The Sword Venerable Emperor unsheathed his sword for the first time in thousands of years.
It may also be the last time he unsheathed his sword.
The sword light that erupted like daylight sealed off everything, blocking the incoming darkness.
With long hair and an aged body, the old man stood above the sword sea, hands clasped behind his back, gaze profound as he looked at the entire Blue Sky Sword Sea, not saying a word.
This was the Sword Venerable Emperor.
As the Blue Sky Sword Sea's sect master attacked, accompanied by boundless sword light shooting straight upwards, it was like a sword erected between heaven and earth, a slender thread, charging at the entire darkness along with infinite sword light.
"Open the Star Gate!"
The sect master shouted, his voice reaching the ears of the remaining cultivators of Blue Sky Sword Sea.
Zhang DaoMing's body shuddered, standing together with Chen Xia, and instantly said,
"Opening the Star Gate, the sect master wants to go to the realm?"
He quickly shook his head, frowning, "The Star Gate leads directly to the realm, why open it only now, he could have left long ago."
Zhang DaoMing was a little confused.
Beside him, Chen Xia also didn't understand much, he only hoped the sect master and the Old Fisherman wouldn't bother him, and let him leave.
But Zhang DaoMing's doubts were quickly resolved.
Because the immortal swords beneath their feet began to tremble, and the structures on them shook layer by layer.
One shake.
The buildings didn't fall, held up by the sword intent.
The immortal swords flew far away, pulling along vast sword intent, but the sword bodies grew smaller.
By the time it fell into the Old Fisherman's hands, it was just a three-foot flying sword, but the terrifying sword intent nearly distorted the Old Fisherman's expression as he forcibly endured it, raising the immortal sword high, about to slash down into the starry river.
To open the Star Gate here.
Zhang DaoMing understood, crying out, "He wants to slash the starry river to open the Star Gate, to bring the entire Blue Sky Sword Sea into the realm, and thus avoid the Great World's retribution!"
What a terrifying move!
Zhang DaoMing's body shook, although he didn't know if it could avoid retribution, but the sect master being able to think of such a shocking and outrageous method was enough to make one astonished.
Chen Xia put Big Yellow Dog on his back, already preparing to slip away, "Old Zhang, let's go!"
Seeing his appearance, Zhang DaoMing's shocked expression froze for a rare moment, "Stealing a dog, what are you doing?"
"Run quickly." Chen Xia's footsteps quickened, he had already found a gap and was getting ready to escape.
Zhang DaoMing hurried to follow him, though he didn't want to live, Zhang DaoMing had also said he didn't want to die, following Chen Xia was good too.
High up in the sky, the immortal sword wasn't big, but contained the sword intent to annihilate the starry river, arrogantly slashing down.
Opening the Star Gate.
Tens of thousands of meteorites were crushed into dust, the starry river ripped open, revealing gloomy colors.
This was the Star Gate.
But it only opened halfway.
Because a huge hand reaching out from the depths of the realm firmly blocked the immortal sword, and a distant voice spoke:
"I said before, when the time comes I will personally take the immortal sword."
The White Emperor!
The aged figure above the sword sea slightly raised his head, his profound gaze seeming to pierce the entire sky, but he didn't move.
"Get lost!" The Old Fisherman let out a cold snort, the immortal sword in his hand erupted with boundless sword light, illuminating the starry river for thousands of miles, directly slashing at the huge hand.
"An insignificant saint, yet dare use an immortal sword, laughable." The distant voice grew closer, and the huge hand disappeared.
The White Emperor stood before the Old Fisherman, divine light behind him, pulling along nine exquisite stars, disdainfully said,
"Obliterate."
The divine light suppressed everything, its terrifying aura making the starry sky tremble.
The White Emperor continued lightly laughing, "The Great World wants to settle accounts with you, this is the greater trend, I'm here to help the Way of Heaven, to act on heaven's behalf, right?"
He asked the aged figure above the sword sea.
The aged figure didn't reply, still looking at the starry sky.
Now as the Blue Sky Sword Sea's sect master rushed to battle the darkness with boundless sword light, buying time for Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The Sword Venerable Emperor most likely no longer had the strength to make a move.
In Blue Sky Sword Sea, only the Old Fisherman could fight, the White Emperor really wasn't afraid.
"Open." The Old Fisherman suddenly turned the immortal sword, dense ancient glyphs slowly emerged from the sword edge.
At the same time, his appearance started to age, his half head of white hair now all white, his aura declining.
But the immortal sword abruptly strengthened.
"Truly insane." The White Emperor frowned, giving his evaluation.
"Get lost." The Old Fisherman still spoke this way, his voice extremely aged.
The immortal sword slashed out.
Half the starry river was sword light!
Chen Xia carrying Big Yellow Dog had already escaped to the outer boundary of Blue Sky Sword Sea, and was about to reach the realm.
Zhang DaoMing hurriedly followed close behind, a little out of breath, "Slow down, slow down."
"Can't slow down, I'm going to sprint!" Chen Xia was very excited.
He took the first step into the realm, his first in thousands of years, his whole body now standing outside the realm.
Right at this moment.
Chen Xia abruptly turned back, behind him stood an elder, a very familiar figure, leaving Chen Xia stunned for a moment, then revealing a bitter smile.
"Master."
"Just an avatar." The Old Fisherman said lightly.
Chen Xia also saw it, putting down Big Yellow Dog behind him, sighing, "Won't even let me go now?"
"I have my orders." The Old Fisherman spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, hands clasped behind his back, gently shaking his head.
"Not that I won't let you leave, just that with your Heaven Mending Realm strength, kill me and you can go."
Chen Xia's gaze lowered, lips pursed, "Why is it still like this even now?"
"This is cultivation." The Old Fisherman directly gave this answer, at the same time striding towards Chen Xia, saying gently,
"Come back with me."
Just as he finished speaking, the Old Fisherman's figure arrived before Chen Xia, the aged hand about to grab Chen Xia's shoulder.
"Don't."
A snow-white hand blocked the Old Fisherman's aged palm, Chen Xia's pupils turning pure white, containing supreme might, speaking firmly again:
"I will definitely leave."
His body instantly turned pure white, shaking the void with a tremor, directly charging at the Old Fisherman, smashing towards a meteorite.
Big Yellow Dog and Zhang DaoMing watched anxiously from a broken star.
Chen Xia and the Old Fisherman's battle was extremely intense, one could only see two beams of bright light colliding amidst the shattered starry river, each time accompanied by extremely strong might spreading out.
The meteorites crumbled into dust, the void ripped open cracks.
"Heavenly pressure." The Old Fisherman suddenly spoke, a complicated imprint flashing between his brows.
This was a Half-Immortal technique.
Chen Xia's charging body instantly shook, his gaze vacant, only feeling before him was a void, unable to see anything coming at him.
It was as if he stood in the empty starry river, bearing the pressure of the heavenly dome.
In just a moment, the dome crushed him.
Chen Xia's pure white figure exploded downwards, smashing through layers of meteorites, falling into the starry sky, consciousness dimming, right below Big Yellow Dog and Zhang DaoMing.
The Old Fisherman moved his feet, already arriving at Chen Xia's side, saying gently,
"My realm is only Heaven Mending Realm, but my combat power certainly can't be judged by an ordinary Heaven Mending Realm cultivator, don't underestimate me."
He stretched out a hand, about to grab Chen Xia.
"Wait...wait, don't!" A halting shout came.
The Old Fisherman turned.
Big Yellow Dog was standing there shouting, seemingly extremely afraid, but his gaze firmly fixed on him.
Not retreating one bit.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
