After the stars faded, complete annihilation followed.
When all 108 members of the group were sanctioned by the system, logic dictated that during the penalty period, the monitoring system would no longer bother scanning this space. After all, with not a single soul left to speak in the group, continuing surveillance would only waste computational power.
In other words—this was Chen Yi’s long-awaited opportunity to act without restraint!
Inside the Illusory Star Grotto-Heaven, Chen Yi’s true form took a deep breath, then channeled a surge of immense divine consciousness into his immortal avatar—the vessel hosting the main body of the chat group.
Within the vast sea of consciousness, that peculiar flickering light dot pulsed ceaselessly.
There was no denying it—this anchor point of the chat group was bizarre, existing in a state between tangible and intangible. No external force could damage it; only when it actively sought out and captured a consciousness, verifying its "transmigrator" attributes, would one even perceive its existence.
Had Chen Yi not been a genuine transmigrator, even if this light dot were right before his eyes, he’d never have noticed it!
This method was far too advanced, operating on a level Chen Yi had never even heard of.
Moreover, unlike the Immortal Ascension Tribulation—a phenomenon derived from the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm, born of the world’s natural energies—this strange light dot bore a faint trace of artificial craftsmanship!
Though barely detectable, Chen Yi had spotted it, which was why he’d never dared to use resources from the Multiverse Store on his true body.
Who knew where those things came from? Consuming unclean items would only harm his cultivation.
The lightning of the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, on the other hand, was pure and safe—just like the nascent immortal essence currently being refined by the Purple Star Heavenly Dao. Healthy and reliable.
As for everything else? Let the avatars test the waters. If something went wrong, he could always refine a new one.
Of course, these were trivial concerns. The real challenge now was how to infiltrate this chat group’s anchor point.
Chen Yi first wrapped it in a veil of divine consciousness, probing it meticulously before deciding on a full-frontal assault—an overwhelming surge of divine will!
He’d tried this before during the initial binding, achieving nothing. Back then, he couldn’t even scratch the surface of the light dot.
But that was then, and this was now. After using the chat group for so long, he’d grown familiar with the anchor point’s quirks.
Its function was simple: it only captured and permitted entry to consciousnesses emitting the specific fluctuations of a transmigrator, allowing them to operate within designated zones.
His plan? Exploit the monitoring system’s momentary neglect to bombard the anchor point with tens of millions of chaotic consciousness waves!
If even a single wave slipped past the anchor point’s defenses, granting Chen Yi access to forbidden territory... well, then he’d have free rein to do as he pleased!
As it turned out, Chen Yi’s guess was correct. A program bound by rigid rules would never refuse usage—even if the anchor point’s transmission channel had immense capacity, capable of withstanding the first wave of millions of consciousnesses, how would it handle the second wave of a hundred million?
And the third wave? The fourth?
...Actually, the fourth wave might be pushing it. Abnormal activity on that scale would surely trigger system detection. Not only would the anchor point shut down its access channels, but Chen Yi’s account would face the harshest penalties—permanent deletion!
This wasn’t just a minor violation anymore; it was an attempted backend invasion!
Messing with other group members was one thing—a warning or temporary ban at worst. But targeting the chat group itself? That was a guaranteed account termination!
So, he had to exploit the anchor point’s backdoor before the monitoring system caught on.
Under the relentless assault of millions of consciousness waves, the flickering frequency of the strange light dot slowed noticeably—but it held firm, preventing any leaks into unauthorized zones.
Without hesitation, Chen Yi unleashed the second wave—a billion-fold surge!
This time, the chat group anchor point buckled under the onslaught. Its information transmission channels clogged with rampaging consciousness waves, leaving no room in the designated operational zones.
Finally—one unruly wave spilled over, slipping into uncharted territory!
A brand-new realm unfolded before it!
The next instant, every consciousness wave in the transmission channels and operational zones disintegrated, leaving behind only a single, docile wave—one that obediently opened the Multiverse Store interface, staring blankly at the countdown timer for the account suspension.
Only then did the monitoring system finally scan the anomaly.
But...
How strange. Despite the irregularity, the scan showed everything was normal.
[Member ‘Damn Immortal Tribulation’s Still Chasing Me,’ please refrain from excessively refreshing the Multiverse Store. Your account is currently suspended. Please wait patiently until the suspension period ends before making purchases.]
Chen Yi replied with exaggerated sincerity, "But I really, really want to spend right now. Is there any way to reduce the suspension time? I swear I’ve learned my lesson—I’ll never do it again."
[Server busy. Please try again later...]
"Alright, take your time. I’ll just keep refreshing out of boredom..." Chen Yi was the picture of politeness, a far cry from his usual defiant demeanor. He even flashed a guileless, good-natured smile.
[Please do not refresh excessively...]
"I’m bored. Can’t I even refresh?"
[Please do not refresh excessively...]
"Hey, what exactly do you do for work? Every time there’s an issue, the server’s ‘busy.’"
[Server busy. Please try again later...]
"By the way, Chat Group, where do you even get all these immortal-level resources?"
[Please do not refresh...]
[Server busy...]
And so, Chen Yi kept pestering the monitoring system with idle chatter.
Of course, this wasn’t pointless—it was all about crafting an alibi.
Even if that rogue consciousness sneaking into the backend was eventually caught...
What did that have to do with him, Chen Yi?
Hadn’t he just been here the whole time, refreshing the interface and annoying the chat group’s monitoring system?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
