East Jia State.
At the highest point of the Wuxi Sect, the Wu Xi Great Emperor sat in the main seat, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. His divine consciousness kept twitching, feeling that something unusual was happening today.
Today was the day Little Guang entered the Ten Thousand Mountains. However, the Ten Thousand Mountains were not particularly dangerous. Many talented individuals would go there to train, and most of them would make significant gains, often breaking through their cultivation levels. Even if they were injured, it would only be minor.
There had been a detailed record kept by cultivators, showing that in the past thousand years in East Jia State, less than one percent of those who entered the Ten Thousand Mountains had died.
Most of these deaths were due to the same cause: venturing too deep into the Ten Thousand Mountains and provoking the hidden ferocious beasts. This kind of behavior was essentially suicidal and couldn't be considered truly dangerous.
Another cause of death was conflicts between cultivators.
The Wu Xi Great Emperor pondered for a moment. In terms of cultivation and combat power, Little Guang was one of the top six talents in East Jia State, and with himself, a Great Emperor, as a backer, it was unlikely that Little Guang would fall victim to such disputes.
So, what could the meaning of his twitching divine consciousness be?
It might not necessarily be something dangerous; it could involve other matters, but nothing was clear yet. The only thing that could be inferred was related to the Ten Thousand Mountains.
This made the Wu Xi Great Emperor think of another matter concerning the Ten Thousand Mountains. In the early days after the ban on the Ten Thousand Mountains was lifted, he and several other Great Emperors had studied it together, discovering several characteristics of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The first characteristic was the prohibition of high-level cultivators from entering. These high-level cultivators included those at the Great Saint level and above. However, to maintain the stability of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the restriction was extended to exclude even those below the Semi-Saint level.
The second characteristic was the opposite of the first: the Ten Thousand Mountains welcomed low-level cultivators. The lower the cultivation level, the more welcome they were. Once inside, low-level cultivators would receive protection, and most would break through their cultivation levels and emerge stronger.
The third characteristic was a conclusion drawn by several Great Emperors. They believed that the Ten Thousand Mountains seemed to have its own will, not under the control of the Immortal Realm. It was more like a vast and bountiful small world, which is why it welcomed low-level cultivators.
Some small worlds functioned this way, nurturing cultivators to strengthen the world itself.
When considering the rumors about the Ten Thousand Mountains when it first formed, it was speculated that it might be one of the legacies left by a supreme being.
That's why the Great Emperors wanted their disciples to enter the Ten Thousand Mountains. If one of them could obtain the supreme being's legacy, it would be a huge gain.
The Wu Xi Great Emperor also harbored such thoughts. If Little Guang could obtain the legacy, his future path of cultivation would be secured at the Great Emperor level, and he might even reach the third or fourth level of Great Emperor.
Thinking of this, the Wu Xi Great Emperor couldn't help but recall the Great Death Realm. The senior who presided over the Great Death Realm was likely a Fifth Level Great Emperor, one of the most powerful beings below the highest tier.
It had been a long time since he last visited that senior. He hadn't dared to disturb him, especially since Xu Zhen hadn't broken through yet, fearing it might anger the senior.
"Little Guang must have entered the Ten Thousand Mountains by now," the Wu Xi Great Emperor murmured softly, stepping down from his seat and gazing at the distant Ten Thousand Mountains. He hoped that Little Guang's journey would be filled with nothing but good fortune.
Inside the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Cultivators had already begun to vie for opportunities, with familiar cultivators quickly forming alliances to gain the upper hand.
Even the top talents had to band together, forming groups to resist the most promising candidates for Great Emperor status within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The top six talents of East Jia State, however, acted independently, each representing their own sects and quickly establishing their territories within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Little Guang was an exception. She wasn't the leader of the Wuxi Sect; she was only responsible for herself, with other talents from the Wuxi Sect taking care of the rest.
The competition for opportunities reached a fever pitch in the first year, with battles raging fiercely. Various strategies were employed, all aimed at achieving their goals by any means necessary.
The Ten Thousand Mountains were indeed rich in opportunities, with countless treasures and rare herbs. However, with so many cultivators, the resources were stretched thin, and the treasures in the outer regions weren't necessarily the best.
As a result, some talented cultivators began to push deeper into the Ten Thousand Mountains, claiming they aimed to conquer the entire area.
By now, they had almost fully explored the outer regions and were on the verge of entering the inner regions.
As they ventured deeper, the treasures they discovered became increasingly valuable, with some even finding ingredients for high-grade Dao Pills.
This fueled the cultivators' enthusiasm to an unprecedented level. Led by five of the top six talents of East Jia State, they declared their intention to claim the title of rulers of the Ten Thousand Mountains. A group of cultivators below the Heaven Mending Realm were filled with fervor.
"So tired, whew," Little Guang exhaled, just having escaped the pursuit of a Sea Inversing Realm beast. She quickly took a moment to rest.
Her sparse eyebrows suddenly twitched as she turned to look behind her, her forehead creasing as she pointed into the forest and asked, "Who's the bastard back there?"
"Little Guang, you're still so funny," a light chuckle rang out. The figure of a man in black with a straw hat appeared faintly in the void, gradually solidifying.
"What's your deal? You just love scaring people, huh?" Little Guang's sparse eyebrows furrowed tightly, her arms crossed over her chest, clearly displeased.
The man in black shook his head and straightforwardly stated his purpose.
"I came to find you because I want to form an alliance with you. We're both among the top six talents, both at the ninth level of the Sea Inversing Realm. If we join forces, we'll be the first to break through to the Heaven Mending Realm. Then, all the great opportunities in the Ten Thousand Mountains will still be ours!"
Little Guang's eyebrows furrowed so tightly they almost knotted together. After a moment of thought, she shook her head and waved her hands.
"No way, no way. My master told me not to play with you guys. He said you'd trick me."
"Trick you? Come on, even though the Wu Xi Great Emperor is very powerful, you can't just listen to everything he says. You're already a ninth-level Sea Inversing Realm cultivator!"
"No, my master said you're not good people." Little Guang shook her head resolutely.
The black-clad man shrugged in defeat. "Well, that's too bad. I'll just have to find someone else to form an alliance with. Don't cry when you're left behind in the Heaven Mending Realm."
"Cry?" Little Guang frowned, waving her plump little fist angrily. "I'll give you two punches!"
Seeing that an alliance was out of the question, the black-clad man didn't want to waste any more time. He vanished in a flash.
The mission to conquer the Ten Thousand Mountains was urgent. He needed to quickly find other top talents to form an alliance and seize the greatest opportunities.
This journey to the Ten Thousand Mountains might very well be the trial that would set the top six talents apart. He had to use this chance to rise to the forefront among them.
By the same winter.
The top talents of the Ten Thousand Mountains gathered together, preparing to break through the outer regions and enter the true inner sanctum of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
On the same day.
A Heaven Mending Realm great beast in the inner regions coldly watched the assembled talents, waiting for them to come to him.

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?"

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?"

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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."