At this moment, countless powers in the Eastern Domain—and even in other, more distant regions—were thoroughly shaken!
Everyone was now plunged into immense turmoil and suspicion!
“Heavens! Is the earth turning over? No! This feeling… my very soul is trembling!”
“Is some supreme being clashing in battle? A conflict that covers the entire Eastern Domain?!”
“No! Feel this pressure! It carries the aura of a Great Emperor! Could someone have achieved emperorship?!”
“Achieved emperorship?! Impossible! How could anyone suddenly become an emperor in this age?
This pressure seems to carry a stale, deathly stillness?”
“Deathly stillness?! Are you saying the tomb of an ancient Great Emperor has appeared?!”
“An Emperor’s Tomb?! You mean the burial site of a Great Emperor has emerged?!”
“Yes! It’s Emperor’s might! But this might is mixed with thick, ancient death aura and the scent of burial grounds! It’s an Emperor’s Tomb!
Some ancient Great Emperor’s mausoleum must have had its seal loosen and has fully appeared!”
“A heavenly opportunity! A Great Emperor’s legacy! Supreme imperial weapons!! Priceless scriptures! They’re right there!”
“Hurry! Go quickly! If we’re late, others will snatch it away!”
“Opportunity? Ha, more like a graveyard! Is a tomb of such a being easy to enter? Who knows how many will die!”
“Even if it’s a graveyard, it’s worth the gamble! The chance to become an emperor is right before our eyes!”
Panic, doubt, frenzy, greed, fear…
All kinds of emotions spread like a plague through the hearts of countless cultivators in the Eastern Domain, exploding within them!
From the depths of various holy lands, ancient aristocratic families, and imperial dynasties, countless powerful divine thoughts, dormant for who knows how many years, shot into the sky, intersecting and colliding, filled with shock and urgency.
“Emperor’s might! It’s an Emperor’s Tomb! Quickly locate its position!”
“In the Wasteland Prefecture! Hurry! Activate the cross-region teleportation array! Spare no expense!”
“Summon all elders and core disciples! An Emperor’s Tomb has appeared! The opportunity is before us—we cannot fail!”
“Notify the patriarch! Quickly!”
Streaks of light began to surge recklessly toward the Wasteland Prefecture, toward the source of the pressure and the phenomena!
In a remote mountain hollow, a plump figure was bent over, his rear end sticking up, lying face down on a relatively flat slab of bluestone. He was focused intently, carefully engraving something.
It was none other than Fatty Wang.
At this moment, his appearance was utterly miserable.
His originally neat Daoist robe was now covered in scorched black holes in patches, with strands of green smoke curling up.
His face was smeared black and white, his hair standing on end, making him look like a quail that had been struck by lightning eight hundred times.
Only those small eyes still flickered with the persistent light of “success or death.”
On the stone table before him lay three finished talismans. These were the fruits of his painstaking labor—after countless explosions, he had finally succeeded in making the “Enhanced Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Talisman”!
Though only a preliminary success, its power far exceeded the ordinary version he had used earlier to strike Wang Zhan, leaving him rather proud.
“Hmph… Fat Lord here refuses to believe it! Let me add a bit more this time and see if the power can increase even further!”
Fatty Wang muttered to himself, his chubby face covered in sweat and soot. At the tip of his brush, a drop of dazzling silver liquid condensed, radiating a violent, destructive aura—the essence of Thunder Source Liquid he had taken from the heart of the Wind Thunder Valley through a narrow escape.
Holding his breath, he carefully directed the brush tip toward the center of a blank beast-hide parchment, ready to trace the most crucial core formation pattern.
“Focus the spirit, unite heaven and man, pen moves like a dragon and snake, thunder follows my heart…”
Fatty Wang silently chanted some bizarre mantra he had picked up from an ancient text, his chubby hand steady as an old dog.
Well… maybe a little shaky.
The brush tip made contact, and the lines of mixed spiritual ink and Thunder Source Liquid slowly extended. A faint electric arc danced within the talisman symbols, emitting a soft crackling sound.
This was promising!
Delighted, Fatty Wang concentrated even harder.
Just then!
“BOOM!”
The entire mountain hollow shook violently! The stone table Fatty Wang was lying on jumped!
“Holy mother!!!”
Fatty Wang was so startled that all the fat on his body quivered, and the talisman brush in his hand slipped sharply!
“Sssssh—!!!”
The nearly completed core formation pattern instantly twisted and went out of control!
“Oh no!!!”
Fatty Wang was terrified. Without a second thought, he let go of the brush and rolled backward like a rubber ball at an incredible speed!
At the same time, he frantically activated dozens of defensive talismans he had already stuck on his body!
His movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking; having been blown up countless times before, Fatty Wang was now a seasoned expert.
“BOOM—!!!”
The moment he rolled away, the talisman parchment mixed with the precious Thunder Source Liquid erupted with a blinding silver-white flash, then exploded with a roar!
The violent power of thunder, combined with the destructive aura of the Thunder Source Liquid, instantly shattered the stone table into pieces, sending rocks flying everywhere!
What remained was a charred, blackened pit on the ground, with faint arcs of electricity still dancing inside, and the air thick with the smell of scorching and ozone.
“Ptooey! Ptoo, ptoo!”
Fatty Wang crawled out from a clump of grass over ten zhang away, covered in dust and ash. He spat out dirt and grass from his mouth, staring at the smoking pit and the half-burned talisman brush of lightning-struck wood lying by its edge. He was on the verge of tears.
“My talismans… my brush…!!!”
He beat his chest and stomped his feet, his heart aching so much it felt like it was cramping.
Before he could finish his lament, the vast, ancient, and terrifying Emperor’s might—seemingly capable of crushing eternity—swept over like an invisible tsunami!
“Thump!”
Fatty Wang was completely unprepared. Caught off guard by this sudden, overwhelming pressure, he plopped down onto the ground, his chubby face turning pale in an instant. His divine soul trembled violently, and he almost passed out.
“Ah, damn it! What the hell is this now?!”
He grimaced, feeling as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on his very soul, making it hard even to breathe.
Then he heard faint shouts, screams, and ecstatic roars carried on the wind from all directions.
“An Emperor’s Tomb! The tomb of a Great Emperor has appeared!”
“In the Wasteland Prefecture! Hurry! If we’re late, the opportunity will be lost!”
“Heaven blesses me! The chance for emperorship is right before my eyes!”
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment. He blinked his small eyes, and the pained expression on his face gradually gave way to extreme shock and confusion.
“An Emperor’s Tomb? It’s surfaced this quickly?” he murmured to himself.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
Fatty Wang drew in a sharp breath, forgetting the pain of his blown-up talismans. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling and rolling as he stood up.
He slapped his thigh hard: “Big senior brother, second senior brother, third senior sister—they must have sensed it too! And Master, with something this big, Master definitely has a plan!”
His eyes darted around, and in an instant, the sorrow over his failed talisman making was cast aside, replaced by a mix of excitement, nervousness, and urgency.
“Let’s go, let’s go! Time to rendezvous! Grave robbing… exploring opportunities—that’s what Fatty Wang does best!”
He hurriedly brushed off his still-smoking, tattered Daoist robe, no longer caring about his appearance. He pulled out a crumpled Greater Teleportation Talisman, adjusted the direction, and muttered,
“Here I go!”
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
