When Ji Wushang’s heaven-covering, devilish palm descended, the Abyss of Ten Thousand Tombs seemed to be sealed shut by a black coffin dropped from the sky.
Five fingers like black celestial pillars crushed the void.
At each fingertip, a demonic eye swiveled.
Inside every eye, a different death was reflected.
One man was being flayed alive.
Another was being buried in the ground.
One knelt in the eerie domain, his mouth split ear to ear, smiling as he tore out his own heart.
These were not illusions.
These were futures of death projected after the tenth-grade horror began to corrupt the very laws of reality.
Even though the people of Da Xia had already boarded the spirit boat, shielded by Han Shanyue, Xue Wuhen, and the others, they still felt a chill grip their hearts.
Yin Jiuyou’s face turned ashen.
“Damn it.”
“This thing is a hand?”
“This is literally a tomb-mountain that can slap you!”
Ghost Granny stared hard at the palm, her voice hoarse.
“We can’t take it head-on.”
“A tenth-grade horror’s attacks carry rule corruption.”
“Take one hit, and a wounded body is the least of your worries.”
“The truly terrifying thing is your soul and fate getting tainted.”
“If you can’t hold out, you’ll become part of Ji Wushang’s eerie domain.”
Han Shanyue clenched both fists until his knuckles cracked.
“Then what about His Majesty…”
No one replied.
Because Wang Hao had already charged forward.
He held the New Emperor Sword in one hand.
And the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower in the other.
Nine imperial golden dragons coiled around him, blazing like nine ancient mountain ranges burning in the dark.
Behind him, the phantom images of his people flickered in and out of existence.
But the protective shield of the people’s willpower had just been shattered by the shockwave of those demonic eyes, and there was no way left to form a second death-tribulation barrier.
Wang Hao understood that all too well.
So he only had one thought right now.
Fight hard.
First, let’s see how tough this incomplete tenth-grade horror really is.
You can’t know without trying.
And when he tried, he found out—
It truly was too much to handle.
“Prison-Sky, Earth-Binding Palm!”
Wang Hao’s step pulverized void.
His eighth palm strike thundered out.
A giant heaven-covering palm manifested once more.
In its center, the phantom images of mountains, rivers, and the realm of Da Xia appeared, with the countless smoke and flame of mortal life coalescing into imperial pressure, slamming hard against Ji Wushang’s devilish hand.
Boom!
Golden and black divine radiance exploded.
The entire abyss was illuminated for a single breath.
Wang Hao’s arm trembled violently.
Fine cracking sounds echoed from within his bones.
But Ji Wushang’s devilish hand merely paused for a moment.
Then, black fiendish patterns surged along the phantom of mountains and rivers, trying in reverse to corrupt the imperial palm imprint.
Wang Hao’s eyes turned icy.
“Shatter.”
He detonated the eighth palm strike on his own command.
Boom!
The mountain-and-river phantom burst apart instantly, turning into thousands of strands of golden light that temporarily blocked the fiendish corrosion.
Wang Hao seized the chance to pull back, swinging the New Emperor Sword horizontally with his right hand.
“Nine Blades of Heaven’s Splitting!”
Blade one.
Split the Mountain!
A black-gold sword light slashed out.
Within the blade light was the gray-white death aura left over from the New Emperor Sword devouring the imperial corpse.
This strike was more than a notch stronger than before.
Even though the New Emperor Sword was still hiccuping from overeating, its devouring evolution had already begun to bear fruit.
The sword light landed on Ji Wushang’s palm.
Clang!
It was like striking a pitch-black divine mountain buried for ten thousand years.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Fiendish blood splattered.
A gash was carved into Ji Wushang’s palm.
But a breath later, countless tiny mouths appeared at the wound, chewing and chomping at the sword intent.
The New Emperor Sword shuddered in terror.
“Master!”
“He’s got mouths on his hand!”
“He’s trying to eat my sword energy!”
Wang Hao said coldly, “Don’t you eat corpses too?”
The New Emperor Sword sounded hurt.
“I eat proper meals. He eats filth!”
Wang Hao: “…”
The fact that his sword was still cracking jokes meant it hadn’t choked to death after all.
Ji Wushang’s massive silhouette loomed over Wang Hao, his voice ringing out like ten thousand ghosts stacked together.
"Your sword intent isn't bad."
"Too bad you're too weak."
The words fell.
Ji Wushang's five fingers suddenly clenched.
Countless tiny mouths in the wound on his palm screamed at once.
A terrifying suction force erupted.
The imperial dragon qi surrounding Wang Hao was violently torn away from him.
Nine golden dragons roared in fury as their scales were corroded by the sinister qi, spewing out great plumes of green smoke.
A cold glint flashed deep in Wang Hao's eyes.
The eighth floor of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda swung open.
"Scree——!"
A thunder phoenix spread its wings.
Black lightning formed its feathers.
Thunderfire tore through the sinister qi and slammed hard into Ji Wushang's palm.
Ji Wushang sneered.
The white-flame sinister heart in his chest suddenly pulsed.
Thump!
The sound was like a coffin striking the ground.
The thunder phoenix froze mid-air.
Shadows of countless black coffins materialized around it, sealing down on the thunder phoenix one after another.
The thunder phoenix beat its wings madly, blasting a dozen black coffins to pieces.
But more coffins pressed in.
In the end, the thunder phoenix self-destructed in a massive explosion.
Thunderlight swallowed the black coffins.
Yet it still couldn't harm Ji Wushang's true body.
Wang Hao's heart sank.
The eighth-realm thunder phoenix of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda could only clear minor skills against a Level Ten abomination.
There were still two uses left of the ninth-realm purple thunder dragon.
But the purple thunder dragon was a trump card among trump cards.
If he used it now and still failed to kill Ji Wushang, he would become a complete laughingstock.
Ji Wushang struck again.
Bone chains crossed the sky.
The black iron bone chains hanging behind him lashed out like a river of sealing demons, whipping toward Wang Hao.
Wang Hao's figure flickered.
Imperial dragon qi lifted his body as he shifted through the void in rapid succession.
The first bone chain grazed his shoulder and slammed down.
Boom!
A stretch of abyssal rampart was shattered on the spot, revealing twisted void behind it.
The second bone chain swept in horizontally.
Wang Hao countered with a backhand sword strike.
The second sword of the Nine Heaven-Opening Swords.
River-Splitting!
A flash of sword light, like a heavenly river of black gold, crashed against the bone chain.
Clang!
The bone chain shuddered.
Wang Hao's tiger's mouth split open, blood streaming down along the sword hilt.
The New Emperor Sword immediately shrieked.
"Master!"
"You're bleeding!"
"Can I just lick it— I mean, can we not waste it?"
A vein bulged on Wang Hao's forehead.
"Shut up!"
The New Emperor Sword went silent for a moment.
Then it muttered quietly.
"Master's getting stingier and stingier. Won't let me finish off the emperor corpse, won't even let me lick his blood."
Wang Hao ignored it.
Because the third, fourth, and fifth bone chains had already come at him all at once.
Golden light exploded beneath his feet.
The Ninth Palm of the Sky-Sealing Earth-Crushing Palm!
This was the final palm of the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Crushing Palm technique.
And also the most powerful one.
With one palm out, heaven and earth seemed to be overturned and suppressed.
The sky sank.
The earth rose.
The phantom of mountains, rivers, and altars no longer just appeared— it condensed into a golden prison of heaven and earth.
Nine imperial golden dragons coiled around the edges of the prison, their dragon heads all roaring at Ji Wushang in unison.
Boom!
The ninth palm struck the bone chains.
The five bone chains were forced back violently.
Ji Wushang's massive body tilted back slightly.
The people of Great Xia perked up at once.
Han Shanyue roared.
"His Majesty's divine might!"
Yin Jiuyou yelled along.
"Your Majesty, smack this ugly thing back into its coffin!"
But the next moment.
Ji Wushang laughed.
That laughter came from his chest, his abdomen, his head, the eye banners behind him, and even the gaps between his bone chains, all at the same time.
"A powerful palm."
"If I were still at half-step Level Ten, perhaps you could have gravely wounded me."
"But now..."
He raised his head.
His sinister eye snapped open.
Though the cracked remains of that sinister eye were frayed at the edges, it still erupted with an indescribable black light.
That black light fell upon the golden prison of heaven and earth.
Crack.
A soft sound.
The prison split open.
Then cracks spread wildly.
Boom!
The ninth palm shattered.
Wang Hao's body was sent flying backward.
Blood once again trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His chest felt like it had been slammed by a black divine mountain, his organs churning and roiling inside him.
The New Emperor Sword let out a shriek as well.
"Ouch!"
"Master, could you please fly a little more steadily!"
"The corpse of the Emperor inside my belly is about to be shaken right out!"
Wang Hao gritted his teeth and steadied himself.
His eyes were calm.
But in his mind, he had already calculated the situation to its absolute limit.
From the first move to the tenth, he tested the enemy with the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Crushing Palm and the Nine Heavenly Cleaving Swords.
Ji Wushang was incomplete, but his physical body was absurdly powerful.
From the eleventh move to the twentieth, he used the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda's thunder phoenixes, dark thunder chains, and the Imperial Dragon Qi to restrain him.
But the thunder's power was corroded by the cursed domain, draining him heavily.
From the twenty-first move to the thirtieth, he tried to close in and slash at the crack in the cursed eye.
Yet Ji Wushang seemed to know that was his weak point too—bone chains, tattered banners, and the eerie sound of the small coffin all gathered to guard the cursed eye.
He simply couldn't break through.
Thirty moves.
A full thirty moves.
The Abyss of Ten-Thousand Ruins had been torn apart and blasted into chaos.
The sacrificial platform had been reduced to powder.
The black tide was shattered, then re-formed.
The void was ripped open, then stitched shut by the cursed domain.
The more Wang Hao fought, the more alarmed he became.
Ji Wushang was indeed a flawed Level Ten.
But even a flawed Level Ten was still Level Ten.
What let Wang Hao match him in battle was the last dregs of the Transcendent Physique Inspection Card, the Imperial Dragon Qi, the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, the explosive power gained when the New Emperor Sword devoured the Emperor's corpse, and his own divine-tier martial arts.
But all of these were draining away.
Especially the Transcendent Physique Inspection Card.
Wang Hao could feel it.
That artificially boosted power was receding from his body like an ebbing tide.
Every strike he made weighed heavier than the last.
Not in raw might—in the burden on his body.
If he kept fighting.
Before Ji Wushang even went all out.
He would fall from "temporary transcendence" back to Martial God Second Layer.
And by then, a single glance from Ji Wushang might be enough to kill him.
Wang Hao was again sent flying back a hundred zhang by a bone chain.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.
His gaze swept toward the edge of the abyss.
There.
The people of the Sixteen Sacred Lands of the Central Continent were still there.
Not just the Sixteen Sacred Lands, either.
There were also the ancient clans, the hidden sects, the ten-thousand-year noble houses, and some strong practitioners who had rushed over from afar.
They hadn't gone deep into the sacrificial platform.
So they hadn't been caught in the core of the deadly battle just now.
Now they stood at the edge of the abyss, each protected by their sacred artifacts, formation plates, and ancient talismans, watching the battle from a distance.
Some faces were pale.
Some eyes flickered with calculation.
Some stared greedily at the cursed artifact's fading light and the source of the Emperor's corpse aura around Ji Wushang.
Others looked at the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and the New Emperor Sword in Wang Hao's hands.
Wang Hao understood everything in a single glance.
These people wanted to wait.
Wait until he and Ji Wushang both collapsed.
Wait until Great Xia was wiped out.
Wait until they could pick up the scraps at the end.
Wang Hao smiled.
The smile was very gentle.
So gentle that Han Shanyue's heart skipped a beat.
Han Shanyue knew that smile too well.
The last time His Majesty smiled like that, it was at the Great Xia court when he announced the confiscation of over a hundred corrupt officials' properties.
The time before that was when he lured several clan patriarchs into the palace for tea—then exiled their entire families.
Yin Jiuyou also sensed something wrong.
"That smile of His Majesty..."
Xue Wuhen was silent for a moment.
"Someone's about to be in deep trouble."
The Demon Lord glanced at the watchers at the abyss's edge and his eyelids twitched slightly.
He suddenly understood what Wang Hao was about to do.
This tyrant.
He wasn't just cunning.
He was ruthless to the bone.
The Imperial Dragon Qi inside Wang Hao suddenly surged.
He looked like a man about to go all out, gripping the New Emperor Sword with both hands.
"Ji Wushang!"
"Take this, my final strike!"
Ji Wushang's sinister eyes gleamed with dark light.
"A dying struggle."
Behind Wang Hao, the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower rumbled.
The nine tower gates trembled slightly.
A sliver of purple lightning emerged.
Ji Wushang paused mid-motion.
The Purple Thunder Dragon.
He remembered that power.
It might not be enough to kill him now, but taking a direct hit would by no means be pleasant.
Wang Hao's eyes erupted with golden light as his aura soared violently.
Even the cultivators of the Sixteen Sacred Grounds of the Central Continent tensed up.
"He's going to use the ninth-floor Thunder Dragon of the Demon-Suppressing Tower?"
"Good! Let them clash!"
"Best case, one blow cripples Ji Wushang!"
"If Wang Hao exhausts himself, we'll have our chance to seize the tower!"
"And that sword—it devoured the remnant corpse of the Emperor, its value is immeasurable!"
These words were masked by various divine arts.
But who was Wang Hao?
He didn't need to hear them.
He could guess what these people were thinking with his toes.
A smirk tugged at Wang Hao's lips.
The next instant.
He moved.
Not toward Ji Wushang.
But spinning around abruptly.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower released ten thousand threads of lightning, instantly wrapping around the Great Xia Spirit Boat.
Imperial Dragon Qi transformed into nine golden dragons, lifting the boat.
Wang Hao slashed open a rift in the void with his sword, and with the spirit boat in tow, turned and bolted.
His direction—
Straight into the crowd of the Sixteen Sacred Grounds of the Central Continent!
The entire scene went dead silent for a moment.
The Central Continent cultivators' faces froze.
Even Ji Wushang was stunned for a beat.
The New Emperor Sword reacted first, shouting with excitement.
"Master!"
"Didn't you say that was your final strike?"
Wang Hao's face was expressionless.
"Final strike means the last time I trick him."
The New Emperor Sword looked at him with newfound respect.
"As expected of my master!"
"Even your retreat is this shamelessly brilliant!"
Wang Hao said coldly, "Shut up. Look like you're ready to fight to the death."
The New Emperor Sword immediately erupted with surging black light and howled.
"Ji you mongrel!"
"Come and chase your sword grandpa if you dare!"
"Catch me, and I'll let you have a taste!"
Wang Hao slapped the sword hilt.
"Don't disgust me!"
Ji Wushang finally snapped out of it.
His massive frame threw its head back and roared.
"Wang Hao!"
"You can't escape!"
Boom!
The tenth-tier Demonic Domain shattered the void.
Ji Wushang took a step forward, giving chase.
With every step he took, the abyss collapsed beneath him.
Shadowy coffins, the ghostly eye's lingering glow, bone chains spanning like rivers—all surged after Wang Hao in a tide.
But Wang Hao, with the Great Xia Spirit Boat in tow, shot like a golden meteor, flying headlong into the crowd of the Sixteen Sacred Grounds.
At the edge of the abyss.
Someone finally realized something was wrong.
"Wang Hao!"
"Don't you come this way!"
From afar, Wang Hao looked at them and grinned brilliantly.
"Fellow daoists!"
"Watching the show for this long—time to pay the ticket fee!"
"I've brought you a gift of a lifetime!"
"Catch!"
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?"
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