Thick fog spread across the area, and something seemed to be gathering within it until a massive shadow formed. Two scarlet eyes practically pierced through the dense fog, staring intently at Fang Zhiyi.
An oppressive aura rushed over them as if it were a physical weight. All the evil god cultists present fell to their knees one after another.
Fang Zhiyi did not kneel. "Just you? You are far too weak compared to the previous one." His body did not tremble in the slightest. He even walked toward the massive shadow, one step, two steps...
As if sensing Fang Zhiyi's contempt, the evil god grew somewhat frantic. A hoarse screech pierced the mist, sounding like the cry of some nocturnal bird.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Fang Zhiyi cracked his neck. "Come and get it then!"
The evil god paused. An incredibly massive hand slowly reached out. The hand looked like some kind of pitch-black rock wreathed in black smoke, its palm piercing through the fog.
"It is a pity that your opponent is not me." Fang Zhiyi took a step back. Unfortunately, before he could shout the phrase to close the doors and release the dog, Little Hei made its move.
"Do not think I do not know what you were about to say!" Little Hei muttered.
Behind him, Little Hei's body suddenly expanded several times in size, looking like a gigantic squid. Dozens of tentacles shot out. The evil god seemingly never expected such a creature to appear and had its body tightly restrained by Little Hei. That massive hand could no longer advance an inch.
"So that really is the case..." Fang Zhiyi watched the entity struggle continuously. "If I am not mistaken, you must be the true Heavenly Dao of this world."
Hearing the words Heavenly Dao, the evil god stopped struggling, as if it possessed sentience.
"But you truly are the most pathetic Heavenly Dao I have ever seen... Not to mention being overthrown by those false gods, you even ran here to act as an evil god. Are you not embarrassed?"
Another hoarse shriek rang out, and dark energy overflowed.
"It has lost control." Little Hei's voice was very calm. It had dared to take a bite out of a complete Heavenly Dao in the past, let alone this piece of trash before it.
Fang Zhiyi enjoyed watching a monster battle, or rather, Little Hei's crushing victory. Little Hei's fighting style was extremely brutal. Its tentacles flailed wildly, tearing the evil god's massive body to pieces. Little Hei wrapped its tentacles around the fragmented body and stuffed the pieces into its mouth. Only when the evil god was completely swallowed into Little Hei's stomach did the thick fog gradually disperse.
"I think next time I will not tell you the plot, since you can guess it anyway," Little Hei said gloomily.
"Those false gods have been lingering at the edge of this world for a long time. Just as you deduced from those unofficial histories, this world in the past... was exactly like your world. It is just that because their level of civilization was too high, they touched upon some indescribable entities. And those entities, which are those false gods, reached some kind of agreement with the people of that time, leading to an extinction event. It was very chaotic. The final result was that the world rebooted and the Heavenly Dao shattered. Only those false gods got what they wanted."
"The reason this evil god could appear in the Barren Lands is also because it was originally the last fragment of consciousness left by this world's Heavenly Dao... You were completely right."
Fang Zhiyi snapped his fingers. "Please call me the Master of Deduction."
"Do not get too smug. Now, just to prove you were right, you have eliminated the Heavenly Dao. What is the plan next?" Little Hei let out a burp. Although this thing did not taste good, it indeed possessed a thick aura of the Heavenly Dao.
"Can you... eat gods?"
Little Hei froze for a moment. "Do you take me for a trash can?"
"Just asking, just asking." Fang Zhiyi waved his hands repeatedly.
But when he turned around, he saw hundreds and thousands of blank, staring eyes. Even someone as shameless as Fang Zhiyi felt a bit awkward. "Can I help you?"
"You, you... you killed Lord Evil God...?" Xing Bugui said, trembling. He could already feel the energy inside his body receding like the tide. They could not see Little Hei, but they saw the supremely exalted Lord Evil God of their hearts shatter inch by inch in front of Fang Zhiyi. The most absurd part was that Fang Zhiyi just stood there and did absolutely nothing!
It was as if he were the true god.
Everyone else displayed shock and panic. This baffling man before them had actually killed a god! No, he had killed their hope!
"God-slayer!"
"Great, now tell me, how am I supposed to get revenge on those gods? Revenge on that empire???"
Faced with such questioning, Fang Zhiyi was also stunned for two seconds. "How about I go chop off the heads of those ability users for you?"
Instantly, the scene fell dead silent. If anyone else had said this, they would not have believed it, but coming from Fang Zhiyi, they actually kind of believed him.
"I am joking!" Fang Zhiyi also noticed the hope in their eyes. "I am joking, are you trying to work me to death!"
No matter how formidable he was, he could not possibly fight an entire empire alone. His successes up to now were all due to catching them off guard. After all, if these people were all mages, then he was completely immune to magic. But once they reacted, they could easily exhaust him to death just by throwing sheer numbers at him!
The crowd erupted into a chorus of sighs.
Fang Zhiyi, however, remained completely composed. He walked up to the dejected old man. "Zhong Yue, right?"
Zhong Yue raised his eyelids to look at him but said nothing. He inherently disliked killing, so when Fang Zhiyi attacked, he had barely resisted. This resulted in him being one of the few who had not been slapped by Fang Zhiyi.
Seeing his attitude, Fang Zhiyi crouched down and reached out to draw a simple diagram on the ground.
"This thing, can you build it?"
Old man Zhong Yue's gaze fell upon the diagram. With just one glance, he was captivated.
His demeanor quickly drew several people nearby over.
Zhong Yue looked up at Fang Zhiyi in confusion, as if asking what this contraption was good for.
Fang Zhiyi did not answer directly, merely smiling as he said, "If those gods are afraid of you discovering the truth, then we must expose their lies together. When that time comes, that will be your true revenge. By then, you will be pioneers, the pioneers propelling civilization forward."
Zhong Yue froze for a moment. The color gradually returned to his face, and he suddenly stood up and bowed to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi walked toward the next group of people.
"What the gods owe you, what the empire owes you, I can help you take it back. No, I want you to take it back with your own hands."
"Even without the blessings of the gods, relying solely on our own two hands, sooner or later, we can stand as equals with the gods."
As group after group of people stood up, they looked at Fang Zhiyi with burning gazes.
Xing Bugui was utterly dumbfounded. To be honest, the man before him was the most charismatic and inspiring person he had ever seen. He even remembered exactly why these people had believed in the evil god in the first place, yet this man's words inexplicably filled them with a sense of power.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
