Not far away, Yun Canghai, the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Laws Pavilion, furrowed his brows tightly. The spiritual power that could be mobilized in this place was restricted to the Purple Mansion Realm at most.
He looked up at the sky above the secret realm. A faint purple halo of restrictive formations shrouded the area like a canopy, clearly a natural rule inherent to the secret realm.
"A secret realm restriction—no matter how high your prior cultivation base was, you can only exert the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm at most."
As these words spread, the surrounding cultivators instantly erupted into an uproar.
The Cave Heaven Realm and Celestial Realm experts from the various sects all revealed expressions of shock, evidently caught off guard by this sudden suppression.
They attempted to circulate their spiritual power, but the spiritual energy around them suddenly stagnated, as if tightly bound by invisible shackles.
Mo Luo, the Sect Master of the Demon Heaven Sect, was even more furious. Demonic qi surged madly around his body, yet he still could not break through the shackles of the Purple Mansion Realm. In the end, he could only viciously kick a nearby rock, smashing it to pieces to vent the anger in his heart.
"Hahaha! Fantastic!"
An excited shout suddenly rang out, breaking the heavy atmosphere.
The speaker was a middle-aged Purple Mansion Realm cultivator. Originally, he had zero presence in the crowd due to his lowly cultivation.
Now, seeing that even Celestial Realm experts were suppressed to the same level as himself, he immediately straightened his back, swinging the formation-breaking awl in his hand with vigorous momentum.
"Now those high and mighty sect experts have the same cultivation as me. We finally have the qualifications to fight for the treasures of the secret realm!"
These words were like a stone tossed into a lake, instantly stirring up a thousand ripples. Many Purple Mansion Realm cultivators chimed in in agreement, and the originally oppressive atmosphere immediately became restless.
They had been suppressed by high-level cultivators for years. Now that they finally had a chance to compete, a blazing light ignited in their eyes, and their gazes toward the depths of the secret realm were filled with anticipation.
Shi Wanshan took it in stride. Although the spiritual power of the Purple Mansion Realm was not as profound as his usual state, it was still enough to cope.
On the edge of the crowd, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Xiao Ruobai quietly condensed a wisp of battle aura at his fingertips, and golden spiritual power exploded in his meridians like surging thunder, without feeling the slightest bit of suppression.
His heart stirred, and he deliberately raised his aura, climbing all the way from the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm to the middle stage of the Cave Heaven Realm. The spiritual power around his body was astonishingly stable, not even causing the slightest ripple in his robes.
He abruptly turned his head to look at Fang Hanyu, sending a telepathic transmission, "Junior Brother, did you notice?"
Fang Hanyu had already been testing it in secret. Hearing this, he immediately nodded, his eyes full of shock.
"This secret realm's rules are completely useless against us!"
He paused for a moment, suddenly clenching his fists. "Could it be because of the 'Cannot See Through Me' cultivation technique that Master taught us? Did it deceive the restrictions of this secret realm?"
Xiao Ruobai slowly released the hand resting on his Dragon Soul Halberd, his thumb rubbing against the patterns on the halberd's shaft. A sharp edge entered his telepathic voice.
"The techniques Master gives have always been extraordinary. Nine times out of ten, that's the case."
He raised his eyes and swept a glance at the distant Great Yan Dynasty's group, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth. "Now, this is going to be fun."
At this time, several Cave Heaven Realm elders of the Great Yan Dynasty were surrounding their prince. They had clearly also discovered the suppression of their cultivation, and their expressions were quite unsightly.
Before the shock of the cultivation suppression could completely dissipate, the cultivators from the various sects could no longer suppress their thirst for fortune. They set off toward the depths of the secret realm one after another, their actions fully displaying their respective sects' true colors.
The Burning Heaven Palace's group was the most impatient. Lie Tianxiong clenched his fists with an ashen face. The undissipated flame spiritual energy around him occasionally sparked, landing on the spiritual mist on the ground and burning it with a sizzling sound.
"Speed up, all of you! We head to that spiritual herb slope first!"
He barked a low command and took the lead, charging toward a distant slope that shimmered with spiritual light. The disciples behind him followed closely, their flame spiritual power condensing into faint rings of fire around them, serving both as an aid for travel and a form of deterrence.
The most eye-catching was undoubtedly the Demon Heaven Sect's group.
Mo Luo walked at the very front. The skulls on his skull bracelet swayed gently with his steps, the flickering ghostly green flames in their eye sockets dimming and brightening.
Black demonic qi condensed into a faint mist beneath his feet. Wherever he passed, even the spiritual mist on the ground seemed to be forced back by an invisible chill, instinctively rolling away to the sides and revealing the bare, dark brown soil.
When they reached a moss-covered rock, more than a dozen stalks of golden-glowing Qi Condensation Fungi were growing in the crevices.
Two rogue cultivators were crouching there. Just as their fingertips touched the leaves of the spiritual grass, they caught a glimpse of the black robes of the Demon Heaven Sect crowd from the corner of their eyes. Terrified, they frantically tried to stuff the newly picked Qi Condensation Fungi into their storage bags, not even caring to brush off the dirt on their knees.
Mo Luo did not stop walking. He only cast a sidelong glance at them, and a sinister, cold smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In the next second, the demonic qi at his fingertips suddenly surged. No longer acting as entangling chains, it transformed into two sharp black qi blades that sliced through the air with a swoosh, precisely piercing through the backs of the two rogue cultivators' hearts.
The rogue cultivators' bodies suddenly stiffened, their hands pausing mid-air as they tried to stuff their storage bags. Blood seeped out along the trajectory of the qi blades, quickly dyeing the coarse cloth of their shirts red.
They wanted to turn their heads, but they did not even have the strength to twist their necks. They could only let out a few weak, rattling gasps, their eyes fixed dead on the Qi Condensation Fungi scattered on the ground, their pupils filled with unwillingness and fear.
"Since when did this place become something you ants could touch?"
Mo Luo's tone remained flat, as if he had merely crushed two ants underfoot.
He stepped past the twitching bodies of the rogue cultivators, his skull bracelet swaying gently. With a casual wave of his hand, two streams of demonic qi swept past the rogue cultivators' waists, hooking their storage bags over to him.
As he tossed them to the disciples behind him, he conveniently used his demonic qi to shred the rogue cultivators' corpses to pieces. Blackish-red flesh and blood mixed with the spiritual mist and scattered into the air, leaving not a single trace behind.
He continued forward without looking back. The Demon Heaven Sect disciples behind him smiled as they caught the storage bags. When their eyes swept over the residual bloodstains on the ground, there was not the slightest ripple of emotion, as if the slaughter just now was merely a trivial matter.
Not far away, several rogue cultivators hiding behind the spiritual mist covered their mouths in terror upon seeing this scene, not even daring to breathe loudly. It wasn't until the Demon Heaven Sect's group had completely walked away that they trembled and scrambled away, lacking even the courage to approach that rock.
The rogue cultivators grouped up in twos and threes, not daring to approach the routes taken by the major sects. They could only search for scattered spiritual herbs on the periphery, occasionally arguing over a century-old spiritual herb, but never daring to actually come to blows.
After all, in front of the major sects, their petty squabbles were truly not worth mentioning.
Gripping his Dragon Soul Halberd, Xiao Ruobai, along with Fang Hanyu, used the cover of the spiritual mist to keep a close eye on the Great Yan Dynasty's group ahead.
The prince was protected in the middle by the Cave Heaven Realm elders. From time to time, he bent down to poke at the spiritual herbs by the roadside. Seeing that they were all low-grade, he frowned and waved his hand, urging the elders to head toward places with denser spiritual energy, wanting to preemptively find better treasures.
Although the elders complied, their footsteps did not falter, and they maintained a defensive formation at all times.
They arrived at the entrance of a narrow valley. The rock walls on both sides were steep, and the spiritual mist was thicker here than anywhere else.
Xiao Ruobai's eyes lit up, and he quietly nodded to Fang Hanyu—this place was easy to defend and hard to attack, making it the perfect time to make a move.
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
