“We can only risk it. We went through all that trouble to get here—we can’t run now.”
Little Hei looked toward the ghostly aura spreading in from the distance. “Besides, there’s nowhere left to run. A big shot has arrived. We’d better get ready to have Yue Anyao pull us out.”
Black Impermanence approached step by step, his expression savage. The ghost officers surrounding Fang Zhiyi hurriedly moved aside, opening a path.
“We’re done for. I told you we should’ve left right away, but you insisted on trying. Look where that got us.” Little Hei was utterly miserable.
Black Impermanence said nothing. He simply attacked. The chain in his hand seemed to come alive as it shot toward Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi twisted aside to dodge, but the chain turned in midair and wrapped itself around his arm anyway.
“Trying to run?” Black Impermanence’s gaze suddenly shifted to Little Hei.
Little Hei cursed and immediately prepared to open a passage and drag Fang Zhiyi away.
But a sudden “Stop!” made Black Impermanence turn back in confusion.
“Ma Mian, what are you doing?”
Ma Mian’s head finally stopped shaking. He stared cautiously at Fang Zhiyi and Little Hei.
“I’m saying these two can’t be touched.” Ma Mian’s face was full of mystery.
Black Impermanence snorted. “They’re nothing but a pair of worms. They trespassed into the underworld. By law, their souls should be annihilated...” As he spoke, the chain in his hand suddenly erupted with a frigid aura. Half of Fang Zhiyi’s body instantly went numb.
Is Black Impermanence really this powerful? That can’t be right.
Fang Zhiyi immediately grew serious as well. In that previous world, he had been no match for the Golden-Winged Roc, and the matter had depressed him for quite some time. Since he had come here again, he naturally intended to test his strength properly!
Black Impermanence watched coldly as Fang Zhiyi’s body gradually solidified. His opponent seemed to have given up struggling, and the strange black thing beside him also remained motionless.
The next moment, Fang Zhiyi abruptly opened his eyes. His pupils radiated a gentle golden light.
The golden light spread throughout his body. Vitality returned to his frozen form, and the light even forced Black Impermanence’s chain back.
“Buddhist light?” Black Impermanence frowned. “Could you be a disciple of Buddhism?”
Atop Spirit Mountain, Buddha slowly opened his eyes.
“Amitabha... This is truly a rare sight.”
Fang Zhiyi advanced toward the assembled ghosts step by step. The ordinary ghost officers retreated one after another. As ghostly beings, they instinctively feared Buddhist light. Only Black Impermanence continued to stand his ground.
“Even if you are a Buddhist disciple, you still may not violate the rules of the underworld!” With that, the token in his hand suddenly expanded and came crashing down toward Fang Zhiyi.
Ma Mian tried to stop him, but he was far too late.
Yet the Soul-Seizing Command, which could easily shatter a soul, was blocked by Fang Zhiyi. What shocked the ghosts was that the Buddhist light covering his body had vanished, replaced by an extremely violent red demonic aura!
“You...” Black Impermanence was somewhat bewildered.
But in the next instant, Fang Zhiyi vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already floating before Black Impermanence. All Black Impermanence could see was a pair of scarlet eyes.
“You...”
He did not get to finish. A blow struck him in the chest, sending Black Impermanence flying backward. He shot a dozen or so meters through the air before barely managing to steady himself.
“Demonic aura... You really are a...” Before he could finish, he was astonished to discover that the demonic aura surrounding Fang Zhiyi had vanished completely as well.
Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a Demon King looked around in confusion.
“My lord, what is it?” one of his subordinates asked.
“I thought I sensed something just now. None of you felt it?”
“No.”
“Hmm...”
Black Impermanence began fighting in earnest too. His body swelled several times in size, while the ghostly aura around him became almost tangible. The sight was extraordinarily intimidating.
What he had not expected was that the strange fellow now had ghostly aura surging from him as well—and it was even more ferocious than Black Impermanence’s!
Fang Zhiyi raised his head. Both his eyes had turned completely black. Baring his teeth in a grin, he lunged at Black Impermanence once again.
Black Impermanence pulled a mourning staff from his sleeve. The runes on it glimmered with a faint purple light. When it collided with Fang Zhiyi, a tremendous shockwave erupted from the clash of their ghostly auras, blasting all the other ghosts far away.
“Emperor, are you truly going to do nothing?” Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked in his calm voice.
Emperor Fengdu shook his head. “No. Someone else will take care of this.”
Ksitigarbha smiled at that and looked up at the ceiling.
“Alas... If the day ever comes when all the hells are empty, I would truly like to go outside and take a walk.”
Amid the ruins, Black Impermanence pushed himself to his feet. He looked at the opponent across from him, who was barely managing to stagger upright, and suddenly burst into laughter.
The sight astonished the other ghosts. After all, Black Impermanence had never laughed before!
“Interesting. You’re an interesting kid! But haven’t you learned a little too much?” He steadied himself, then slowly drifted toward Fang Zhiyi. “If you can make it back from the Eighteenth Level, I, Fan Wujiu, would like to be your friend.”
Fang Zhiyi raised his head as well, panting heavily.
“The eighteenth level? That’s too far down. I’m not going.”
“Kid, that’s not up to you.” Fan Wujiu looked down condescendingly at him—and at the black thing beside him.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi lifted his head and said, “You know I’ve learned a little bit of everything. How dare you come closer?”
“Hmm?”
In the next moment, a trace of fear flashed through Fan Wujiu’s eyes.
“Heavenly Thunder Edict! Five Thunders, hasten forth! By command!”
This kid knew Taoist arts too? Who on earth had taught him all this?
Lightning, an object of pure yang, was extremely effective against ghosts. Remembering the power Fang Zhiyi had unleashed earlier, Fan Wujiu immediately raised his hands to cover his head and circulated his ghostly aura throughout his body to prepare for the attack.
Yet several seconds passed, and nothing happened.
When he looked toward Fang Zhiyi again, Fang Zhiyi had already collapsed onto the ground.
“I can’t do this anymore. They’re cheating... I can’t use thunder techniques here.”
“Kid, take it up with my mourning staff.” Fan Wujiu’s expression darkened. He raised the mourning staff, and heavy ghostly aura gathered around the powerful artifact. With a swing of his arm, he brought it crashing down.
A crisp clang rang out.
Fan Wujiu stared in confusion at the staff blocking his mourning staff. Why did it look so familiar?
He followed the length of the staff upward—and saw Sun Wukong’s face in front of him.
“What the hell! So it wasn’t a thunder technique—it was spirit summoning?” Fan Wujiu cried out in shock.
Sun Wukong rolled his eyes at him. “Old Black, you’re still the same.”
“I... Great Sage, you... I...” Fan Wujiu was at a loss for words. The memories of being chased and beaten by this monkey all those years ago were still vivid in his mind.
Sun Wukong looked at the fellow lying unconscious on the ground, then glanced at Little Hei.
“They’re old acquaintances of mine. How about giving me some face?”
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
