In an instant, eighty Golden Immortal clansmen were lost, dealing a devastating blow to the already dwindling population of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan!
Truth be told, the energy fluctuations emitted by the Chaos-Colored Pearl weren’t particularly strong. If not for the Seal of Spirit-Severance suppressing their magic, any single Golden Immortal could have easily subdued it.
But the crux of the matter was—without access to magic or divine abilities, relying solely on their basic physical strength, how could they possibly resist a pearl capable of freely unleashing spells?
Indeed, this trial was far from simple. A Chaos Supreme Treasure wasn’t so easily obtained!
Feng Jinhuang’s face darkened as if it could drip with fury. She spread her arms like a mother hen, shielding her clansmen behind her, wary of another sneak attack from the Chaos-Colored Pearl.
Meanwhile, the five ancient clans on the mountainside slowly drew closer, attempting to form a larger defensive perimeter against the unknown threat.
Seeing this, Feng Jinhuang tried to pull her clansmen toward them to join forces.
But the Yin-Yang Daoist, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Green Lotus Ancient Clan, sharply refused: "Don’t come any closer! That mysterious pearl’s attacks are targeting you. Don’t try to shift the disaster onto us!"
The other four Great Luo Ancestors of the ancient clans watched her with equal indifference.
As the saying goes, where there are treasures, there are guardians. Without paying a price, how could one claim such a prize?
Did they expect their own clansmen to be the sacrificial offerings?
Don’t be ridiculous—better others die than oneself. The slowest would be the first to fall!
Earlier, in the Spirit Treasure Paradise, they had all been brothers in joy, feasting on sweet rewards.
But now, in the Five Elements Mountain Range, the stick had come down—they were merely surface-level allies, nothing more.
"Fine, fine, fine! Instead of uniting against a common enemy, you’d rather fight among yourselves? Do you really think sacrificing my clan alone will bring you safety?!"
Feng Jinhuang laughed in extreme anger, her beautiful eyes blazing as she glared at the five Great Luo Ancestors.
The Yin-Yang Daoist replied coldly, "I advise you to save your breath. If that mysterious pearl gets its fill, maybe a few of your clansmen will survive."
Feng Jinhuang gave him a deep look but said nothing more. Silently, she turned and led her clansmen into a mining pit they had dug earlier.
Meanwhile, within the barrier space formed by the eighty Chaos-Colored Pearls...
After observing for a long time, Chen Yi finally noticed something unusual.
That Yin-Yang Daoist... seemed a bit too erratic?
Could the will of Wuji be possessing him?
"Tricky..."
"If Wuji hasn’t shown itself yet, is it trying to ambush me?"
"If it’s planning an ambush, it wouldn’t possess a Golden Immortal. A Taiyi might be possible, but to unleash enough power, only a Great Luo would be the optimal choice!"
"There’s no reason for it to skip a Great Luo and settle for a Taiyi or Golden Immortal. After all, even when it possessed that little golden dragon with a complete ancestral artifact, I still outmaneuvered it. If it possessed a Taiyi, it wouldn’t stand a chance against me—let alone a Golden Immortal!"
"So, there’s over a ninety percent chance Wuji’s will is hiding among the six Great Luo. A Taiyi retains a slim possibility, while Golden Immortals should be safe. I can act, but cautiously."
After rigorous deduction, Chen Yi finally made his move against the eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.
Under normal circumstances, without fusing a Three-Star Chaos Avatar, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Golden Immortal, let alone eighty of them. Whether early-stage or mid-to-late-stage, suppressing eighty Golden Immortals would require at least eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars!
Eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars—that’s seven hundred and twenty One-Star basic avatars! Even if he drained himself dry, he couldn’t produce that many!
But that was just theoretical. In practice, fusing nine Three-Star Avatars into a Five-Star would easily subdue these eighty Golden Immortals!
And more realistically, these eighty Golden Immortals had willingly donned the Seal of Spirit-Severance to enter the Five Elements Mountain, sealing their magic and rendering their abilities useless. With only their frail Golden Immortal physiques, how could they resist Chen Yi, who wasn’t bound by the seal?
To put it bluntly, a One-Star Avatar swinging a halberd with full force could deliver a strike powerful enough to obliterate a Golden Immortal’s physical defenses!
Of course, Chen Yi wasn’t so ruthless. He merely knocked out all eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.
After all, these were premium-grade "materials"—too valuable to waste. Taking them back to the Ziwei Immortal Realm to fill in the variables was the proper way to use them!
Speaking of which, the Ziwei Heavenly Dao was already preparing to ascend to the Celestial Immortal rank. The "materials" that had "ascended" from the Divine Land Continent had already been exhausted, all reincarnated for a fresh start, leaving an urgent need for such high-quality replacements.
It wasn’t like they could just throw the Heavenly Officials into the variables again, right?
After painstakingly training a group of seasoned administrators, losing even one would be an unbearable blow!
The Ziwei Immortal Realm had long shed its early chaotic struggles and was now operating smoothly. Even the once-troublesome Matchmaking Department no longer dared to target Heavenly Officials—especially Bai Yujing, the longest-serving direct-attached immortal.
That scoundrel, notorious for his misdeeds, had incited such public outrage that he was democratically voted out of office during the first Immortal Court Congress. However, due to the unique nature of his position, he retained his rank and was exiled to serve as a river god in some remote tributary, where he nearly died of boredom.
But enough digressions—back to the main topic.
These eighty Golden Immortals were precious. While the Immortal Realm might not prioritize them given its vast resources, the Ziwei Immortal Realm was in desperate need!
Though the Ziwei Immortal Realm’s rank wasn’t yet high, Golden Immortals were resilient enough to shoulder variables that Ziwei natives couldn’t handle—variables the Ziwei Immortal Court wouldn’t dare touch, they would!
In short, they’d bear what the Ziwei Immortal Court could bear, and they’d bear what it couldn’t!
Golden Immortal bodies—premium-grade materials!
That was Chen Yi’s justification for his underhanded tactics.
"Thank you, Wuji, for delivering so many treasures. I won’t hold back!"
Chen Yi smirked and immediately began inspecting the bodies of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan’s Golden Immortals.
"Ah~ So itchy... something’s touching my body..."
"Goosebumps all over... damn it, wake up! Why can I feel the changes but can’t control my body?!"
"Oh~ I think I just shivered... what the hell is that thing doing to me?!"
"No, no, NO!!!"
The Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan weren’t actually unconscious!
They had merely been struck by a mysterious will, causing their consciousness to invert, their souls to flip, rendering them unable to control their bodies or resist—forced to endure silently...
The physical discomfort soon faded, but the mysterious pearl clearly wasn’t satisfied. It began forcibly invading their consciousness!
The eighty Golden Immortals’ suspended hearts... seemed a little too dead now.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
