The lakeside divine palace, lights blazing.
Ever since the "Era of Angling" began, the nine heavens and ten lands had gone completely mad. Whether sects, dynasties, demons, or heroic spirits—all had turned into "fishing sects."
—Cultivation was now angling, and the Great Dao itself was the fishing rod.
However, this frenzy of the mortal world had already surpassed all realms and spread beyond the universe.
…
In the abyss of chaos, on the far shore of nothingness.
There slumbered countless indescribable "Chaotic Wills," beings so terrifying even the Creator Ancestors dared not touch them.
"Hmph… mortals dare call this an Era?"
"Angling… absurd! How can fishing stand above the Dao?"
"We shall peer into its origin… and destroy it!"
Boom!
Countless chaotic shadows condensed, peering through the void, gazing down upon the lakeside divine palace.
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By the lake.
The black-haired youth squatted by the campfire, turning grilled fish with a stick. Suddenly, the sky went dark, the entire world shrouded in chaotic shadows.
Countless cultivators trembled, wailing:
"The Chaotic Wills… they've come!"
"It's over! These are beings more terrifying than the Evil Gods!"
"Only the Ancient God Emperor can save us!"
…
The black-haired youth looked up. Sure enough, in the heavens appeared a mass of blurry shadows, with eyes blinking inside.
He blinked, then suddenly understood: "Oh—so they're tourists from out of town! Hahaha, here to sign up for the club, right?"
He waved happily: "Come on! Don't be shy! Since you're here, register, pay your membership fee, and let's all fish together from now on!"
…
Boom!!!
Countless cultivators went insane on the spot.
"The Ancient God Emperor dares demand the Chaotic Wills pay membership fees!"
"This is the supreme Holy Word—even chaos must submit!"
"Too terrifying! Too magnificent!"
…
The Chaotic Wills froze.
They had come to devour everything, yet in this moment, that casual "invitation" crushed them, leaving them unable to move.
"What… what is this existence?!"
"Why do we suddenly feel like… tourists?"
"Ah… ahhh…"
Before they could react, the black-haired youth grabbed his fish basket and casually flung it skyward.
"Here! Try out the club's specialty—grilled fish!"
Countless golden, shimmering grilled fish soared into the void, crashing into the shadows of the Chaotic Wills.
Sizzle—
The chaotic darkness was instantly scattered by the aroma of fish, shattered into fragments, and dissolved with miserable howls.
…
Countless cultivators completely lost their minds.
"With a casual toss, he annihilated chaos!"
"The Sacred Fish is the power of world-destruction!"
"Too great! Too inconceivable!"
They prostrated in madness, tears streaming:
"The Ancient God Emperor is the One Supreme!"
"The Club is the Dao!"
"Fishing is Eternal!"
…
Meanwhile, the black-haired youth laughed heartily: "Hahaha, these tourists are decent—ate their grilled fish and left, didn't loiter around. Not bad!"
He wiped his hands and smugly muttered: "Hehe, looks like my club's got quite the reputation—drawing folks from out of town already."
…
That night, another stone stele appeared before the lakeside divine palace:
[Holy Words of the Ancient God: If You Come, You Must Pay the Fee]
The entire continent once again went mad.
"Holy Words of truth! Even chaos must pay!"
"The Dao cannot be gained for free—cultivation must require cost!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is the One Supreme!"
…
Inside the wooden hut, the black-haired youth hugged his bamboo rod and collapsed happily onto his bed, mumbling:
"Hehe, the club's getting livelier and livelier. Tomorrow I should ask the referee to come back and help register members."
His snores rose, but in the ears of billions, they became—
[The Ancient God Slumbers, The Club Is Eternal]