Chen Xia and his inner demon were now staring at each other, stuck in a standstill.
"Your memories have started to surface, haven’t they? Any thoughts?" the inner demon asked.
Chen Xia hesitated for a moment, furrowing his brow. "It feels like they’re coming back, but also like they’re stuck. I can’t quite piece it together, as if I’ve hit a wall."
The inner demon sighed and said, "It seems I’ll have to show you something more intense."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly tapped the air in front of him. Ripples spread through the void, gradually forming the image of an elderly man.
"This is your close friend, someone you could call a lifelong companion. His name is Zhang DaoMing. Your friendship spans tens of thousands of years."
The short, elderly figure didn’t move, simply smiling at Chen Xia, just as he had in the past.
Chen Xia was stunned. His mind churned like raging waves, crashing and colliding. He knocked on his head and asked, "Where is he now?"
The inner demon tapped the air again, and Zhang DaoMing’s figure vanished, replaced by a small grave shaded by a phoenix tree.
"What does this mean?" Chen Xia pointed at the grave, dumbfounded.
"He passed away peacefully. In other words, he’s dead," the inner demon replied flatly, without a hint of emotion.
Hearing this, Chen Xia froze. His eyes flickered with what seemed like sorrow, but he couldn’t quite summon the emotion. In the end, all he could manage was a sigh. He frowned at the inner demon and said, "Are you messing with me?"
"Sadness always leaves a deep impression," the inner demon shrugged. "Well, let’s keep going."
He placed his hand on the fabric of the world, and his figure disappeared. Slowly, other figures began to materialize in the sky.
Pan Dadao, Old Fisherman, Little Chan Er, Cao Gao…
One by one, they appeared, not speaking, only smiling at Chen Xia before quickly fading away, replaced by others.
Chen Xia wasn’t the sentimental type, so even as he saw these figures, he only stood there, stunned. Something seemed on the verge of surfacing in his mind, but it remained stuck.
He couldn’t remember. He just couldn’t.
Then, a voice rang out. It belonged to a short-haired woman who seemed shy, her head slightly lowered as she avoided his gaze. She asked softly,
"Chen… Chen Xia, do you still remember me?"
A surge of sword energy erupted from Chen Xia’s heart, and a small crimson sword hovered beside him, trembling slightly.
Memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
Chen Xia stood there, dazed.
He began to understand, murmuring to himself,
"I am Chen Xia."
Call my true name.
As these words left his lips, the entire world suddenly brightened, countless rays of light piercing through.
Chen Xia opened his eyes.
The inner demon stood before him, hands clasped behind his back, and explained,
"This was all a grand dream I crafted to wake you up. You didn’t lose your memories; I simply used the dream to rouse you. Everything you just saw was part of that dream."
"..." Chen Xia remained silent for a while before nodding softly. "I see."
Though he had awakened, his mood wasn’t particularly good. He shook his head at the inner demon and said, "Cut back on the nostalgia trips in the future. My heart is as cold as the sword in my hand. It’s useless."
"Then next time, I’ll hit you with something even harder," the inner demon replied.
"Thanks a lot," Chen Xia said sarcastically, raising his left hand. The Ancestral Dragon, which had encircled the entire Great Death Realm, instantly shrank and coiled around his arm, becoming a pure white dragon tattoo.
His cultivation at the Quasi-Emperor level had stabilized, and over the tens of thousands of years of slumber, he had even made progress.
The inner demon stood with his hands behind his back, his crimson eyes gleaming as he chuckled,
"Now that you’re awake, the next steps are simpler. I represent the Great Death Realm, and you represent the World Realm. Together, we’re one entity. Once we enter the Immortal Realm, we’ll be unstoppable. The day we conquer East Jia State isn’t far off."
The inner demon briefly outlined his plan to take over East Jia State and shared their next steps.
"We’ll use the Ten Thousand Mountains as our base and expand outward. I’ll hold down the Great Death Realm, keeping an eye on the situation at all times. You, as the World Will and someone without fate, can freely traverse the Immortal Realm. With the Time Dao to protect you, we’ll first conquer East Jia State. After that, the entire Immortal Realm will bear the name Chen."
Chen Xia had a question. "Have you run into Xu Zhen in the Immortal Realm?"
"I have. She recognized me as your inner demon and seemed quite concerned about you. Right now, the Immortal Realm is at war with the Divine Realm. We might as well consider taking over the Divine Realm too, aiming to unify the All Heavens World as soon as possible."
"Sure, sure," Chen Xia replied, though he didn’t particularly care about unifying the All Heavens World. However, to control the Way of Heaven, it was a necessary step.
Chen Xia hesitated for a moment before asking, "Can I still return to the Blue Sky Sword Sea?"
"Probably not," the inner demon shook his head. "The Way of Heaven has separated the Great Heaven from the rest of the realms. You can’t enter the Great Heaven, so you can’t return to the Blue Sky Sword Sea. My idea is to conquer more realms so that, even without the Way of Heaven’s permission, we can forcefully break through the barrier."
"Understood," Chen Xia nodded softly, gazing at the now vibrant Great Death Realm. Who could have imagined that tens of thousands of years ago, this place was a lifeless wasteland?
Truly, the world is full of uncertainties.
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
