The power of the Celestial Clan is bestowed by the heavens, descending from above as radiant auspicious light.
Suddenly.
Before the violet light could fully descend, another strange rumble echoed through the skies.
The violet light seemed to have been cleansed by chaos, as a golden thread abruptly emerged from its core, swiftly dyeing it into a dazzling, gilded hue.
"Where am I?"
Jiang Yu, enveloped in golden radiance and standing no taller than half a person's height, examined his hands—they were not those of an adult.
"The Celestial Clan shall rise!"
The reverent and admiring gazes from those around him made him stop dwelling on what he had forgotten.
The memories bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Phoenix Domain swiftly flooded his mind.
"I am now a denizen of the Celestial City, the rarest and most powerful among the Three Cities—Heaven, Earth, and Mortal. The Celestial Clan possesses a divine sword capable of summoning wind and rain, unmatched in might."
"Every fifty years, calamity befalls this realm, and it is my duty to ensure the eternal survival of the Celestial City..."
"Yet, no one in the Celestial Clan has earned the divine sword's recognition..."
Jiang Yu raised his head and saw the longsword embedded atop the grand hall of the cloud-piercing palace.
For some reason, the blade felt both foreign and familiar to him.
Could it be that he was destined to become its master?
His descent, wreathed in golden light, stirred excitement among the Celestial Clan. It had been years since such a sight had been witnessed—this signified a shift in the Celestial City's fate.
Perhaps he could be the one to draw the divine sword!
......
Within the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains, the events unfolding in the Celestial City were projected for all to see.
Through Emperor Jingtai's perspective, the onlookers could observe everything in vivid detail.
The streets of the imperial capital buzzed with excitement, the crowd even larger than during the grand Flower Festival.
"The light manifests in three colors—azure, violet, and gold. The latter signifies the greatest innate potential," Xie Xuan explained to the gathered crowd beneath the ornate canopy.
"What was your innate potential during your trial in the city?" Huang Donglai asked.
"Violet. To my knowledge, since Master Su Jun's time, Jiang Yu now holds the highest starting point within the Celestial City's trials," Xie Xuan replied.
"In the Celestial City, strength reigns supreme. That's why even I had to defer to him during my trial—infuriating, when you think about it."
"But this time will be different. He’s no longer the top-ranked rising star."
Huang Donglai, Xiao Qin, Murong Xiao, and Zhong Zhenyue exchanged glances, amusement flashing in their eyes.
In unison, they let out a series of sinister chuckles.
"Look! That light—it must be Little Bing'er, right?"
Shang Wu, sipping wine, pointed upward.
All eyes followed her gesture, countless gazes converging on the Celestial City.
A crimson meteor streaked across the heavens, dyeing the clouds in rosy hues.
"Red?"
Those familiar with the Celestial Trials were stunned—this was unprecedented.
It was like pulling a character from a gacha game that wasn’t even in the pool.
As the light reached its zenith, it resonated with the very fabric of the realm. The crimson radiance shimmered like a dust-covered gem rediscovered, transforming into a rainbow that spanned the sky.
The phenomenon sent ripples through the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains, as if the Celestial City itself was undergoing an indescribable transformation.
In comparison, Jiang Yu’s earlier display now seemed like a flickering firefly, swiftly forgotten by all inside and outside the scroll.
Before he could even attempt it, the divine sword embedded in the palace hall shot into the sky, soaring toward the heavens like a swallow returning to its nest.
Emperor Jingtai arched an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with intensity.
Tian Miao wiped her lips, murmuring in confusion, "Strange. My mastery of fate has grown so much, yet the more I look at Little Bing'er, the worse my nausea gets."
Typically, a person’s destiny could shift, but only within limits.
How could Ying Bing’s fate have changed so drastically in just a year?
She glanced at her master, only to find the elderly woman serenely composed, as if everything was proceeding exactly as she foresaw.
"Master truly is peerless, her insight into fate unshaken even by this."
"..."
"Master?"
Tian Miao blinked, leaning closer—only to hear the steady rhythm of her master’s breathing.
Ah.
Her master had fallen asleep with her eyes open...
The radiant light descended upon the highest point of the Celestial City. Clutching the divine sword, Ying Bing’s gaze flickered with momentary confusion—she, too, was affected by the forgetting of past memories.
But not entirely.
"Have I been reborn? Yet this doesn’t seem to be the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths..."
Standing atop the palace eaves, Ying Bing swept her cool, detached gaze over the scene below.
The Celestial Clan revered strength.
Already, the people below had prostrated themselves, worshiping her as a deity descended.
"The divine sword has chosen its master! We shall obey your every command!"
"You are destined to reign supreme!"
"Henceforth, across the Three Cities, you are the chosen one! Ascend the throne and rule the Celestial City!"
The Celestial Clan seemed to glimpse a glorious future.
Outside, the spectators watching the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains were dumbfounded—the aura of the Frost Fairy was overwhelmingly domineering.
Even the civil and military officials felt an inexplicable strangeness.
It was as if, despite the Great Yu never having had an empress, they were suddenly tempted to urge Emperor Jingtai to abdicate in favor of Ying Bing’s immediate coronation.
"The divine sword..."
Ying Bing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly as she examined the blade in her hand.
A sense of familiarity washed over her.
In her mind flashed an image—a young man brandishing a wooden stick, wreaking havoc in the imperial gardens.
The moment this memory surfaced, it was like a crack in a dam. The floodgates burst open, and her recollections came rushing back.
She remembered everything that had just transpired.
With that, Ying Bing looked down and spoke softly, her voice clear as ice:
"If I command something, will you obey without question?"
"Of course!"
The Celestial Clan answered as one.
"Good. I renounce my status as a Celestial and will leave the Celestial City."
"Your wisdom is peerless—... Wait, what?"
Silence.
The entire assembly froze.
The Celestial Clan, beings of immense innate power, were now covered in metaphorical question marks, their eyes blank with bewilderment.
It was like a newly crowned emperor’s first decree being to immediately abdicate.
Who could possibly make sense of that?
The Celestial Clan was baffled. The citizens of the imperial capital were baffled. Even the Demon Summoning Sect would have been baffled.
But there was no mistake—they had heard correctly.
Clang—
Ying Bing tossed the divine sword onto the ground, then turned and leaped gracefully from the roof, striding toward the city gates.
Not a single Celestial moved to stop her.
First, if they acknowledged her as their leader, they had to obey her commands—yet her command was to relinquish her authority. But if she no longer held power, did her orders still apply?
Their brains overheated trying to unravel this paradox.
Of course, the second reason was far simpler.
Ying Bing’s innate power was beyond measure.
Stopping her?
They simply lacked the capability.
"She’s really leaving?"
"This trial is unlike any before. By abandoning her position, isn’t she crippling her own faction? What could she possibly be thinking...?"
"Wait—where is Young Master Li?"
Some time had passed, yet no one else had descended.
Ying Bing and Jiang Yu had both arrived safely in the Celestial City.
Only the top-ranked rising star, Li Mo, was missing.
After a moment’s contemplation, Emperor Jingtai decided not to wait any longer. He resolved to use the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains to search for Li Mo’s whereabouts.
The scene within the Painting of Rivers and Mountains shifted with the play of light and shadow.
After a moment, the view drifted past the ethereal Heavenly City, beyond the bustling Earthly City, and finally settled upon a desolate little village.

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?"

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

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?"

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.”