A full half-month later, the secret spies sent out by the Wutong Holy Land returned. They compiled all the intelligence regarding the Yuxu Sect and Ye Chuan, presenting it to the Holy Maiden, Su Yao.
Inside the grand assembly hall, five old men in black robes sat upright on both sides. Each of them was surrounded by the aura of the Tribulation Crossing Realm. These were the Tribulation Crossing Realm elders of the Wutong Holy Land.
This was the true foundation of the Wutong Holy Land, far beyond what any ordinary faction could compare to.
Su Yao, clad in a crimson brocade robe, sat at the head seat. Her face bore no excess emotion; only her slightly furrowed brows made the air in the hall feel heavy and stagnant.
Below her, a spy knelt on one knee, his body completely tense. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead. Not even daring to breathe too loudly, he slowly reported every detail he had discovered, word by word.
"Lady Holy Maiden, after half a month of traveling across several places in the Eastern Hua Divine Continent, your subordinate has finally uncovered the full truth of what happened at the Yuxu Sect that day.
The three Mahayana Realm elders and the seven hundred and twenty-three Dao Comprehension Realm elders and disciples who went to the Yuxu Sect that day did not die at the hands of the Yuxu Sect's disciples. Nor was there any third-party faction involved. They were all slaughtered to the last man by a single mysterious man."
"A single man?" Su Yao narrowed her eyes, a trace of imperceptible coldness in her gaze.
"Do you know that our Holy Land's three Mahayana elders were all at the late stage of the Mahayana Realm? Even if a Tribulation Crossing Realm expert took action, it would be impossible to slaughter all of them completely.
Every Tribulation Crossing expert in the Profound Sky Continent has a known title. Do you mean to tell me you know absolutely nothing about this person's name and origin?
Or could it be that this person is in the Ascension Realm?"
The spy hurriedly kowtowed. "To answer the Holy Maiden, your subordinate found out that disciples of the Yuxu Sect saw it with their own eyes. That man's methods were bizarre and domineering. Black chaotic power could manifest around his body, capable of devouring all spiritual energy and spells.
That day, the three Mahayana elders joined forces to unleash their ultimate killing moves, but he neutralized them with a casual wave of his hand. Following that, he killed one Mahayana elder with a single sword strike, and crippled the other two using bizarre methods.
As for the rest of the disciples, they didn't even touch the hem of his clothes before their souls were pierced by chains from a domain he summoned, resulting in their total annihilation.
The disciples of the Yuxu Sect do not know his true name. They only know that he frequently accompanies Sect Master Bai Qianshuang and that his identity is highly mysterious."
As his voice fell, the Tribulation Crossing Realm elders on both sides of the hall remained calm, though a faint trace of surprise flashed in their eyes.
Being able to so easily slay three Mahayana experts meant his methods were indeed bizarre, but to Tribulation Crossing Realm experts like them, it wasn't too outrageous.
A white-haired elder slowly spoke, his tone flat:
"Holy Maiden, there is no need to be too surprised. To possess such methods, this person's cultivation is certainly not low, but he might not necessarily be able to stir up much trouble.
Our Wutong Holy Land has five Tribulation Crossing Realm elders, as well as our Ancestor holding down the fort. Why should we fear a nameless nobody? It won't be too late to strike once we investigate his origins clearly."
Su Yao did not refute him. She merely looked at the spy. "Continue. I want all the other intelligence. Do not leave out a single detail."
"Yes!" The spy hastily complied. As if remembering something, he quickly took out a faint glimmer of soul light from his storage ring.
Within the soul light, the blurry phantom of a man could be vaguely seen. His aura was incredibly broken and looked as if it could dissipate at any moment.
"Lady Holy Maiden, your subordinate found a broken remnant soul in the Eastern Hua Divine Continent. This remnant soul belongs to none other than Qin Tianya, the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect, which was formerly one of the top three sects of the Eastern Hua Divine Continent."
"The Qingyun Sect?" Su Yao furrowed her brows, a trace of confusion flashing across her face.
"I ordered you to investigate the person who took action at the Yuxu Sect. What value does this Qingyun Sect Master have that warrants a special report?"
"Lady Holy Maiden, the Qingyun Sect is by no means an ordinary sect!" The spy hurriedly shook his head.
"Your subordinate read a portion of the memories from Qin Tianya's remnant soul and learned that the Qingyun Sect was formerly the head of the top three sects in the Eastern Hua Divine Continent. Its foundation was profound, and several Mahayana Realm ancestors were hidden within the sect.
But just recently, this person first destroyed Qin Tianya, and then went to the Qingyun Sect all by himself. Without any reason, he launched a war of annihilation against the Qingyun Sect.
Shortly after, the Mahayana ancestors of the Qingyun Sect were also easily slain by him. No one in the Qingyun Sect survived, and the entire sect was completely razed to the ground.
As for Qin Tianya, he barely managed to escape with a sliver of his remnant soul. Your subordinate learned from the memories of Qin Tianya's remnant soul that the man's name is Huang Haotian. We only know that his relationship with the Yuxu Sect is quite deep. As for his origins, they remain unknown for now."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall finally experienced a ripple of fluctuation.
Su Yao sneered, her tone sharp and fierce:
"What a Huang Haotian! To dare kill the people of my Wutong Holy Land!"
After her surge of anger, Su Yao gradually calmed down. The increasingly declining aura of her own Ancestor instantly surfaced in her mind.
She took a deep breath, her tone returning to a steady state, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty:
"Elders, I am sure you are all well aware that the Ancestor is the stabilizing pillar of our Wutong Holy Land.
But now, the Ancestor's lifespan is nearing its end. Only the divine tomb left behind by that peak Ascension Realm expert contains the immortal items that can extend the Ancestor's life. And one of the secret realm keys is located within the inherited secret treasures of the Yuxu Sect."
A black-robed elder slowly spoke, "Rest assured, Holy Maiden. We naturally know the importance of this matter.
Even if that Huang Haotian can slay Mahayana experts, he is at most at the Tribulation Crossing Realm. Our Wutong Holy Land has five Tribulation Crossing Realm elders, as well as our Ancestor, an Ascension Realm expert, holding the line. No matter how strong he is, he is absolutely no match for our Holy Land.
In my opinion, we should simply send three Tribulation Crossing Realm elders to flatten the Yuxu Sect, seize the secret key, and conveniently slay Huang Haotian to avenge the disciples of our Holy Land!"
"Exactly!" another elder echoed.
"Our Wutong Holy Land has a legacy of millions of years, several Tribulation Crossing Realm elders, and an Ascension Realm Ancestor holding down the fort. Let alone a single Huang Haotian, even if other Holy Lands took action, they might not necessarily be able to do anything to us!"
The several elders voiced their stances one after another, all advocating for war, their tones full of confidence.
They had enough capital to fear no Tribulation Crossing Realm cultivator. No matter how strong Ye Chuan was, in the face of the Wutong Holy Land's absolute strength, he could only be reduced to dust.
Su Yao nodded slightly. "What the elders have said is absolutely correct. Our Wutong Holy Land inherently has no need to fear a Tribulation Crossing Realm expert.
That Huang Haotian killed the elites of our Holy Land, a crime deserving of ten thousand deaths. The Yuxu Sect holds the secret realm key, which they should have offered up to our Holy Land in the first place."
She raised her eyes and looked at Qin Tianya's remnant soul. With a light tap of her fingertip, a wisp of spiritual energy was injected into the soul light.
"Qin Tianya, although you have already fallen, considering you are an old acquaintance of that Huang Haotian, I will preserve your remnant soul."
After speaking, she withdrew her spiritual energy and looked downward. "Pass down the order to assemble our forces immediately. Command three Tribulation Crossing Realm elders to lead the team, accompanied by the Mahayana Realm and Dao Comprehension Realm elders and disciples of the Holy Land. Seize the secret realm key, slay Huang Haotian, and spread the prestige of our Holy Land!"
"Your subordinate obeys the command!"
The five Tribulation Crossing Realm elders also stood up one after another, bowing in salute:
"We obey the Holy Maiden's command!"

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”