Gu Qingfeng stared at the projection resembling an abyssal beast, frantically lodging complaints.
Yet, no one paid him any heed.
ROAR!!
A deafening roar erupted from the projection's maw, forming visible soundwaves that sent the void into violent tremors.
Bathed in terrifying demonic light, it appeared as though a calamity-bringing demon god had emerged from the abyss of all evils, with all living beings prostrating at its feet, trembling in fear.
BOOM!
The sound of shattering space echoed as the projection vanished from its spot, surpassing the limits of time, and reappeared before Gu Qingfeng in an instant.
Its pale claws slashed toward him with ruthless force!
Infinite demonic light erupted, carrying traces of indestructible demonic runes. The void cracked like a spiderweb under the assault before shattering into a rain of light, unleashing waves of terrifying energy.
Gu Qingfeng was stunned. Such a powerful strike—was this really his own projection?
He wasn’t even sure he could unleash an attack of this magnitude himself—it depended on his condition.
Much like sprinting, a slight difference in form could make or break a record.
Faced with such overwhelming force, his choice was simple... run!
Or, to put it more elegantly, a tactical retreat to avoid the enemy’s momentum.
Though the Sin of Annihilation was indestructible, Gu Qingfeng couldn’t be certain whether one Sin could annihilate another. Caution was wise.
SWOOSH!
At the last possible moment before the attack landed, Gu Qingfeng erupted with full power, transforming into a streak of demonic light that traversed ten thousand miles in an instant.
He was fast, but the projection was no slower—in fact, with its four limbs pounding the darkness, it was even slightly quicker.
Its limbs tore through the abyss, sending ripples through the blackened void like disturbed water.
For a time, their speed seemed to transcend time itself, as though both had vanished from existence.
Dodging and weaving, Gu Qingfeng’s expression darkened. He knew he couldn’t keep evading—once caught in the enemy’s rhythm, seizing the initiative would be nearly impossible.
Yet, what puzzled him was the projection’s complete lack of reason. It fought like a savage beast, tearing at everything in sight without any semblance of strategy.
Perhaps this was his chance!
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes flashed as he abruptly halted and threw a punch.
Three thousand strands of primordial chaos descended, while seven black serpents coiled into inky darkness around his fists. Indestructible demonic runes etched themselves onto his body, and behind him, the phantoms of three thousand demon gods emerged—each one grotesque and radiating overwhelming demonic might.
The frenzied projection didn’t even attempt to dodge. Instead, it let out a piercing howl as endless demonic light surged forth. A monstrous demonic shadow rose from its body, transforming it into a true abyssal beast that met the attack head-on.
But the projection struck nothing.
Everything had been an illusion—a feint conjured by Gu Qingfeng’s Reality Mirage technique. The real killing blow came from behind!
BOOM!
A devastating wave of energy erupted against the projection’s back, striking with full force.
CRACK!
The projection’s body exploded without resistance, splintering into tens of thousands of fragments.
Gu Qingfeng didn’t stop there. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed billions of demonic rays, piercing and annihilating every last piece of the projection’s remains.
Not a single speck of dust remained.
Yet Gu Qingfeng remained vigilant.
Sure enough, the next moment, endless black mist surged from the void, and the terrifying demonic shadow—like an abyssal beast—reemerged, completely unharmed.
Gu Qingfeng’s heart sank. The Sin of Annihilation could not kill another Sin, for both were rooted in the evil thoughts of all living beings. Though the projection was a replica forged by the Emperor’s Path, its essence was the same—neither could overcome the other.
As for devouring one another? Equally futile. With identical power, mutual consumption would only result in an endless cycle, achieving nothing.
Damn it!
He cursed inwardly.
If neither could destroy the other, how was he supposed to break through the fifth trial?
Without defeating the projection, he couldn’t escape this darkness. And without escaping, he couldn’t compete for the Mandate of Heaven.
Failure to seize the Mandate meant handing victory to Emperor Yan—and losing his family forever.
The mere thought of Emperor Yan resurrecting the corpses of fallen emperors sent a searing pain through Gu Qingfeng’s heart. Who could understand the agony of being left utterly alone?
BOOM!
Lost in thought, Gu Qingfeng barely registered as the beast-like projection lunged again, its abyssal maw gaping wide to devour him.
This time, however, he didn’t dodge. His earlier attack had proven one thing—the Sin could not harm another Sin.
So why bother evading? Better to calm his mind and...
DING!
Host has been attacked by own projection.
All attributes +100,000,000...
What the—!?
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
What’s going on!?
Why did my stats increase? That doesn’t make sense—I’m a genuine human! If my identical copy attacked me, why did the system trigger?
While he reeled in shock, the projection continued its mindless assault, and the system’s notifications kept chiming.
Gu Qingfeng could feel himself strengthening in every conceivable way—his Sin, his Primordial Chaos Body, his demonic path—all surged uncontrollably.
"System, what the hell is happening? Why does my projection’s attacks make me stronger?"
The system’s icy voice responded:
"This system is named ‘Grow Stronger When Attacked by Demons.’ Host must deduce the rest."
"I’ll deduce your ancestors!"
Gu Qingfeng swore loudly. This damn system was utterly useless—couldn’t even give a proper explanation.
Well, after years of relying on it, he knew better than to expect coherence.
If the system wouldn’t clarify, he’d have to figure it out himself.
Then, an idea struck him.
"Wait... am I a demon?"
The thought startled him so much that he immediately punched himself.
No stat increase.
This confirmed he wasn’t a demon. He’d tried exploiting this loophole before—attempting to turn himself into a demon—but always failed. So why would his projection count?
If he wasn’t a demon, why did the projection’s attacks trigger the system?
Let’s think this through.
Only demon attacks grant stats. My own attacks don’t, so I’m not a demon.
The projection’s attacks do, meaning the projection is a demon.
But here’s the problem—isn’t the projection supposed to be an exact copy?
Speaking of exact copies... Gu Qingfeng took a closer look at the rabid creature tearing into him—its inhuman visage, terrifying fangs, and razor-sharp claws.
"Exact copy" my ass. This thing looked nothing like him!
Suddenly, it clicked.
Drawing on his years of demonic cultivation expertise, he understood.
Initially, the projection had mirrored him perfectly. But as their power escalated, the projection’s form had twisted—becoming a monstrous fiend, as though consumed by demonic energy.
What did this mean?
It meant his own power had corrupted the projection.
Both the Sin of Annihilation, born from the collective evil of all living beings, and his demonic path, forged from countless wicked arts, were the epitome of corruption.
They embodied the absolute pinnacle of malevolence.
All the wickedness of the world converged into a single being—no existence could possibly withstand such power. Even the Heavenly Dao would succumb to demonic corruption, let alone a mere projection.
The only difference between the projection and oneself lay in the System.
With the System's suppression, one could wield this supreme evil force without any adverse effects. Yet, in the hands of the projection, this power transformed him into a fiend of utter malevolence, plunging him irrevocably into the abyss.
In other words, without the System, the projection's depravity would be one's true nature.
This realization reminded Gu Qingfeng of a poem from his past life—one whose first half was widely known, while its latter half remained obscure.
The first half went: "Wine and meat pass through the gut, but the Buddha remains in the heart."
And the second half?
"If the world follows my example, they tread the path of demons!"
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.”
【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.)
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
