After stepping into the glowing portal, before his eyes appeared:
[Name: Ying Bing]
[Age: 16]
[Constitution: Lunar Phoenix Body of Supreme Yin.]
[Cultivation Realm: Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm.]
[Destiny: Crimson (Bearing Emperor’s Bone, with Profound Ice as Fate, Autumn Water as Spirit, and the Visage of a Heavenly Phoenix.)]
[Evaluation: A fate riddled with calamities, yet always turning misfortune into fortune. Though still fledgling, when the winds of change arise, she shall soar above the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, reigning supreme across all realms.]
[Recent Encounter: Failed to seize the Blood Phoenix Essence. Upon entering the third layer of the secret realm, she will suffer severe injuries.]
"!!?"
Standing at the entrance of the secret realm, Li Mo’s pupils trembled slightly.
Was the system malfunctioning?
The highest cultivation level in this secret realm was only the Observation Divine Realm.
She would fail? And even suffer severe injuries?
"Bing—"
Before he could finish uttering that single word, the bloody glow at the entrance of the secret realm suddenly surged, engulfing everyone present and pulling them inside.
......
The bloody radiance resembled countless bubbles, carrying them through an endless darkness and scattering them across different locations.
When Li Mo opened his eyes again, it felt as though he had been transported to an ancient battlefield.
The world here was vast and boundless, the sky dim as if weeping. A bone-chilling wind howled, carrying the mournful wails of wandering spirits, sending shivers down one’s spine.
This place seemed to have once witnessed an extremely brutal battle.
Before the conflict, it might have been a lush forest, but now only countless blackened, withered branches remained, silently clawing at the heavens.
"The Blood Phoenix Secret Realm is no place of benevolence."
Li Mo sensed the restless stirring of the Karmic Flames within his dantian.
The Karmic Flames only reacted this way in the presence of lands steeped in malevolence or individuals of extreme wickedness.
Under normal circumstances, as long as he didn’t draw his hammer, Ying Bing should have no match within this secret realm.
Which meant that she must have encountered some unforeseen variable—one likely tied to the secret realm itself.
Crack—
Lost in thought, Li Mo stepped down, crushing a beast’s bone beneath his foot with a crisp snap.
"The spiritual energy here is far denser than the outside world."
"Could it be because of that... Blood Phoenix Essence?"
Just as this thought crossed his mind—
Boom—
The heavens trembled. The previously dim stars suddenly blazed with light.
Across the vast sky, enormous, starkly written characters appeared, visible to all:
[The heavens are unkind, treating all beings as straw dogs.]
[To achieve the pinnacle of martial arts, one must tread upon countless bones!]
[First Trial of the Secret Realm: Kill.]
[Only the top fifty will qualify to advance to the next layer.]
The words on the sky were few, yet each radiated a chilling killing intent.
The message was brutally simple:
Hunt exotic beasts and collect their tokens.
Only the top fifty would earn the right to proceed further.
Everyone who read these words felt their hearts tighten.
The rules spoke of hunting beasts, but with a limited quota.
What would happen to those outside the top fifty?
Killing a beast yielded only one token, but killing a person... well, that was a different story.
These layered rules undeniably transformed this place into a dark forest—where one must not only hunt beasts but also guard against treachery.
The secret realm had deliberately separated everyone upon entry, preventing any alliances.
Whoosh—
The sky shifted once more.
Names began appearing on the celestial scroll, but only the top fifty.
Clearly, those whose names remained on the list by the end would earn passage to the next layer.
"Getting on this list means becoming everyone’s target."
"Best get to work first."
Li Mo pulled out a small notebook from his robes.
He wasn’t in a hurry to hunt for tokens. The opportunities within the secret realm mattered little to him—as long as he could advance to the next layer, that was enough.
Securing returns on his investments was the true priority.
Or so he thought.
Yet, contrary to his expectations, he hadn’t walked far when—
Clatter—
The bones on the ground suddenly stirred without wind, piecing themselves together into the complete skeleton of a beast—resembling some bear-like creature.
From its hollow eye sockets, a bloody glow ignited, locking onto Li Mo with a ravenous hunger for flesh and life.
"Its aura is roughly at the Mystic Core Realm."
"Without flesh, it’s tougher than an ordinary Mystic Core beast. If they gather in numbers, even an Observation Divine Realm cultivator could be threatened."
As Li Mo assessed the skeletal bear’s strength—
Rumble—
The ground shook as the beast lunged.
Its charge was like a tempest, crushing boulders in its path to dust.
A single swipe of its paw carried the force of wind and thunder, terrifying in its momentum.
Yet when it slammed down, it struck nothing.
The tiny figure it had targeted had vanished without a trace.
"Heh."
"A mere Mystic Core beast? Taste my blade!"
Shing—
The Scarlet Sky Sword left its sheath with a resonant hum, its blade light coiling like a soaring dragon. Flames erupted, illuminating the darkness for dozens of meters.
Have you ever witnessed a sword technique descending from the heavens?
Li Mo’s swordsmanship was no joke.
Though he lacked the monstrous talent of a sword prodigy, his daily "training" between the ice block (Ying Bing) and the little Jiang Princess had honed him relentlessly.
It was like grinding practice problems every day.
In his past life, there were "small-town problem-solving experts."
Now, he could proudly call himself the greatest "small-town swordsmanship expert"!
Ssssh—
A superior sword technique, fueled by Karmic Flames, unleashed power beyond its usual limits.
Crackle—
Dozens of sword beams crisscrossed through the air.
The skeletal bear froze mid-motion—before exploding in a dazzling blaze.
Li Mo landed gracefully, Scarlet Sky in hand, not even sparing a glance at the fireworks behind him.
Internally, however, he cheered:
"Holy smokes, that was cool!"
It was...
Even more satisfying than pulling off a flawless play as Yasuo or Li Bai.
"Guess I’m just a little show-off at heart."
After mocking himself, Li Mo tightened his grip on the sword, patted the hammer hidden beneath his robes, and strode into the darkness.
.......
Meanwhile.
Before a deep, shadowy cave.
A young woman stood enveloped in radiant mist, her dark hair dancing lightly in the breeze. The moisture in the air crystallized into shimmering fragments, drifting down around her.
The mist flowed outward, guided by her inner breath, spreading in all directions.
"The Blood Phoenix Essence isn’t in the first layer."
"I must proceed further."
Ying Bing opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the void like clear ice.
She raised the Frost Sky Sword, its jade-like blade pointing into the cave’s abyss.
Within that darkness—where even light seemed unable to penetrate—hisses and screeches echoed.
Rustle—
Countless enormous skeletal bats emerged, numbering in the dozens. The weakest exuded the aura of the Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm, while the largest skeleton, wreathed in faint ghostly light, neared the Observation Divine Realm.
In life, these creatures had been known as:
Nightghosts.
For a moment, the cave entrance was overrun with spectral horrors.
But the next instant—
A dazzling radiance erupted, purging all shadows.
.......
At the same time.
The rankings in the sky shifted abruptly.
A single name skyrocketed to the top.
1st Place: Ying Bing – Tokens Collected: 27.
Gasps and exclamations erupted throughout the secret realm.
"How has she already hunted twenty-seven beasts in such a short time?"
"Could she have just... stumbled upon them?"
"Did you see? She didn’t climb the ranks—she shot straight to the top in an instant!"
"So, she annihilated all those skeletal beasts in the blink of an eye?!"

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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?"