This was the old wound he had sustained earlier, during his battle against the Great Emperor puppet at the boundary between worlds!
Although it had been a puppet in the Great Emperor Realm, it had been created by an immortal, and its power contained a trace of immortal law.
He had originally intended to rely on the power of nirvana and the force of the Great Emperor Tribulation to wear away that law.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated the remnant law—the trace of power that transcended this world!
Now, as he underwent his ultimate nirvana, it had been thoroughly roused!
“Pfft—!”
Like a piece of exquisite porcelain struck with tremendous force, the aura of the newborn Emperor Dao, which had been on the verge of perfection, suddenly fell into chaos and shattered!
The pitch-black marks of his old wound spread frenziedly, strangling that vigorous force of rebirth!
Old Blind Man’s ethereal figure shuddered violently. He let out a pained and unwilling groan, yet an unprecedentedly fierce light erupted in his eyes!
“Suppress it for me!”
He roared inwardly, driving the Nirvana Heavenly Art to an unprecedented extreme!
The crimson-gold Nirvana Divine Flame surrounding him was no longer gentle. Instead, it transformed into billions upon billions of divine chains of order that severed cause and effect and incinerated all falsehood. They wrapped themselves around the erupting marks of immortal law in reverse, attempting to forcibly bind and refine them!
At the same time, he actually split his attention, using his supreme will to guide the newborn Emperor Dao aura that was on the verge of collapse and transform it into an indestructible nirvana mark.
Resisting the overbearing power of the Heavenly Tribulation, he forcibly imprinted it upon the boiling origin of the Myriad Daos, seeking to complete the recognition of his Emperor Dao before his own body completely disintegrated!
At this moment, he actually intended to accomplish two heaven-defying feats at once—to suppress the backlash of the immortal wound while withstanding the power of the Heavenly Tribulation and forcibly proving himself on the Emperor’s path!
Such courage! Such ultimate confidence in his own Dao! Every ancient existence capable of witnessing this scene was moved by it!
“Roar—!”
His soul light burned, erupting with power that surpassed its limits!
The pitch-black marks of immortal law were actually bound temporarily by countless Nirvana Divine Chains, and their spread came to a halt!
Meanwhile, that indestructible nirvana mark flickered erratically as it struggled toward the origin of the Myriad Daos!
He was almost there! In such a desperate situation, he had nearly created a miracle!
Yet in the end, he had still underestimated the terrifying level of that trace of “immortal” law.
“Crack…”
After barely holding out for less than a breath, the marks of immortal law, which contained a hint of an indestructible, deathless intent, radiated an indifferent aura that towered above the Myriad Daos and gave a slight tremor!
“Pfft!”
Billions upon billions of Nirvana Divine Chains shattered on the spot! The nirvana mark that Old Blind Man had condensed with every ounce of his strength also exploded apart when it was only an inch away from the origin of the Myriad Daos!
Beset by troubles from within and without, the backlash of immortal power and the crushing force of the Myriad Daos joined forces. His power instantly spiraled completely out of control, and the process of nirvana was forcibly interrupted and reversed beyond any hope of recovery!
“No! It’s that wound!”
Deep within the Dao Repository Academy, the old dean let out a heart-wrenching cry. He had sensed that familiar dark aura, the one that had tormented him for countless years, and instantly understood everything.
He wanted to rush out, but the terrifying might of the Emperor left him unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as his master’s aura plunged like a cliff collapsing into the abyss.
The resplendent light of nirvana was rapidly eroded and devoured by darkness.
Xing Tian'ao’s figure was torn apart by the chaotic tribulation light and the dark marks of the Dao until it became fragmented and broken.
At the very end, he seemed to struggle to cast one last glance toward the great world below. In his hollow eye sockets, there appeared to be regret, relief, and a trace of lingering unwillingness.
Ultimately, beneath countless gazes—some shocked, some sorrowful, and some exultant—his figure, along with the remnants of his nirvana light, was annihilated amid the endless tribulation lightning and dark marks of the Dao. His aura vanished completely.
The dark clouds that had covered the Xuanhuang Great World slowly dispersed. The heavens and earth returned to clarity, as though the earth-shaking Emperor Tribulation just now had been nothing more than an illusion.
The entire world fell deathly silent.
Had he succeeded? No. He had failed.
A peerless prodigy who had dazzled the ages, one who had nearly touched the threshold of success, had fallen at the final moment because his Dao wound had resurfaced. His body and spirit had been utterly destroyed.
The Xuanhuang Great World was completely silent. Only the lingering might of the heavens and the fading echoes of the tribulation lightning continued to recount, without a sound, the heart-stopping Emperor Tribulation that had just taken place.
From within the restricted zones, faint fluctuations could be sensed—fluctuations of relief, accompanied by cold mockery.
“To defy the heavens is to end up reduced to ashes!”
Deep within the Dao Repository Academy, a suppressed whimper rang out, like that of a wounded beast. It was followed by a long, heart-shattering silence.
Only after a long while did someone seem to recover their breath from suffocation and release the first sigh, laden with endless sorrow and shock.
“He lost. He actually lost!”
“Such brilliance, such tenacity—and yet he still fell at the final step.”
“What kind of existence left behind that old wound? How could it bury someone who had nearly become an Emperor?”
Discussion spread like a tide through every corner of the Xuanhuang Great World, filled with disbelief and profound regret.
To witness with their own eyes a peerless figure at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Realm oppose the Emperor Tribulation in such a heaven-defying manner, only to fall in disgrace in the end—this impact was utterly unparalleled.
For those prodigies determined to walk the Emperor’s path, after the initial shock and regret, a complicated emotion began to spread through their hearts.
There was relief at having one less competitor, solemn caution at the realization that the dangers of the Emperor’s path far exceeded their expectations, and, more than anything else, a sense of urgency.
They realized that the competition to become an Emperor in this era might be greater than in any era before they entered seclusion.
Yet the allure of the Emperor’s throne remained something no one could resist.
As for those ancient monsters who had already reached the peak of the Quasi-Emperor Realm but had slumbered through the ages for various reasons, their reactions were even more direct.
Xing Tian'ao had paid for it with his life, giving them the most tragic and most vivid lesson imaginable.
To become an Emperor in the Xuanhuang Great World, one had to face not only the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation, but also the possibility of awakening some dreadful hidden danger within oneself—perhaps even one originating beyond the boundaries of the world!
Without absolute certainty, who would dare attempt it lightly?
For a time, the entire Xuanhuang Great World fell into a strange atmosphere.
The fervor of cultivation brought about by the Golden Age continued unabated, yet a shadow had settled over the hearts of the strongest experts.
The Emperor’s path still attracted countless prodigies, who advanced one after another without fear of death. But its cruelty and unknown dangers had never before been displayed so clearly before everyone’s eyes.
Just as the entire Xuanhuang Great World was immersed in the sorrow and commotion caused by the fall of a Quasi-Emperor…
Within Gu Changge’s small world.
Here, the laws of the Great Dao were so clear that they seemed like threads within reach, while the innate spiritual energy was so dense that it condensed into liquid, forming clouds and mist that drifted through the air.
From time to time, phantoms of chaotic green lotuses blossomed in the void, while Dao melodies heralding the creation of heaven and earth echoed through the world.
A hazy, nearly transparent soul slowly condensed and opened its eyes.
It was Xing Tian'ao!
No—at this moment, his eye sockets were no longer empty. Two faint yet distinct beams of soul light had taken shape within them, filled with boundless confusion and astonishment.
“Wasn’t my body and spirit already completely destroyed?”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
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.
