Chen Jiu just wanted to get his wages back. What did he do wrong?

But the other party made him wait year after year.

Ultimately, spurred by various factors, he took the final step.

One change per night, six changes per night.

In the face of an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

Just as he was preparing to face his final fate, the system arrived, bringing with it the news that the apocalypse was imminent.

From then on, Chen Jiu, who believed that lying down could make him stronger and choosing a path could lead him to the pinnacle of life, was no longer swayed by external things. A new life, a new beginning, he would live only for himself from now on.

This book is also known as *The Fairy's Splendor* and *Below the Empress*. The Great Dao is chaotic, giving rise to Taiyi, and the heavens divide the nine provinces. When a young man arrives in this world carrying the ancient scroll of Taiyi, dynasties and immortals, demons and humans, monsters and Buddhas—to be immortal or mortal is but a thought. For the young man, cultivating immortality is secondary; the alluring and enchanting witches, the cold and peerless sword immortal master, the gentle and mature concubine, the graceful and beautiful empress, the fiery and wild centaur leader Wulie'er, the elegant and lotus-like southern border enchantress, and the noble and beautiful dragon maiden—for some reason, they are all exceptionally interested in him.

"Master, I am your disciple. Is it...appropriate for us to cultivate together?" "It's alright... Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles. As long as we both have a clear conscience, that's enough." Young Qin Feng had his eyes stolen and his meridians crippled, and was abandoned by his family. He obtained the Qian Yuan Chaos Tower, awakening the demon empress who had been sealed for ten thousand years. He reunited his divine eyes and condensed his sacred meridians. He cultivated the Eternal Overlord Technique, traversing the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Realms. However... "Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. It's time to cultivate, disciple..." "You're already complaining of being tired after only thirty-odd times! How can that be!" "You can't even handle me! How can you awaken my eight older sisters! How can you save your eight senior uncles!" "You've only cultivated ninety-seven times today. Let's make it a hundred before resting!" "Get up! Cultivate! Don't stop!"