The night was eerily silent.
Not the usual kind of quiet.
A chilling killing intent suddenly permeated the air, freezing even time and space.
The vast expanse of the starry sky ceased its rotation, the flowing rivers of light came to a standstill, everything returned to zero, and all things paused.
"So it's like this after all..."
The voice of the witch was calm and indifferent.
She bore a great deal of the killing intent.
Yet, her expression remained impassive, showing no signs of being affected.
Her enchanting eyes, glistening with a thin layer of moisture in the dim night, first glanced at Xu Xi, who was sound asleep, then turned to the cold-faced female sword immortal.
The intense killing intent emanating from the other party further confirmed Krisha's suspicions.
"The person you've been waiting for is the same as mine."
Once could be considered a coincidence, but twice practically confirmed the truth.
The aura emanating from the Eternal Tear and the Sugar Jar had long made Krisha aware that her mentor seemed to have some inexplicable connection with the "kind-hearted person."
Competition? Possession? Declaring sovereignty?
Krisha didn't delve that deeply into it.
The reason she stayed in Xu Xi's room was more out of a desire to protect him.
After all, Krisha knew nothing about the female sword immortal's identity and couldn't determine whether she harbored ill intentions, which was why she kept watch here.
Beyond that, Krisha also wanted to understand the relationship between the female sword immortal and Xu Xi.
She was—
Just a little curious.
"Can we talk?" In the silent bedroom, Krisha slowly rose from the wooden chair, her long hair flowing as she extended an invitation to Xu Moli, who stood by the window.
Crack! Crack!
The response to the witch was the sharp, ear-piercing sound of space shattering.
The killing intent had solidified into a tangible force, relentlessly pressing against the space around Krisha, causing it to fracture inch by inch.
"There's nothing for us to talk about."
Xu Moli's expression grew even colder.
She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
The "pitiful person" she had kindly helped was actually sharing a room with her brother.
If things had progressed this far while she was present, she didn't even dare to imagine what might have happened when she wasn't around!
"Screech!!!"
The sword's shrill cry echoed, avoiding Xu Xi's bed and precisely slashing toward Krisha.
"Troublesome..."
Krisha blocked the attack, her small face filled with great confusion, unable to comprehend why the other party couldn't calmly discuss things.
When she had helped her before, she had been so warm-hearted.
But now, her ferocity—
Even surpassed that of the proud dragon race.
In her frustration, a lesson from Xu Xi resurfaced in Krisha's mind.
"Krisha, remember, if words fail, force is also a good option."
The "Xu Xi Dragon Taming Method."
Krisha had always kept this in mind.
She felt that the current situation was perfect for applying this method.
Thus, Krisha, holding her staff, tilted her head slightly and issued this invitation to the female sword immortal: "Shall we fight?"
Xu Moli laughed.
It was a laugh of exasperation.
She decided to question Krisha later about why she knew her brother. For now, she simply wanted to defeat this arrogant Supreme God who didn't know her place.
"Let's fight!"
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, smooth as a waterfall, her jade-like fingers gripping a blood-stained wooden sword.
With a tearing sound, the space within the room was forcefully severed.
The female immortal and the witch, two fragments of eternal supremacy, rushed into the spatial rift, teleporting to an infinitely distant starry battlefield.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sea of stars was overturned, the laws of the universe collapsed.
A dazzling and awe-inspiring sword light briefly illuminated the boundless dark cosmos.
Millions of stars were split in two.
The surging Milky Way was severed.
"Is this what the mentor called the Path of Immortality?" Krisha stood amidst the dark stars, her staff striking the cosmic void beneath her feet.
Life emerged, and all phenomena were born.
The power of time accelerated everything, eroding the awe-inspiring sword light with an inconceivable infinity.
Then, Krisha stepped forward, twisting all phenomena into nothingness.
"Destruction."
No flashy names.
No elaborate rituals.
The witch's words became law, and the stars shattered in a brilliant display, a force of annihilation targeting the very concept of Xu Moli's existence, aiming to obliterate her at her core.
"Manipulating creation, shifting the stars."
Xu Moli's gaze grew even colder.
She raised her index finger, sweeping it horizontally from left to right, the layers of time and space around her shattering, the fundamental laws of physics twisting and distorting, the constellations rearranging.
This was the ultimate art of life and death.
In an instant, billions of stars were destroyed in the aftermath.
But in the next moment, the shattered starry sea was restored by both Xu Moli and Krisha.
Though this wasn't Earth, it existed in the same universe, and if the battle grew too intense, it might cause unforeseen consequences.
In truth, the female immortal and the witch were already holding back.
In the endless chaos, their true forms calmly observed each other, only using fragments of their consciousness to determine the outcome. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be billions of stars affected, but billions of dimensional realms.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The cold and desolate dark universe.
Today, it was exceptionally dazzling, filled with the sparks of exploding stars.
Explosions, restorations, and then more explosions.
This peculiar spectacle repeated in a cycle, forming an ultimate cosmic wonder, deeply shocking any fortunate observers who witnessed such divine power.
After an unknown period of fighting, both Xu Moli and Krisha realized they couldn't defeat each other.
After restoring the stars one last time, they simultaneously stopped, a silent agreement between them.
"Who are you, really?" Xu Moli frowned, repeating the question she had asked when they first met.
When they had encountered each other in the chaos, she had naively thought they were kindred spirits, but now it seemed things were far more complicated.
"I am Krisha Christina."
"The only disciple of my mentor."
The witch stood amidst the dazzling stars, answering in a calm tone.
This answer clearly shocked Xu Moli.
Her usually icy eyes flickered with unmistakable surprise. She never expected that this Supreme God from another dimension would be her brother's disciple.
Wait.
Was this even logical?
A cultivator of the Path of Immortality teaching a God of Magic? Was that even possible?
Before Xu Moli could make sense of it, Krisha posed her own question: "And you, what is your relationship with the mentor?"
The witch's gaze remained steady.
The answer from the female immortal also took her by surprise.
"I am Xu Moli, the mentor's... younger sister."
What?
The mentor, who was considered the strongest below the gods, possessing peak-level strength in the Holy Domain, actually had a sister who was a Supreme Immortal?
Was this for real?
The two eternal supremes stood in the silent cosmos.
Their eyes widened slightly, staring at each other, both seeing the disbelief in the other's gaze.
They couldn't help but share a similar thought.
"Does the mentor really only have one disciple?"
"Does the mentor really only have one sister?"
Suddenly, the tension between the two supremes dissipated entirely.
In its place was a long, contemplative silence.

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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?"

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?"

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.”