"When did the apocalypse begin? Probably around fifty years ago. I wasn’t born yet, only heard stories from my grandfather... Sadly, he passed away when I was nine..."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. My grandfather told me that back then, technological civilization and cultivation civilization coexisted. A single space engine could pluck stars from the sky, and so-called immortals could reach out and grasp the moon!"
"In that era, people lived in peace and prosperity. Even the poorest households received fifty thousand star coins every month. Super-intelligent systems managed labor, freeing people from toil. The cultivation civilization prioritized human potential, unleashing imagination and letting everyone chase their dreams. It was a truly golden age. My grandfather still longed for it on his deathbed..."
"But then, for reasons unknown, the cultivation civilization suddenly collapsed. Almost all cultivators underwent grotesque mutations—their bodies dissolving into bloody rain. The downpour corroded energy supply systems, triggering catastrophic explosions. Waves of destruction swept across the land, and death was everywhere!"
"And that’s when these monsters appeared. They were once living beings—humans, beasts, livestock, even insects..."
"Any flesh-and-blood creature that came into contact with the virus, born from the fusion of the cultivators’ bloody rain and the unleashed energy waves, would mutate into a monster!"
"Survivors named the virus 'Calamity,' and the monsters became known as 'Calamity Fiends.'"
"The world crumbled. Technological weapons failed. Cultivators melted away, leaving only ordinary people powerless against the fiends."
"In despair, many chose to infect themselves willingly with the Calamity virus, preferring a swift end over being torn apart by the fiends before succumbing to infection..."
"Yet, in that darkest hour, a miracle emerged. The early-stage Calamity virus wasn’t 100% lethal. One or two in ten thousand survived—and those who did underwent a radical transformation. A unique space formed in their minds, granting them extraordinary abilities!"
"These individuals were called 'Awakened.' It was only through their emergence that humanity gained the strength to resist, preventing rapid extinction. Under the leadership of the Awakened Coalition, survival zones were established..."
"But the Calamity Fiends evolved far faster than the Awakened, and their numbers dwarfed ours. No matter how hard we fought, we were pushed back relentlessly, our territory shrinking. If this continues, humanity will face total defeat..."
As he spoke, Liu Bi suddenly clenched his fists. "Before my grandfather took his last breath, he gripped my hand and said, 'You must find the Divine Realm’s Key of Heavenly Dao. Only it can restore the world!'"
"Nearly every elder who survived the apocalypse spoke of the Divine Realm’s Key of Heavenly Dao. But how can we search for something like that when we can’t even hold back the fiends? We don’t even know what it looks like!"
Thud!
Liu Bi suddenly dropped to his knees, pleading desperately, "Sir, I know you’re not from here. Your ability to effortlessly purify the Calamity virus proves you’re stronger than even the mightiest sixth-tier Awakened in our safe zone. Please... save this world on the brink of destruction!"
Noticing his leader’s actions, Dai Yuanshan—previously lost in thought—also knelt heavily and echoed, "Yeah, what he said!"
Yet Ye Ancai ignored their pleas, instead murmuring to the beaded necklace around his neck:
"Elder, this aligns with the intel I’ve gathered—except for Liu Bi’s mention of the 'Divine Realm’s Key of Heavenly Dao.'"
"According to him, this should be common knowledge, but my divine sense detected no trace of it."
"Also, the tattoos on Dai Yuanshan’s body carry traces of rule-based power. They’re beyond what the strongest on this continent could inscribe. I can’t decipher them—your guidance is needed."
Chen Yi fell into deep thought.
This world was undeniably broken—and on a massive scale.
Based on current evidence, he concluded that the continent Ye Ancai had descended upon was merely a fragment of the Calamity Realm!
Yet the timeline of its catastrophe was too recent, mismatching the emergence of the Calamity’s progenitor.
If this land were trapped in a temporal loop—a closed cycle where the end was the beginning—he would’ve noticed.
The Chaos Beads and his true self were separated by infinite spacetime. A temporal loop would’ve caused severe latency in information transfer due to distorted spacetime.
But here, the data flowed seamlessly, without the slightest delay...
"Tsk. Scratching an itch through boots is pointless. How does Wuji endure this?"
"Fine. I’ll just deploy thirty-six avatars. The Calamity Realm’s value might exceed expectations."
With a sigh, Chen Yi resolved to take matters into his own hands.
The next instant—
The thirty-six Chaos Beads around Ye Ancai’s neck vanished!
In their place stood a striking young man in deep-blue Daoist robes, his aura transcendent, as if he’d been standing there since time immemorial.
"Greetings, Elder!" Ye Ancai bowed deeply, his reverence startling Liu Bi and Dai Yuanshan.
They’d assumed Ye Ancai was invincible—yet here was someone even more formidable?!
Liu Bi swallowed hard and stammered, "G-great one... Please, have mercy. Save this dying world..."
Chen Yi remained silent, his piercing gaze boring into Liu Bi’s soul, laying bare every secret.
Hmph. Much clearer without that bothersome isolation barrier.
These so-called Awakened were merely lucky survivors who’d fused with fragments of the shattered Heavenly Dao’s laws.
Liu Bi, a second-tier high-grade Awakened, wielded wind and thunder—equivalent to an eighth-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator.
But their system was peculiar: a unique space in their minds, seemingly derived from the Heavenly Dao’s essence, allowed them to enter a state of unity with nature when using abilities. Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn’t counter them with spells—only brute-force melee or artifact-enhanced attacks stood a chance.
None of that mattered, though. The real revelation was this:
The Heavenly Dao of this world has shattered into countless fragments... and they’ve merged into every living being here.
So, could the Divine Realm's Key of Heavenly Dao that Liu Bi had been desperately searching for actually be each of the surviving beings themselves?
But Chen Yi quickly dismissed this speculation.
Because the half-faded dragon tattoo on Dai Yuanshan's back concealed a world-shattering secret!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
