Within the Boundless Realm, the Great Dao was in its nascent state, forming a world of its own. At the center of this land, derived from the Chaos Treasure—the Myriad Phenomena Profound Ring—an ancient being, whose aura was as timeless as primordial mountains, expounded the principles of the Dao.
This was none other than the Great Love Divine Venerable of the former Divine Realm, the Primordial Venerable Hu Fangyuan, a figure who once rivaled the Dao Ancestors.
Seated cross-legged before him was a young man—Fang Fan, the acting Civil God of Wealth of the Violet Star Celestial Court and the master of this realm.
Hu Fangyuan’s voice was hoarse and low, yet every word he uttered resonated with the fundamental truths of heaven and earth, causing the Great Dao of the Boundless Realm to hum in harmony.
The Dao’s melody permeated the air, and countless profound runes coalesced from the void, transforming at times into a gentle spring breeze and rain, at others into towering mountains and rivers. The secrets of the Great Luo were laid bare, dissected and presented before Fang Fan’s eyes.
Immersed in the Dao’s resonance, Fang Fan entered a deep meditative state.
He could see within himself—his True Immortal foundation, once flawed and restless, was now being purified, its essence growing ever more solid.
In his mind’s eye, a grand portal slowly creaked open, revealing towering figures standing beyond it—manifestations of his future Dharma Bodies, ready to be summoned!
Such an opportunity was rare even for the sons of Celestial Emperors across the cosmos!
Hu Fangyuan watched the meditating Fang Fan, the tension in his expression easing slightly.
This young man’s talent and temperament were exceptional—a seedling of great promise.
He had expected Fang Fan to require at least a century to digest his teachings, yet in just a few days, the youth had already grasped the mysteries of breaking through to the next realm.
At this rate, within ten thousand years, the Violet Star Celestial Court might gain a new Great Luo!
Nurturing this boy was both part of his deal with Chen Yi and an investment in a future bond.
After all, it was clear that Fang Fan’s potential extended far beyond the Great Luo—perhaps even the Great Luo was merely his starting point!
Buzz!
But at that moment—
The tranquil Dao rhythms of the Boundless Realm suddenly stilled, as if a stone had been cast into a placid lake.
In the next instant, Chen Yi, who had been "away," abruptly reappeared, materializing right before Fang Fan.
The moment Chen Yi’s avatar solidified, the natural order of this realm twisted in disarray. Even though this was the interior of Fang Fan’s Chaos Treasure, its laws were forcibly suppressed. The once-harmonious Dao fluctuations turned turbulent, like a fighter jet skimming the ocean’s surface and churning up towering waves.
The Dao runes surrounding Fang Fan flickered like fireflies bereft of their souls, their glow dimming rapidly before crumbling into dust.
Hu Fangyuan’s lecture came to an abrupt halt, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
This monster is back again!
Whenever he shows up, trouble follows!
"Pfft!"
The Dao runes swirling around Fang Fan lost their vitality, their radiance fading before disintegrating into nothingness.
Fang Fan opened his eyes, confusion and pain flashing across his face for only a moment. But when Chen Yi’s figure entered his vision, he instinctively straightened his back as if the interruption to his Dao path meant nothing. His eyes burned with unwavering determination.
"Venerable!" Fang Fan struggled to rise and bow.
"Enough with the formalities," Chen Yi waved a hand dismissively, his gaze fixed on him. "Your foundation’s solid. Seems Black Earth here put in real effort."
Hu Fangyuan’s lips twitched violently.
Of course I did! I’m a Primordial Venerable, personally spoon-feeding your protégé! Do you have any idea how close you just came to crushing this promising seedling with your sudden appearance?!
But he dared not voice his thoughts aloud. Instead, he adopted a tone laced with anguish and resentment.
"Why are you here? He was on the verge of a breakthrough. Waking him now undoes all progress—what a waste!"
"So what?" Chen Yi smirked. "No matter how much theory you absorb, it’s all just words on paper. True power is forged in battle, not lectures."
He patted Fang Fan’s shoulder, his voice earnest.
"Little Fang, I’ve got a better training opportunity for you—one that’ll do more for you than a thousand years of listening to lectures."
Fang Fan’s blood surged with excitement. The disappointment of his interrupted breakthrough vanished instantly.
A trial personally arranged by the Venerable? This was an unparalleled opportunity!
"Your orders, Venerable! Fang Fan would gladly die a thousand deaths to fulfill them!" He dropped to one knee, his voice resolute.
Hu Fangyuan rolled his eyes.
This kid… he’d happily count the coins while being sold!
Chen Yi’s twisted logic somehow always left people spellbound.
"Rise." Chen Yi nodded approvingly before turning to Hu Fangyuan.
"Black Earth, since we’re allies, I’ll be straight with you. Things have changed. The Infinite Celestial Court has sent a covert team down—they’re up to no good. I need someone I trust to lead a squad and intercept them."
He paused, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Hu Fangyuan.
"The team’s leaders are Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao. Reliable intel suggests they’re survivors of the Divine Realm."
"What?!"
Hu Fangyuan’s initial shock gave way to silence.
Chen Ye and Liu Xiaoyao!
The Infinite Celestial Emperor’s most trusted enforcers—the Seal-Bearing Immortal Official and the Hall Guardian General, both half-step Dao Ancestors wielding immense authority!
They were Divine Realm survivors?!
After the Divine Realm’s collapse, its remnants bore deep hatred for the Celestial Clan. How could any of them side with their enemies, let alone rise to such heights?
"What do you think?" Chen Yi’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "You can lie to allies, but don’t lie to yourself."
Those two names struck Hu Fangyuan’s mind like thunderbolts, leaving him momentarily dazed.
His thoughts raced. Chen Yi’s words rang true… Were they traitors? Or… infiltrators?
If infiltrators, what were their goals?
And who had planted them?
Fine. No more pretending.
"I see." Hu Fangyuan looked at Fang Fan, his expression complicated. "If we’re dealing with them, this boy’s current strength is far from sufficient."
Without warning, Hu Fangyuan formed a sword-seal with his fingers and sent a beam of pure divine light—imbued with his foundational insights—straight into Fang Fan’s brow.
"Ahhh!"
Fang Fan let out a pained roar as torrents of knowledge and raw power exploded within him, shattering his meridians and churning his sea of consciousness.
This was brute-force enlightenment—a merciless infusion!
Crude, yet undeniably effective!
A crisp snapping sound echoed from Fang Fan’s body, as though an invisible shackle had shattered. The surrounding qi reversed its flow, and his aura skyrocketed, ascending to an entirely new level in mere moments.
Chen Yi watched silently, making no move to intervene.
This was Hu Fangyuan’s way of declaring his stance.
At last, the light faded.
Covered in blood, Fang Fan’s presence blazed brighter than ever—like a newborn star—now brushing against the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm.
Without bothering to recover, he bowed deeply to both men.
"My gratitude, Elder! My thanks, Venerable!"
Chen Yi chuckled and tossed him a pill and a token.
"This is the newly established ‘Special Operations Division’ commander’s badge from the Celestial Pivot Bureau. Recruit your own team. I have only one demand."
His gaze sharpened.
"Uncover every detail about that Infinite squad. And if necessary… replace them!"
Fang Fan gripped the token, its cold weight a solemn reminder of his mission. He nodded firmly.
"As you command!"
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?"
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."
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
