the Immortal Domain, mercilessly harvesting various cultivation resources.

The Cultivators of the native Immortal Domain resisted fiercely, wanting to expel all these invading Cultivators from the Immortal Domain, leaving none behind.

Both sides engaged in a great war, a clash of blood and fire.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and smoke signals rose repeatedly. The Immortal Realm, once filled with Immortal Qi and spiritual essence, became scarred and ravaged.

Only within the protective scope of major powers could a semblance of peace be maintained.

In the Immortal Domain, while the lower-level Cultivators fought with bloodshot eyes, there were also clashes in a Domain they could not perceive.

Perhaps the term 'transaction' would be more fitting.

...

In the endless starry sky, on a desolate star, there was actually a magnificent palace, where more than ten beings with profound auras sat on two sides.

Seven sat on the left, and eight on the right.

Their auras were profound, and when they looked up, their eyes shimmered as if containing stars.

All these individuals exuded the aura of Primordial Great Luo; they were all Primordial Great Luo Cultivators.

They were divided into two factions, clearly opposing groups.

Yet, they sat together harmoniously, chatting and laughing.

It was truly puzzling.

Someone from one faction said, "Another great tribulation has arrived. How about it, who among you is confident of becoming a Saint?"

"Becoming a Saint is incredibly difficult. I've experienced seven great tribulations, and I still haven't found the way."

"It depends on Luck; such things are unpredictable."

These individuals were actually discussing the matter of becoming a Saint.

"Let's not talk about these trivialities. The plan has been drafted. Take a look and see if you have any objections," one person interjected, interrupting their conversation.

That person continued, "We have already delineated the areas. People from your world who are teleported over can only slaughter and plunder within the areas we have designated."

"We are much the same; we will only slaughter and plunder within the areas you have pre-designated."

The person paused, then continued:

"When the slaughter is almost complete, you will be filled with grief and indignation, your strength will greatly increase, and you will drive us out."

"In our world, your harvesting will be similar. Once the harvesting is complete, notify us, and we will also be filled with grief and indignation, fully erupting, and driving you out."

The areas had been pre-determined, and both sides maintained a clear boundary, mutually harvesting the Loose Cultivators and small forces of each other's worlds.

It was an unspoken understanding.

They had already achieved Primordial Great Luo; it was impossible for them to fight to the death.

So what to do? Put on a show, of course.

You go to our world to slaughter.

I go to your world to slaughter.

On the surface, they were still organizing resistance in their respective worlds, becoming the overt leaders in resisting foreign enemies.

Both sides reached a tacit agreement, only plundering the Loose Cultivators and small forces in the other's world, secretly refraining from mutual invasion.

After the great tribulation, they would not only acquire a large amount of cultivation resources but also gain fame, earning the reputation of resisting foreign enemies.

A win-win!

Winning twice, they were utterly victorious!

The Cultivators of the two worlds fought with bloodshot eyes, while the Primordial Great Luo Cultivators at the apex of their two worlds sat together, chatting and laughing, creating a strange sense of incongruity.

"Heh heh, our hearts are truly dirty, fooling the ignorant people below."

"If you had a conscience, would you still be sitting here?"

"I'm just expressing a little emotion."

"It's well known that without turmoil and bloodshed, the Saint Realm Opportunity will not emerge. We are merely stepping on the accelerator for the emergence of Saints, nothing more."

"Indeed, based on the patterns I've summarized from the previous seven great tribulations, the Opportunity for Saint-hood only emerges when the living beings of all worlds dwindle to one in ten thousand."

"How many living beings are there in all worlds? The people of just one Immortal Domain alone number unknown trillions. One in ten thousand, how many people would have to die?"

"We are still merciful. I see that the Primordial Great Luo Cultivators in other Realms personally kill people, wiping out all living beings with a wave of their hand, killing everyone without leaving a single one."

"You're talking about the Demon Realm, right? Only those lunatics could do such a thing."

"..."

These individuals stood at the pinnacle of the world; they could see the truth of this world.

As for the people fighting below, they had already been arranged: "You die for the Immortal Domain, and future generations will forever remember your contributions."

On the other side, deep within the hidden starry sky.

A Grand Unity Golden Immortal was slowly being born.

Beneath myriad tribulation lightning bolts, a beautiful, graceful, and exquisite Fairy stood tall and elegant.

Not far from her, Xiao Fan stood quietly, awaiting her transformation.

"You, Chen Miaoli, are a Child of Destiny; how could you not have something special?"

"I knew you weren't simple. Who would have thought that a woman with an absolutely beautiful appearance and graceful figure would hide a killer personality within?"

Xiao Fan looked at the transformed Chen Miaoli, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. During the recent transformation, he had witnessed the emergence of a Demon God!

There were no green faces or fangs, only cold and beautiful killing intent.