The various talents had no choice but to surrender a wisp of their fortune to the Inner demon.
The Inner demon scattered the threads of fortune into the lake beneath his feet, which would be the foundation for his future conquest of the entire East Jia State.
Once these talents grew into pivotal figures in their sects, he could leverage their fortune to ascend effortlessly and take over East Jia State.
From there, he could use the entire East Jia State as a base to seize control of the entire Immortal Realm, laying the groundwork for his main body to become a Heavenly Dao. Perhaps he could even become the fifth Heavenly Dao directly while the main body was still familiarizing itself.
But if he became a Heavenly Dao, the number of Daos wouldn't matter anymore, as he would be invincible either way.
What about the Heavenly Dao slumbering in the Great Heaven?
That was clearly a fake Heavenly Dao.
The Inner demon nodded, finding this reasoning reasonable. He then looked up at the sky, where the will of the Immortal Realm hovered beyond the Ten Thousand Mountains, seemingly intending to expel him.
The Inner demon scoffed and shouted toward the sky, "I come and go as I please. Who do you think you are?"
His words were indeed arrogant.
In the territory of the Eighth Mountain.
The Elder of Wuxi Sect rushed in urgently, not saying much, and immediately knelt down, kowtowing.
"Please save the talents of Wuxi Sect and the talents of the entire East Jia State!"
An Elder of the Eighth Mountain came out, puzzled, and asked, "What's going on?"
The Elder of Wuxi Sect quickly explained, "After the Ten Thousand Mountains opened, the talents entered, but for some reason, they all ended up deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, being hunted by Heaven Mending Realm great demons. The Emperors have already gone, and I came to ask the Eighth Mountain for help."
The Elder of the Eighth Mountain was stunned and couldn't help but point at the Elder of Wuxi Sect.
"Didn't we tell you not to go deep into the Ten Thousand Mountains? Why did you go in a group? Are you tired of living?"
"Besides, this is a critical time when the Immortal Realm is at war with the Divine Realm. The Eighth Mountain itself is too busy to spare any hands. How can we help you?"
"Moreover, you know the Ten Thousand Mountains. Even Emperors have to kneel when they enter. You must have some idea of how terrifying the existence inside is!"
The Elder of Wuxi Sect nodded, not daring to argue, still kneeling.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the hall, and a group of old men walked in, not saying a word, just kneeling and kowtowing.
"Elder, please save my precious son, he's my only child!"
"Elder, our sect's talents cannot die!"
"Elder..."
The pleas continued, and the Elder of the Eighth Mountain knew the matter was serious. So many talents couldn't be left unrescued, but the question was how to save them.
He was still pondering when someone hugged his leg and cried, "Elder, please save our talents. I'll serve you like a slave if you do."
The Elder of the Eighth Mountain glared and pointed outside, shouting, "I want to save them too, but how can I with this old body of mine? Am I supposed to fly in and die?"
...
“Perhaps you could ask the legendary ruler of the Nine Mountains of the Immortal Realm?” a cultivator suggested, and the elders immediately perked up, nervously looking at the Elder of the Eighth Mountain.
"You want me to go ask the ruler of the Nine Mountains? You might as well burn this old body of mine!" the Elder of the Eighth Mountain cursed.
The group of old men began to cry again.
"What's going on?" A slightly cold voice asked, and a woman stood at the door, looking at the chaotic scene inside, unable to help but speak.
"Ah, I'm sorry to show you such a sight, Sect Leader Xu," the Elder of the Eighth Mountain quickly stepped over the crowd and greeted Xu Zhen with a smile, briefly explaining the situation and the reason behind these old men's pleas, then self-deprecatingly laughed.
"The depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains are not so easy to enter and exit. Even Emperors dared not venture in."
Xu Zhen frowned, "Is it really that dangerous?"
The Elder of the Eighth Mountain raised four fingers and added, "The strength of the existence inside is even higher than this."
Four fingers meant four Daos.
Xu Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go to the outer perimeter to take a look. After all, Wuxi Sect has done me a favor."
She turned and left.
The Elder of the Eighth Mountain sighed, thinking he should inform the ruler of the Nine Mountains, as the matter involved most of the young talents of East Jia State and couldn't be delayed.
At the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The talents slowly made their way out, having had a wisp of their fortune absorbed by the Inner demon, which established a connection with the Ten Thousand Mountains, a connection that would grow deeper and deeper, impossible to sever.
As a reward, they were allowed to take one heavenly treasure from the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
This made the talents' eyes light up, and they began searching the Ten Thousand Mountains for the treasures they desired.
The great demons didn't interfere, allowing them to come and go freely.
The Inner demon stood by the Heart Lake, which connected to the Great Death Realm, enabling him to constantly siphon threads of fortune from the Immortal Realm into the Great Death Realm, then transfer those threads of fortune to the slumbering body of Chen Xia.
It was all about parasitism and bloodsucking.
The pure white Ancestral Dragon enveloping Chen Xia suddenly trembled, like a powerful heartbeat.
He was steadily advancing toward becoming a Heavenly Dao.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
