The Rich Cultivator

Tyler’s PoV:

Alright. Everything is going according to plan.

To be more specific—everything is going exactly the way I made the Clown dance in the palm of my hand.

I always joke that I’m no good guy nor a bad guy — I’m just a rich guy. But the way I’ve handled this whole circus thingy? Yeah... if someone else did this, I’d probably label them a villain. And maybe I am also a Bad Guy now.

But there was no other way. Not against him.

Unlike his freakshow crew, the Clown is a Divine Seeker Realm cultivator. That’s an entirely different realm. I’m not stupid—hell, even though I’ve fought people of that level before in the Abyss, I only pulled through with help from others. This time, it’s just me... and my crew.

I can’t let Su Fei use her full power, She might turn against me.

And I’m not planning to gamble on a direct fight.

I got my hands on his diary. Not some basic journal with childhood doodles, no—this thing is a spiritual log. Some Immortal Practitioners like him loves to write Diary, just like mortals. But this one can store living memory directly into enchanted pages. It records emotion, visual, sound—everything. Just like a mortal writes in a daily diary, except this records things.

And what I saw in that diary?

It was like Entering through the pages of madness.