The Divine Realm, upstream of the River of Time.
Once a world that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Immortal Realm, the breadth and depth of its glorious history were no less than that of the Immortal Realm—perhaps even greater!
Unfortunately, due to an unavoidable calamity, the Heavenly Dao of the Divine Realm collapsed, and the River of Time split into two, becoming narrow and shallow.
In stark contrast, the River of Time in the Immortal Realm flourished.
After emerging victorious in the final struggle, it swiftly claimed dominance over all realms, facing no threats from any other world. Thus, it began to grow unchecked.
The Immortal Realm's River of Time widened and deepened until it became the sole main artery in the Sea of Time and Space—vast and boundless, beyond the full comprehension of even an Immortal Emperor.
"Chen Yi, are you certain you wish to enter the Immortal Realm?"
At a certain stretch of the Divine Realm's River of Time, Zhang Bairen's gaze was heavy with concern.
Truth be told, he had no doubts about Chen Yi's capabilities. This anomaly always managed to accomplish feats beyond imagination and comprehension.
But he had little faith in this mere Taiyi-level avatar of Chen Yi.
After all, even avatars have their limits, especially when Chen Yi was a prime target of the Immortal Ascension Tribulation. The slightest leak of his aura within the Immortal Realm would inevitably expose him.
If Chen Yi were exposed, it wouldn’t matter much—just the loss of an avatar. But as an accomplice, Zhang Bairen would suffer dearly.
It had to be said, though the Wuji Celestial Court was still a fledgling institution, it was undeniably filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Zhang Bairen might be able to deceive Wuji with his knowledge of its workings, but actions left traces, no matter how meticulously covered.
If some ambitious individuals seized upon this, his position as a First-Rank Spatiotemporal Inspector would be over.
"Senior, rest assured. I know my limits."
Chen Yi gave Zhang Bairen a confident look but refrained from mentioning the perilous situation Cui Changsheng was in.
To put it bluntly, he didn’t mean to belittle Zhang Bairen, but this was a high-stakes game. As a half-step Dao Ancestor with only eighteen strands of foundational Dao Marks, Zhang Bairen would be nothing more than cannon fodder if he stepped in.
Rather than burdening him with unnecessary worry, Chen Yi chose to shoulder the responsibility alone. Once he pulled Cui Changsheng out of the quagmire, he could share the good news then.
"You think I’m unworthy?" Zhang Bairen stared at him calmly. "Senior Cui Changsheng once said you are utterly uncontrollable. Whatever you plan to do must be supervised by me to prevent irreparable consequences."
"This isn’t about controlling you—it’s for the safety of the covert operations in the Immortal Realm. I trust you understand."
Chen Yi nodded slightly. "I do. But Senior, this is a high-level game. You really can’t tag along."
Zhang Bairen’s expression grew graver. "Are you planning to provoke that one again? With just this Taiyi avatar? Is it even possible?"
Chen Yi smiled faintly. "This avatar is merely a mobile coordinate. And I’m not going to provoke that one. You have nothing to worry about."
Zhang Bairen fell silent for a long moment before sighing deeply. "Sigh... I know I can’t stop you from doing what you want, nor can anyone force you to do what you don’t. But I beg you to keep a low profile. Don’t make too much noise—I truly can’t cover for you."
Chen Yi replied solemnly, "Before, I didn’t know the seniors were shielding us from above. Now that I do, I won’t act recklessly. I always plan before acting, think thrice before moving. I never fight battles I’m not confident in winning. You have my word."
Zhang Bairen said no more, silently unfurling his First-Rank Spatiotemporal Umbrella to begin his routine patrol.
As a First-Rank Spatiotemporal Inspector, his duties focused on leadership, patrols, and oversight. The task of tracking Ling Xiao was merely an incidental assignment—one he could neglect without consequence, as there were plenty of ambitious inspectors eager to take his place.
Still, diligence was key. His meticulous work ethic had earned him his rank, and he wasn’t about to slack now.
Soon, he arrived at the node where Wuji had severed the River of Time.
"Immortal, halt! Leaving the investigation zone requires inspection by His Majesty Wuji’s Heaven-Gazing Mirror. Please comply." The immortal general guarding the critical temporal node spoke with solemn authority.
Entering was easy—just present Wuji’s pre-approved search warrant. But exiting was another matter. After all, who knew if the fugitive Ling Xiao might be hiding on one’s person? A thorough inspection was non-negotiable.
"Relax. Ling Xiao isn’t in the stretch of river I patrolled." Zhang Bairen reassured him, submitting to the Heaven-Gazing Mirror’s scan without resistance.
He had nothing to hide. As for Chen Yi...
"Inspection clear. Permission to depart granted!"
"Immortal, please take this path!"
Once cleared, the guardian immortal’s demeanor turned respectful. With a wave of his crimson-gold banner, he opened a narrow path across the severed River of Time, allowing Zhang Bairen passage.
"Mm. Your diligence is appreciated. Stay vigilant—we cannot let that criminal escape again." After offering a few words of encouragement, Zhang Bairen stepped onto the path, heading straight for the Immortal Realm’s River of Time.

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."

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”