A thunderous sound erupted from Wu Tian's mouth.
At this moment, he emanated a golden radiance.
An immense aura burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the heavens.
"Hahaha."
"Cloud Top Empire, did you not expect this? I, Wu Tian, cannot die."
"And not only can I not die, but you all have helped me unlock my hidden constitution, the Undying Body."
"Possessing this constitution means that every time I die, I can be reborn, and each rebirth will cause my power to increase tenfold!"
"Hahahahaha..."
His arrogant laughter resounded through the skies.
Meanwhile, the people of the Wu Tian Empire who were holding a memorial service witnessed Wu Tian soaring into the heavens, and they immediately fell to their knees, eyes wide open.
"Wu Tian the sovereign has feigned death!"
"Silence, the sovereign has been revived."
"Yes, yes, judging from the sovereign's shout, he has clearly been revived, and even gained a blessing from this misfortune!"
"Heaven has blessed the Wu Tian Empire."
"We bow before Wu Tian the sovereign!"
"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live for eternity..."
Tens of thousands of people knelt in the imperial mausoleum, tears of joy streaming down their faces, their bodies trembling with excitement as they cried out passionately towards Wu Tian in the sky.
"Hahaha."
"Rise, my subjects."
Wu Tian descended from the heavens, waving his hand to gently lift the tens of thousands of people with a gentle force.
"Immediately summon the finest craftsmen to sculpt a statue of my Grandmaster, using gold and stone as materials, at a scale of ten thousand times his original size."
"Once I have conquered the Cloud Top Empire, I shall place this statue in the imperial city of the Cloud Top Empire, for billions of people to revere!"
After landing, Wu Tian immediately issued his first command.
"Huh?"
"A sculpture made of gold and stone, at ten thousand times the size?"
Upon hearing this, the people were utterly astonished.
A high-ranking court official couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Your Majesty, that Grandmaster of yours abandoned you in your moment of crisis, nearly causing you to be lost forever. Why would you honor such a contemptible person?"
"Silence!" The official's voice had barely fallen when Wu Tian slapped him to the ground, his face contorted with rage as he roared, "How dare you question my Grandmaster and speak ill of him? You're courting death."
"Guards, throw him into the Wu Tian's secret prison and await his punishment!"
As Wu Tian's words fell, the others fell deathly silent, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"Hmph!"
"I know the rest of you are also puzzled, so let me tell you the truth – this was all arranged by my Grandmaster!" Wu Tian declared solemnly.
Upon hearing this, the people were utterly bewildered.
Clearly, Wu Tian's so-called Grandmaster had abandoned him in his moment of crisis, so how could this have been an intentional arrangement?
"Hmph, ignorant fools!"
"Let me explain more clearly – my Grandmaster must have known about my Undying Body constitution."
"That's why he staged this entire drama."
As he spoke, Wu Tian gazed towards the heavens with an expression of reverence and awe.
"Looking back, my Grandmaster had hinted to me from the very beginning to fight the Cloud Top Empire to the bitter end. Then, he suddenly left me in the preceding period, clearly intending to create a near-death situation for me, allowing my Undying Body to awaken."
"If not for my Grandmaster's meticulous planning, how could I have faced such a life-or-death predicament, triggering the awakening of this constitution so swiftly?"
"My Grandmaster's foresight is truly profound and heartfelt!"
Upon hearing Wu Tian's explanation, the people present were suddenly enlightened.
After all, who in their right mind would willingly place themselves in a situation of impending death?
And in the absence of knowledge about his Undying Body, Wu Tian would never have risked his life either.
So that elder must have designed this entire scheme!
"I see, I see now."
"That elder is a person of godly intelligence!"
"With meticulous planning and foresight into the heavens' machinations."
"Such a mighty figure is truly the blessed star of the Wu Tian Empire, nay, of the entire world!"
"In retrospect, we were wrong to blame that elder."
"Yes, yes indeed!"
The newly enlightened people voiced their admiration, shaking their heads regretfully.
Because when Wu Tian had died earlier, almost everyone harbored resentment towards the man named Yi Feng.
"Indeed!"
"When I first learned that my Grandmaster had abandoned me, how could I not have blamed him as well?"
Hearing the people's words, Wu Tian also lowered his head remorsefully, repeatedly slapping his own face with great force.
"I, Wu Tian, am a contemptible sinner."
"My Grandmaster's kindness towards me is as vast as a mountain, yet I had such thoughts about him. I am less than human."
"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I truly deserve to die!"
"So tell me, how could erecting a statue repay my Grandmaster's immense grace?" Wu Tian asked, his eyes brimming with tears.
"It should be erected!"
"Yes, yes, it should indeed be erected."
"You speak true – I believe we should not only erect this one statue, but place a statue of the elder in every city within the Wu Tian Empire."
"Correct, and we should also include the elder in the educational texts for the descendants of the Wu Tian Empire, so that his name may be passed down through the ages, allowing every future generation to know that there was once such an elder who bestowed great kindness and virtue upon our empire!"
The people knelt on the ground, their expressions sincere as they voiced their opinions.
"Excellent!"
Wu Tian revealed a gratified smile and shouted loudly, "Then let it be as you have said – every city in the Wu Tian Empire shall erect a statue of my Grandmaster!"
"Of course."
"As for the statues, I must not forget my Grandmaster's previous directive."
"I can only face him again after achieving great feats."
"So heed my command, people of the Wu Tian Empire – let every citizen take up arms, and we shall attack the Cloud Top Empire once more!"
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?!
