Shen Yang had just arranged the formation, and Chen Yi learned it with a single glance.
He even already envisioned an improved version in his mind.
But there was no need for such trouble.
He simply followed Shen Yang’s example and deployed the formation again with his own hands. The “Empowerment” and “Formation Master” attributes would naturally enhance its effects.
Chen Yi suspected that Shen Yang’s methods hadn’t detected anything unusual because the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm was hidden too well. Over generations, none of the guardians had ever found the Path to Ascension, which showed how deeply concealed it was.
The Shen family lacked no resources, and Shen Yang casually pulled out another full set of formation materials.
Chen Yi acted with fluid precision, deploying the celestial-grade Heavenly Topography Array even faster than Shen Yang could.
Shen Yang watched, utterly stunned.
“Is that a celestial formation?” Hua Wuyan and the Great Demon also recognized it.
“It truly is a celestial formation,” they said.
Shen Yang was dumbfounded.
“Although I haven’t poured all my effort into formations, I know how much harder it is to reach the celestial level in this path compared to alchemy or artifact crafting. And he’s so young—both a Martial God and a celestial-grade formation master...”
Hua Wuyan smiled kindly.
“Each wave pushes the one before it forward.”
Shen Yang was speechless.
“But this wave defies all reason...”
At that moment, an aura of mystery unconsciously shrouded Chen Yi in everyone’s eyes. His countless inconsistencies made him seem like a visitor from beyond the heavens.
The higher-quality Heavenly Topography Array emitted detection ripples that caused the surrounding space to undulate.
In an instant, the several Martial Gods present all sensed something odd and turned their gazes toward the same direction.
About fifty miles from Chen Yi, there was a region in midair where the evenly spreading detection ripples encountered an obstruction.
It was like water hitting a reef.
The group of flying beings immediately gathered there—Martial Gods in the center, and Martial Saints and Martial Kings arranged around the perimeter.
“This seems to be the place. But how do we open it?” someone asked.
Shen Yang stepped forward again.
“Let me activate a few celestial battle puppets to form a void...”
Before Shen Yang could finish, the Great Demon suddenly let out a roar that startled him.
The mass of pitch-black clouds rapidly condensed into a pale-faced scholar.
The scholar looked handsome and stood tall.
But his expression was twisted, his roars were continuous, and his face was full of murderous intent.
He struck out abruptly. Demonic flames surged, evaporating a layer of seawater below and forming a terrifying eye-shaped depression.
The martial artists on the three islands watched in terror.
“Rumble!!”
The Great Demon punched the juncture between the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm and reality, sending countless spatial ripples spreading rapidly in all directions.
“Crack, crack, crack...”
Spatial fractures spread uncontrollably, like cracks in a spider web.
With the same power, the Great Demon hammered down another punch without any sign of a skill cooldown.
“Open wide!”
A third punch!
Each strike grew stronger than the last.
The residual shockwaves reached the ground, causing waves to surge and the islands to shake violently. Many martial artists standing on the small island’s shore were thrown into the sea, only to be slammed back onto the land by massive waves, leaving them tossed about.
“Is this the power of a Martial God? Just the aftermath shakes the earth so fiercely—truly terrifying!”
“I heard this lord was a demonic cultivator who died long ago. How terrifying would he be if he were alive?”
“A demonic cultivator? If a demonic cultivator this strong existed while he was alive, wouldn’t the human world have been a hell on earth?”
Someone noticed a blind spot.
The Great Demon was this strong and was a demonic cultivator, yet there were few records of him going on a murderous rampage.
In truth, the Great Demon had killed quite a few people.
But he didn’t slaughter indiscriminately—he only killed those who served his purposes.
This wasn’t because he was kind, but because he was in a hurry.
He had no time to run around causing trouble; he only wanted to rapidly increase his combat power, shatter the void, and ascend to the real world.
As Shen Yang fumbled with his props, he watched the Great Demon tear open the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm with three punches, dumbfounded.
The Great Demon glanced at him and snorted coldly.
“Waiting for your slow methods with this ‘path’ and that ‘path’ would take forever!”
Shen Yang was good-natured and didn’t argue. In fact, he even complimented the Great Demon’s punch strength.
A spatial vortex appeared at the point of the Great Demon’s attack.
Unlike spatial passages to other planes, small worlds like the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm or the Stellar Mystic Realm essentially existed in the same dimension as the human world.
So once a gap was opened, a stable channel naturally formed. The world’s laws repaired this very slowly, and closing it required manual intervention.
“The channel is open! All forces, advance!”
Like “Dora Shen,” Shen Yang reached into his storage ring and pulled out a massive jade ladder, spanning it across the spatial gap above the sea.
The 120,000 elite martial artists from various regions of the human world stepped on the waves, weapons in hand, climbed the jade ladder, and charged into the Ancient Wasteland.
“Seize the Path to Ascension!”
“The Path to Ascension belongs to all of us!”
“Kill!!!”
The momentum of the 120,000 martial artists was formidable.
Before joining the battle, their respective leaders had already rallied them. Chen Yi didn’t need to worry about that.
Watching the brave silhouettes of these martial artists, Chen Yi wondered how many of them would survive.
Risk and reward were proportional.
If the Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm could be conquered, the resources within this mysterious region—hidden for countless ages—would naturally belong to these pioneers.
Even the lowest-ranking among them would get a decent share.
As for other forces in the human world, they might not even get a piece of the pie.
Emperor Yongcheng, under the protection of Li Wentian’s forces, slit his wrist, letting his blood drip onto an indescribable fleshy sphere.
The sphere twisted and deformed, taking on the shape of Li Wentian.
Emperor Yongcheng’s lips had turned pale, and his vitality was severely damaged, but he didn’t die.
Li Wentian stared at the gap in the sky and the martial artists rushing in on the jade ladder, his gaze sharp as a torch.
“The Path to Ascension, huh?”
Chen Yi, hearing this, immediately exclaimed.
“What the... No one has even reported anything to you yet, and you already know?”
Li Wentian glanced at Chen Yi, chin held high.
“In the ancient, unverifiable eras, legend says that the Human Ancestor discovered the real world and left behind the Path to Ascension, so future generations could more easily reach that higher world. The Human Ancestor appointed a group of cultivators called the ‘Wasteland Guardians’ to protect the Path to Ascension for generations, preventing other races from coveting it or losing it to some unforeseen problems.
“The original intention was noble. But human nature is greedy and selfish.
“These Wasteland Guardians eventually formed a closed interest group, cast aside the rules the Human Ancestor set for using the Path to Ascension, and claimed it for themselves.
“This seems to have sparked a war of considerable scale.
“All I know is that from the moment these Wasteland Guardians betrayed humanity, the Path to Ascension vanished along with them. I once speculated that the Path to Ascension must have been hidden in some undiscovered small world. And now, it turns out I was right!”
Chen Yi raised a trembling thumb.
“Bro, your knowledge is just too vast. I feel like Old Shen here has wasted his thirty thousand years!”
Meanwhile, Shen Yang had already entered the secret realm and couldn’t help sneezing.
Li Wentian’s eyes blazed with surging battle intent.
“No time to waste. Let’s set out! Today, I will stand in for the Human Ancestor and purge these traitors!”
A gust of wind blew, and Li Wentian vanished without a trace.
Chen Yi looked up, only to see the fading silhouette of Li Wentian at the entrance of the secret realm.
“Now that’s a true master!”
Chen Yi had no doubt that Li Wentian could go toe-to-toe with him at his peak—if he were still alive.
Even among Martial Gods, there were differences in power!
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.”
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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
