All eyes were once again fixed on the vast palace complex suspended in the chaotic void, radiating a desolate imperial might.
Yet, on the jade bridge leading to the palaces, thousands of ghost soldiers stood in solemn silence, clad in battered bronze armor and wielding rusted war halberds.
Behind them loomed dozens of stone golems, hundreds of feet tall, shaped like ancient gods, with azure soul flames flickering in their eye sockets!
They stood motionless, like statues, yet exuded a chilling, soul-shaking aura of slaughter, forming an insurmountable death line.
Not long ago, many had tried to force their way through, some even Saint-level cultivators relying on their cultivation.
As a result, a single azure soul flame shot from a stone golem’s eye, instantly igniting the Saint’s body, reducing them to drifting ash before they could even scream!
Past lessons were still fresh, leaving all factions anxious but daring not to act rashly. The scene fell into an eerie stalemate.
Everyone was waiting—for a variable, or a sufficiently weighty “cannon fodder” to test the path for more chances of survival.
Yet, the opportunities within the Emperor’s tomb were like meat dangling before starving wolves; temptation was enough to crush reason.
“Damn it! Fortune favors the bold! This old man has less than a hundred years of life left, I can’t wait! Charge!”
Finally, a gaunt, withered Saint, his aura fading, saw the faint glimmer of a life-extending divine herb within the palace complex. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a beastly roar!
Burning his already scant vital essence, he transformed into a streak of blood-red light, recklessly charging toward a seemingly weak spot in the ghost soldier formation!
That roar was like ice thrown into boiling oil!
“Go!”
“Now’s the chance! Rush through!”
Suppressed greed and the will to live erupted at that moment! A chain reaction exploded instantly!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless figures surged like a dam-bursting flood. Beams from magical weapons shot into the sky, and raging energy swept across that deadly zone!
Thousands of ghost soldiers, clad in rusted armor, raised their scarred halberds in unison.
In their eyes and the gaps in their armor, azure soul flames blazed up instantly, merging into a sea of ghostly fire. A bone-chilling, icy murderous intent swept through like a bitter wind!
At the same time, the dozens of hundred-foot stone golems began to move.
They stepped forward, shaking the entire suspended bridge. The azure soul flames in their stony eye sockets burst forth, turning into thick beams of destructive light that swept across the densest crowds!
Screams, roars, the clash of artifacts, explosions of energy—all rang out, shaking the heavens!
Chaos, utter chaos! Blood and severed limbs soon stained the ancient bridge red.
In the initial chaos, rogue cultivators suffered heavy losses.
But the major factions, with their deep foundations, quickly stabilized their positions.
“Disciples of Yaochi, heed my command! Form the Big Dipper Seven-Star Formation, rise!”
Yaochi Sovereign Ji Qingyi’s voice was cold and clear. Behind her, seven elders instantly stepped into the astral harmony, raising their jade bottles, celestial silks, and other life-bound sacred artifacts, channeling the power of the stars into a brilliant river of light that barely held off the sweeping beams of soul flame!
“All-Demon God-Slaying War Formation! Charge with this king!”
The South Domain Demon Lord roared, his demon clan warriors’ qi and blood surging skyward like pillars of smoke, coalescing into a massive celestial demon avatar. Its claws tore through the sky as it clashed head-on with a stone golem, shaking the earth with thunderous booms!
“Imperial Dragon Qi! Nine-Dragon Heavenward Formation!”
The Grand Zhou Emperor summoned a bronze imperial seal, and dragon qi transformed into nine tangible golden dragons, coiling and shredding the advancing ghost soldiers into dust!
“Amitabha! Diamond Demon-Subduing Circle!”
A Buddha monk pressed his hands together, and a string of prayer beads flew up, forming a hundred-foot golden Dharma circle. Buddhist chants echoed forth, melting ghost soldiers like snow wherever it passed.
The sacred lands and ancient aristocratic families all deployed their means.
Under the leadership of their sovereigns, with elite disciples and precise war formations backed by powerful sacred artifacts, they barely tore several gaps into the ghost soldier army!
The cost was immense!
Maintaining the formations drained resources like mountains and seas. From time to time, elders and disciples vomited blood from severe injuries, and even sacred artifacts wailed as they shattered. But this had cleared a path for those behind!
“Now! Go!”
As gaps appeared, the cultivators behind, eyes bloodshot, surged forth like a bursting flood, rushing through the short-lived paths opened with lives and treasures!
The South Domain Demon Lord rode a demon cloud, gathering his followers, and charged into a pitch-black hall.
The Yaochi faction, the Grand Zhou Empire, the Buddhist sect, and others shielded their disciples, diving into their chosen targets.
The three patriarchs of the Azure Xuan Sect smashed aside a batch of ghost soldiers, forming a triangular battle formation with the Second Patriarch and Fourth Patriarch, and rammed roughly into a earthy-yellow hall.
“Move!”
Xiao Ruobai’s eyes were sharp. The battle aura of a War God enveloped Fang Hanyu and the others, turning into a red-gold streak of light. They narrowly dodged a sweeping soul flame and rushed through the doorway of a secluded hall.
At the center of the hall stood three ink-jade terrazzos, arranged in a triangular formation.
Above each terrace, an object wrapped in a soft halo hovered, emitting eerie spiritual ripples that made the heart tremble.
On the left terrace, within the halo, was a dark red, ancient-looking halberd. Along its blade, vein-like patterns seemed to flow like molten lava.
It radiated an intense, violent heat; just glancing at it stung the eyes, as if facing a volcanic eruption.
On the right terrace lay a complete tortoise shell. It was covered in indecipherable ancient runes.
These runes flickered on their own, each pulse shaking the surrounding space slightly. Inside the shell, a faint, earth-toned amber glow flowed, thick as the earth itself.
It seemed to be a top-tier defensive artifact.
The most eye-catching was the tallest terrace at the center.
Hovering above it was a swirling mass of purple mist of ever-changing shapes. Within the mist came a dragon’s roar, then the shadow of a phoenix, then a galloping qilin. A dense, rich life essence and to high-born bloodline pressure radiated outward.
The three treasures, though sealed by restrictions, exuded a grade of spiritual pressure that definitely surpassed ordinary Saint-level artifacts!
“Good stuff!”
Fatty Wang’s eyes immediately went wide. He rubbed hands, nearly drooling.
“That halberd, that shell, that mass of purple qi—proper good stuff!”
“Don’t rush.”
Xiao Ruobai held back eager Fatty Wang, his gaze solemnly sweeping over the three terraces.
“The treasures in are fine, but the seals are stronger. This restriction is tied to the hall’s energy—maybe even the whole Emperor’s tomb. Forcing it open risks disaster.”
Fang Hanyu closed his eyes briefly, sensing with his Sword Heart, then shook his head. “The restriction is seamless, no obvious flaws. Need to find the array’s eye or a specific unlocking method.”
Ling Xi observed the purple mist quietly. Deep in her eyes, a faint, mysterious light flickered—she had already found a way to break it.
Just as she prepared to make her move, \"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”
More than seven or eight figures flashed at the hall’s entrance, trailing the smell of blood as they barged in.
I will try to write another chapter!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
