High above the heavens, Little Black's perpetually indifferent vertical pupils suddenly shrank!
On its dark feathers, the originally slowly flowing dark golden luster instantly surged as if coming alive, erupting with a dazzling divine radiance!
A terrifying aura—primordial, supreme, and originating from a vicious bird of antiquity—fully awakened of its own accord, crashing into a confrontation in the void against the sweeping, vast imperial might!
The two supreme auras did not clash directly, but like two invisible heavenly chasms, they tore the entire sky apart!
All existences at the Saint level and above felt their souls violently tremble. It was as if they were caught between two ancient stars about to collide, experiencing the ultimate oppression right before total destruction!
Little Black's massive body paused slightly in the void, and the giant claw pressing down toward Li Wuya involuntarily halted for a moment.
In its cold pupils, the radiant colored glaze lamp rising from the forbidden grounds was clearly reflected for the first time. A trace of solemnity replaced its previous nonchalance.
Right at this moment of life and death!
Buzz—!
The Imperial Weapon, the Colored Glaze World-Cleansing Lamp, seemed to sense the imminent death of the Holy Lord, Li Wuya, and violently trembled!
A pure and gentle colored glaze radiance, yet containing supreme and mighty power, fell instantly as if crossing through space and time. It accurately struck the invisible force field Little Black used to imprison Li Wuya!
This light from the Imperial Weapon was not meant to attack, but to rescue!
Crack...
A barely audible cracking sound echoed. The indestructible spatial confinement was actually forced open a sliver by this light imbued with the laws of the Imperial Dao!
Now!
As the Holy Lord, Li Wuya shared a telepathic connection with the Imperial Weapon. At this critical juncture of life and death, he erupted with astonishing decisiveness!
Without hesitation, he burned his origin Saint Blood. His figure transformed into a mournful streak of bloody light, risking everything to flee desperately toward the core of the Colored Glaze Holy Land where the Imperial Weapon was located!
Hmph.
A trace of coldness flashed across Little Black's indifferent vertical pupils. Its giant claw twitched slightly, as if wanting to confine him once more.
However, the Imperial Weapon, the Colored Glaze World-Cleansing Lamp, seemed to have anticipated this. The imperial fire flickered within the lamp, and another, even more majestic stream of world-cleansing holy light spewed out. It transformed into a curtain of light stretching for tens of thousands of miles, lying horizontally between Little Black and Li Wuya!
Within the curtain of light, laws circulated, containing an extremely strong power of obstruction and purification, forcefully delaying Little Black's pursuit!
Although this light curtain could not truly stop Little Black, it bought a crucial instant for Li Wuya!
Pfft!
Li Wuya spat out another mouthful of essence blood, his speed soaring to the extreme. Finally, like a shooting star, he crashed into the core area shrouded by the light of the Imperial Weapon above the Colored Glaze Holy Land!
As soon as he returned under the protection of the Imperial Weapon's light, Li Wuya felt the fatal sense of oppression suddenly lighten!
He collapsed weakly in the void, panting heavily. His face was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, as well as a deep-seated, bone-deep resentment toward that black, vicious bird!
Imperial Weapon, protect me! Forefathers, help me! he roared hoarsely, his voice spreading throughout the Holy Land.
High above the heavens, Little Black floated in the air. Its cold vertical pupils swept over the radiant and vastly majestic Colored Glaze World-Cleansing Lamp, and then looked down at the towering, continuous, yet now utterly panic-stricken mountain ranges of the Colored Glaze Holy Land in the distance.
An even colder mental fluctuation, carrying a trace of mockery and an intense will to destroy, slowly spread out, falling clearly into the sea of consciousness of every living being present:
Flee?
The monk can run away, but can the temple run with him?
Before its voice faded, Little Black's giant wings that obscured the sky and sun gave a gentle flap.
Buzz—!
Space seemed to ripple like water.
Its figure instantly blurred. The next moment, like a phantom, it silently appeared above the Colored Glaze Holy Land, directly facing the Colored Glaze World-Cleansing Lamp and looking down at the mountains and rivers of the entire Holy Land!
Its speed was so fast that it seemed to have directly crossed through space, ignoring all distance!
It had directly descended upon the mountain gates of the Colored Glaze Holy Land!
A true storm of destruction was about to completely erupt upon this land that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years!
Little Black's figure appeared above the Colored Glaze Holy Land like a dark cloud of world destruction, instantly enveloping the entire Holy Land.
It did not immediately launch an attack, but simply hovered there quietly, its cold vertical pupils looking down indifferently.
Suddenly, an indescribably terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, slowly emanated from its massive body and crushed down toward the Colored Glaze Holy Land below!
Wherever the pressure passed, space solidified and spiritual energy froze. The protective light curtain woven by the light of the Imperial Weapon above the Colored Glaze Holy Land actually let out an overwhelmed cracking sound and began to tremble violently!
The ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, beginning to sink slightly. Mountains cracked, and rivers ceased to flow!
Buzz—!!!
The Imperial Weapon, the Colored Glaze World-Cleansing Lamp, felt this naked provocation and will to destroy. It let out an angry hum, its lamp radiating billions of feet of light, attempting to stabilize the protective light curtain and resist this monstrous pressure.
The two invisible forces wrestled madly in the void, emitting muffled roars like thunder!
Crack! Crack! Crack...!
Right at the instant this destructive pressure descended, a sudden mutation occurred in the deepest forbidden grounds of the Colored Glaze Holy Land!
Coffins of profound ice jade and ancient stone, sealed in dust for an unknown number of years and covered in arcane runes and the dust of time, exploded one after another under the stimulation of this apocalyptic disaster and the mournful summons of the Imperial Weapon!
Emaciated figures, yet exuding monstrous Saintly might, suddenly sat up from within the coffins!
Ten, twenty... a total of more than thirty Forefathers at the Saint King realm!
Three, five... and finally, seven supreme existences at the Great Saint realm!
All of them were forcibly awakened from their eternal slumber by this unprecedented crisis!
Hmm?!
The Imperial Weapon has awakened?! The sect's grand array is wailing?! Just what kind of great enemy is this?!
What is going on?!
As soon as these Forefathers woke up, their eyes still carried the blankness and confusion brought about by their long slumber. Their souls were filled with the urgent warnings sent by the Imperial Weapon and the terrifying, heart-palpitating pressure from the outside world!
This pressure... is peerlessly tyrannical, tearing apart the firmament! Th-This is... an ancient vicious bird, a Golden-Winged Great Peng?!
An experienced and knowledgeable Saint King Forefather was the first to recognize its origins from that primordial aura. He cried out involuntarily, his voice full of disbelief.
The Great Dao is hidden, and the Path of the Emperor is broken... This world can no longer accommodate such a powerful creature! Just how is it still alive?! And why has it appeared here?!
Forefather Liyun's cloudy old eyes shot out a terrifyingly sharp light, his voice carrying a trace of trembling and deep bewilderment.
The drastic changes in the world's environment were one of the main reasons they chose to slumber. Seeing a power that should be impossible to exist at this moment, their Dao hearts were deeply shaken.
Where is the current Holy Lord?! Where is Li Wuya?! Why did he summon such an impossibly existent great enemy to our Colored Glaze Holy Land?!
Forefather Liyun's roar carried shock, anger, and incomprehension! The duty of the Holy Lord was to protect the sect, yet now he had actually attracted this apocalyptic calamity that should no longer exist in the world. He could not shirk the blame!
The next moment, they saw Sacred Lord Li Wuya. His aura was feeble and his entire body was bathed in blood. He lay slumped beneath the radiance of the Emperor Weapon, his face filled with the profound relief of surviving a deadly calamity, intertwined with a bone-deep, venomous resentment!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
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?"
