Seeing the spirit of the Imperial Weapon manifest on its own, its majestic voice echoing through heaven and earth, everyone in the Glazed Holy Land—from Holy Lord Li Wuya down to the ordinary disciples—felt their tightly strung heartstrings finally relax.
It was as if they had caught a glimpse of dawn in the endless darkness, and a profound sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe welled up within them.
"The spirit of the Imperial Weapon has awakened! We are saved!"
Some elders were so excited that their eyes filled with hot tears.
"With the Imperial Weapon recovering on its own and its deity personally presiding over it, its power will far exceed what we could unleash! It will definitely suppress this beast!"
Hope reignited in the eyes of another Great Sage.
Holy Lord Li Wuya stared fixedly at the sky, his face a mixture of lingering fear, humiliation, and a nearly twisted resentment, along with the savage joy of soon seeing his great vengeance fulfilled.
He roared madly in his heart: "It is awake! The spirit of the Imperial Weapon has fully awakened! You beast, your time of death has come! Let us see how you act so arrogantly before the foundation of my Holy Land!
I will skin you and rip out your tendons, and eternally suppress your soul beneath the Imperial Weapon. Only then can I vent the hatred in my heart!"
He could almost see the scene of Little Black being crushed to dust beneath the supreme divine might of the Imperial Weapon's spirit.
Even the strongest patriarch, Li Yun, saw his grave expression ease slightly. However, he did not completely relax; his gaze swept toward Holy Lord Li Wuya with extreme severity and a hint of accountability.
If not for this man's flawed decision-making, provoking such an unfathomable existence, how could the Glazed Holy Land have been forced into such a desperate corner, requiring the spirit of the Imperial Weapon to awaken independently to protect them? This debt would be settled later.
The most urgent matter at hand was to rely on the power of the Imperial Weapon's spirit to survive this tribulation.
However, the scene that unfolded in the very next moment instantly cast a heavy shadow over their newly risen hopes!
High in the sky, facing the majestic questioning of the Imperial Weapon's spirit, Little Black's profound pupils held nothing but endless coldness and disdain.
That raised giant claw not only did not retract, but continued to press down with an even more overbearing and unstoppable posture!
"Stubborn fool!"
The spirit of the Imperial Weapon seemed enraged by Little Black's disregard. Its blurry figure radiated boundless light, and the entire Glazed World-Purifying Lamp vibrated violently. The mouth of the lamp tilted, pouring out the Glazed Divine Fire meant to purify everything in the world!
Billions of divine chains of laws, like phoenix feathers, carrying the supreme imperial might to incinerate the heavens and purify all things, swept toward Little Black's giant claw!
This was the true divine might of the Imperial Weapon, personally unleashed by the spirit within the weapon. It was far beyond what Patriarch Li Yun and the others could compare to when they activated it earlier.
Wherever the light passed, the void did not merely shatter, but directly turned into chaos, re-enacting earth, water, fire, and wind, as if to split heaven and earth apart, or perhaps to bring an end to all things!
"Rumble—!!!"
The giant claw fiercely collided with the Glazed Divine Fire and the divine chains of laws!
Devastating energy frantically spread outward with the point of collision at its center. Wherever it passed, large swathes of space collapsed, and the laws wailed as they snapped.
The distant spectators turned pale with horror and frantically retreated. Some cultivators who were too slow, even though they were tens of thousands of miles away, had their vitality shaken and their Dao foundations destabilized by just a trace of the escaping fluctuations, their faces filled with terror.
Meanwhile, the Glazed Holy Land, situated at the edge of the storm, although protected by the light of the Imperial Array, left everyone feeling like a lone boat in a raging tempest, as if they would be completely torn to shreds in the next second by the unimaginable aftermath of the collision!
That invisible oppressive force caused many disciples to simply collapse to the ground, finding it incredibly difficult to even breathe.
Just as this destructive energy was about to spiral out of control and spread, threatening to cause an even greater catastrophe, in the depths of the void, Jimie's eyes twitched slightly as he frowned almost imperceptibly.
An invisible, faint ripple quietly brushed past.
The terrifying shockwaves of energy that were originally about to wreak havoc were gently wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand. Their destructive power was confined to an extremely limited area around the Glazed Holy Land, failing to spread any further.
This change was incredibly subtle. All the mighty experts present, including the divine senses of the giants prying across the void, were firmly captivated by the world-shocking confrontation between the Emperor Weapon and the fierce avian at the core, and not a single person noticed the anomaly of the energy ripples being quietly restricted.
Only Ling Xi seemed to sense something. Her clear eyes carried a hint of doubt as she looked twice into the depths of the void, but she found nothing.
At the core of the collision, the blinding light slightly restrained, revealing the scene inside. Little Black's giant claw remained as steady as a mountain, slowly pressing down.
As for the Glazed Divine Fire and the divine chains of law urged by the spirit of the Emperor Weapon, although they did not immediately shatter, they were visibly dimmed and were forced to continuously retreat and shrink under the immense pressure.
The blurred figure of the Emperor Weapon's spirit swayed even more violently, clearly falling into a disadvantage in this head-on clash!
"It blocked it! But the spirit of the Emperor Weapon seems to be at a disadvantage!"
A sharp-eyed old antique cried out in alarm.
"The power of this fierce avian can actually suppress an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon?!"
The divine senses of the giants from various domains once again erupted with tsunami-like fluctuations, filled with unbelievable shock.
Within the Glazed Holy Land, the wild joy on Li Wuya's face had long since frozen, turning into a profound dread.
Patriarch Li Yun's face was ashen, and the ominous premonition in his heart reached its absolute peak.
With the spirit of the Emperor Weapon personally presiding over the attack, it could only barely parry and was still at a disadvantage?
Just what kind of existence was this fierce avian?!
Seeing that its full-strength strike was actually suppressed, a solemn expression appeared on the blurred face of the Emperor Weapon's spirit.
It let out a long and ancient hum, resonating on a deeper level with the Emperor Array beneath its feet that covered the entire Glazed Holy Land.
Instantly, the light of the Emperor Array soared into the sky. Receiving the full support of the entire formation, the light of the Glazed World-Purifying Lamp flourished once more. Countless ancient and mysterious runes surfaced on the body of the lamp, flowing with an even more terrifying Extreme Dao Emperor Might.
The originally somewhat dim Glazed Divine Fire instantly surged, its color transforming from a brilliant seven-color hue into a deeper, chaotic-colored flame that seemed capable of smelting the very origin of heaven and earth!
The divine chains of law also became thicker, like dragons of order, wrapping around the chaotic flames and once again meeting the slowly descending, dark giant claw.
The power of this confrontation far exceeded the previous one!
The sky of the entire Eastern Domain seemed to twist and fold at the boundary of these two forces, and the rules of the Great Dao wailed and retreated.
A faint trace of solemnity finally flashed across Little Black's perpetually cold pupils. This resistance, which gathered the eternal foundation of an immortal holy land and the full power of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, was indeed not to be underestimated.
However, this trace of solemnity was not fear, but rather respect for an opponent worthy of being taken slightly seriously.
"Screech—!"
A sharp cry that could pierce gold and crack stone, seemingly originating from the primordial antiquity, suddenly erupted from Little Black's beak!
This cry was no longer just a sound; it contained supreme Dao principles, instantly overpowering the roaring of the Emperor Weapon and the Dao sounds of myriad saints, sweeping across the eight desolate regions like an invisible storm!
Along with this piercing cry, the already dark and profound light surrounding Little Black suddenly retracted, only to erupt once more in an even more violent and domineering manner!
Its massive frame seemed to expand within the radiance. The scales covering its giant claws shimmered with a dark luster, exuding a terrifying aura capable of reducing all creation to ruin and freezing space and time itself!
What?!
Every powerhouse who sensed this scene felt their minds tremble violently!
To think that the terrifying power from just a moment ago... was actually not the full strength of this ferocious bird?!

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."

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.”