Volume 1, Chapter 43: This World is Truly Fascinating-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

"Go quickly! This is an order!"

Upon receiving this chaotic and hurried command, the white-haired elder was completely dumbfounded.

The Heaven's Pride Tournament had just reached the very first round, and they were going to declare the champion right away?

And they were going to hand over that supreme treasure, the "Chaos Dao Fetus," which was enough to make even Immortal Emperors green with envy?

Had the Emperor... gone mad?

Yet, he dared not disobey in the slightest, because from the Emperor's will, he had sensed an emotion known as "fear."

What manner of terrifying existence could possibly strike fear into the heart of an Immortal Emperor?

Daring not to dwell on it any longer, he hurriedly picked up the precious box sealing the "Chaos Dao Fetus," his body trembling slightly, and flew toward Arena Number Seventy-Three.

...

On the arena, Ye Qingxian was just about to step down.

At that moment, a stream of light descended, and the white-haired elder appeared before her.

"M-Madam... Maiden, please stay!" The elder's voice carried a trace of imperceptible flattery.

Ye Qingxian cast her cold, clear gaze upon him.

Struck by her look, the elder's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly raised the precious box in his hands high above his head with utmost respect.

"Congratulations, Maiden, on becoming the ultimate... winner of this Myriad Realms Heaven's Pride Tournament! This is your prize, a 'Chaos Dao Fetus'; please graciously accept it!"

Ye Qingxian: "?"

Ji Ruxue: "?"

Beneath the arena, all the heaven-chosen geniuses who had not yet managed to leave: "???"

What was going on?

Without even a single fight, she had become the champion?

Was such a thing even possible?

Everyone was completely bewildered, feeling as though their brains were failing them.

Ye Qingxian looked at the precious box, her brow slightly furrowing.

She could sense that within the box lay a vast and boundless origin Qi, which held immense benefits for her cultivation.

Yet, she did not understand.

"Why?" she asked.

"Ah?" The elder was momentarily stunned, and immediately cold sweat poured down his back as his mind raced frantically, beginning his own inner "brain-supplementation."

*Is this senior expert testing my sincerity?*

*She must be dissatisfied! Dissatisfied that we ended the battle in such a "vulgar" manner! She definitely wanted to exchange blows with a true expert!*

*But... but in all the heavens and myriad realms, where on earth is there any "genius" worthy of being her opponent anymore?!*

Quick-witted in his panic, the elder hastily bowed and said, "Replying to the Maiden! That display of yours just now has already demonstrated the supreme realm of 'all laws returning to one, the Great Dao being utmost simplicity'! We are blind and foolish; if we were to let those mere mortals battle you again, it would not only be a desecration of you, but an insult to the 'Dao' itself!"

"Therefore, by the unanimous decision of our organizers, you are the undisputed, eternal number one heaven's chosen! This Chaos Dao Fetus is something only you are worthy of possessing!"

This speech could be described as watertight, brimming with reverence.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxian fell silent.

She looked at the sword in her hand, then looked at the old man before her.

So... that was how it was?

It turned out that the swing she made earlier had already reached the realm of "all laws returning to one"?

It turned out that in the eyes of these powerful beings, she had already grown so strong that even fighting her was considered a form of "desecration"?

Suddenly, she felt a slight urge to laugh.

She had done nothing at all, merely following the young master's daily habit and swinging a sword once.

And as a result, she had become the eternal number one heaven's chosen.

This world was truly wondrous.

In the end, she accepted the "Chaos Dao Fetus." After all, Uncle Fu had said that the young master commanded she not make the trip in vain. This item should probably count as a "local specialty."

"Many thanks," she said indifferently, before turning and stepping down from the arena.

Leaving only the white-haired elder, who collapsed to the ground in sheer relief.

Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue returned to Uncle Fu's side.

Uncle Fu looked at the precious box in her hand and nodded with satisfaction. "Mm, not bad, high efficiency. The young master should be quite pleased when he hears of this."

The corners of Ye Qingxian's lips naturally curled into a faint smile.

Winning praise from that existence made her far happier than becoming any sort of "eternal number one heaven's chosen."

"Senior, are we heading back now?" Ji Ruxue asked.

"Not yet." Uncle Fu shook his head, his cloudy gaze turning toward a most magnificent divine island in the distance. "There are others who wish to see us."

As his words fell, a beam of divine light descended from the sky, transforming into a golden stairway leading to that divine island right before the three of them.

A gentle and magnetic voice drifted over from the divine island.

"Might the three fellow Daoists step forward for a conversation? I am the Lord of the Haotian Immortal Dynasty, Haotian Immortal Emperor."

The voice carried a trace of probing and an unmaskable tension.

Clearly, everything that had happened just now had alarmed the true master behind this illusory divine realm.

Uncle Fu's expression remained calm, as though everything was within his expectations.

Leading Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue, he stepped onto the golden stairway, walking step by step toward the central divine island—a forbidden ground that even Immortal Kings were not qualified to tread upon.

The central divine island.

This was the absolute core of the Illusory God Realm, a forbidden zone that ordinary Immortal Kings could never reach in a lifetime. There were no lavish or magnificent palaces on the island, only an archaic Dao platform. Surrounding the platform, chaos Qi swirled, and billions of strands of Dao laws cascaded down like waterfalls, weaving into a magnificent and profound tapestry.

When Uncle Fu led Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue up the final step to stand upon this Dao platform, Ji Ruxue's heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

What did she see?

To the east of the Dao platform sat a middle-aged man draped in an imperial robe embroidered with nine dragons. Merely by sitting there, the auspicious phenomenon of myriad worlds being born and perishing manifested around him, and as his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though he could pierce through the long river of time. He was none other than the master of this Illusory God Realm, the Haotian Immortal Emperor.

Beside the Immortal Emperor sat several hazy figures, each exuding a terrifying aura no weaker than an Immortal Emperor. There was the Eternal Demon Lord shrouded entirely in demonic flames, the Western Ancient Buddha radiant with Buddhist light, and the Peerless Sword Venerable whose sword intent soared into the firmament as if capable of cleaving through eternity.

Every single one of these figures was a titan standing at the apex of the pyramid of the heavens and myriad realms, usually seeing their heads at the end of a dragon's tail—any one of whom could make a great universe tremble with a single stamp of their foot.

At this moment, however, they had gathered in one place, their gazes all concentrated on Uncle Fu, this seemingly ordinary old man.

Ji Ruxue's palms were slick with nervous sweat, and she unconsciously held her breath. Though she was honored as the Empress of Yaochi, in the face of such a scene, she felt as insignificant as dust. She glanced sideways at Ye Qingxian, only to find that although the white-robed sword immortal maintained her usual cold expression, her slightly whitened fingers gripping the sword hilt betrayed her inner restlessness.

Only Uncle Fu retained his carefree and unflustered demeanor. With a hunched back, his cloudy old eyes swept across the titans present without the slightest ripple, as if he were looking at a few old trees in his own courtyard.

"I wonder why you fellow Daoists have summoned this old man here? What urgent matter is there?" Uncle Fu spoke first, his voice calm, shattering the suffocating silence.

"Ahem."

The Haotian Immortal Emperor gave a dry cough, rose from his seat, and forced what he believed to be his most amiable smile. He dared not put on airs; although the old man before him kept his aura restrained, even he could not see through him at all, and the "Gu Family" behind him made his scalp tingle just to think about it.

Any force capable of cultivating an existence like Ye Qingxian was undoubtedly a taboo orthodoxy far surpassing the level of immortal dynasties, as anyone could deduce with their toes.

"You are too polite, far too polite. Senior gracing us with your presence is our utmost honor." The Haotian Immortal Emperor lowered his posture immensely, even resorting to the respectful address of "Senior."