Bones, meridians, flesh, cells…
At this moment, they were undergoing an unprecedented, ultimate leap!
Su Yu’s physical body was no longer that of a mortal.
It was not even the body of a Martial Emperor.
This was a higher-dimensional form of life.
Every inch of his skin seemed to contain a terrifying weight capable of crushing the stars.
Every strand of hair could easily rip through the hardest nation-grade metal.
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.
The dim mist in the deduction space seemed to recoil wildly from the simple act of his opening them, forming a vast vacuum around him!
He lowered his head and looked inward at his heart.
Eleven drops of Source Blood.
They floated there in silence, radiating an unparalleled power that was both intoxicating and terrifying.
“Eleven drops…”
Su Yu murmured to himself. His voice echoed through the deathly silent space, carrying the vicissitudes of someone who had seen through the ages.
He sensed the power within his body—the kind that could seemingly crush a star with ease.
Then he did a simple calculation in his mind.
The mass of a single drop of Source Blood was equivalent to ten trillion units of ordinary qi and blood.
Eleven drops of Source Blood.
That made a total of one hundred and ten trillion units of qi and blood!
One hundred and ten trillion!!!
The Abyssal Demon God that had descended at the northern border possessed a basic qi-and-blood level of ten trillion.
Even after donning the Demon God Armor, which could increase combat power tenfold, its maximum burst of strength amounted to no more than one hundred trillion units of qi and blood.
One hundred trillion against Su Yu’s current one hundred and ten trillion.
An absolute gap of eleven times!
This was no longer mere overwhelming superiority.
This was a dimensional slaughter!
It was an adult beating up a child!
What was more, Su Yu also possessed an unparalleled spear intent that had reached the pinnacle of the “Qi Resonance” realm!
If the amplification from martial will were included, even Su Yu himself could no longer estimate the destructive power he now possessed.
“A demon god?”
The corner of Su Yu’s mouth curved into a faint smile.
“Just a slightly larger ant.”
Whoosh!
The deduction space’s allotted time ran out.
The dim world before him shattered in an instant.
Su Yu’s consciousness returned to the real world, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains.
In reality, only a single second had passed.
Huo Zhenshan still wore the same expression as before—tense, expectant, and tinged with a hint of despair.
He was staring fixedly at Su Yu.
Yet at the exact moment Su Yu opened his eyes—
Boom!!!
A terrifying gravitational field beyond description descended without warning, centered on Su Yu!
There was no leakage of qi and blood.
No burst of pressure.
It was simply because the mass of Su Yu’s physical body had become far too great!
So great that even the spatial laws of this world could no longer bear it completely!
Crack! Crack!
The incomparably hard elemental magnetic star-crystal vein beneath Su Yu’s feet instantly filled with spiderweb-like cracks.
The air around him became incredibly thick.
Light itself twisted strangely around Su Yu.
The dense miasma that had lingered over the Ten Thousand Mountains for years without dispersing seemed to have encountered some indescribably terrifying existence. Screaming, it fled wildly in every direction!
“What… what is this?!”
Huo Zhenshan let out a frightened grunt.
The dignified Nation-Guarding Martial Saint, more than eighty years old, actually felt his knees weaken at this moment. The bones throughout his body groaned beneath an unbearable burden!
An instinctive fear originating from the depths of his soul nearly made him collapse to his knees on the spot!
This was not suppression through sheer presence.
This was the absolute crushing force of one level of life over another—the kind of helpless oppression a lower-dimensional lifeform faced when confronted by a higher-dimensional lifeform!
Huo Zhenshan stared at Su Yu in utter horror.
He was clearly still the same eighteen-year-old boy dressed in casual clothes.
His appearance had not changed in the slightest.
Yet in Huo Zhenshan’s eyes, Su Yu now seemed to have transformed into an supreme god seated at the center of the universe, gazing down upon the birth and destruction of galaxies!
That depth. That vastness. That despair-inducing power.
It surpassed everything Huo Zhenshan had ever known in his entire life!
“You… you…”
Huo Zhenshan’s mouth hung open, but he could not even force out a complete syllable.
He felt as though he was about to suffocate.
Just then, Su Yu frowned slightly.
He sensed the abnormality in the surrounding space, as well as Huo Zhenshan’s predicament.
“I’ve increased my power too much. The gravitational field my body produces instinctively has gotten a little out of control.”
Su Yu’s thoughts stirred.
Hum!
The perfected Myriad Forms Origin-Concealing Art instantly began to circulate.
The terrifying vitality within him—amounting to one hundred and ten trillion units—as well as the life magnetic field radiating from the eleven drops of Origin Blood, were perfectly restrained and sealed within his body.
Not the slightest trace leaked out.
Whoosh—
The suffocating gravitational field and distorted sensation vanished without a trace.
The surrounding space returned to normal.
The wind of the Ten Thousand Mountains blew past once more.
Huo Zhenshan felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted. He gasped for breath, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
Using a nearby chunk of rubble for support, he managed to steady himself.
The look he gave Su Yu was no longer merely one of awe.
It was more like the way one would look at a genuine monster!
“Su… Su Yu…”
Huo Zhenshan swallowed, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
“You… you broke through?”
“What realm was that just now?”
What kind of indescribable monster had been created after one hundred trillion in funds had been poured into him?!
Su Yu did not answer Huo Zhenshan’s questions.
Realm?
He did not even know what realm he currently belonged to.
Perhaps he had already touched the threshold of the Martial God realm.
But none of that mattered.
What mattered was that he was now incredibly powerful.
Powerful enough to disregard every rule in this world.
Su Yu slowly raised his head. His gaze passed over layer upon layer of mountains and landed on the distant northern border.
Reflected in his deep eyes was the towering, ten-thousand-meter demon god rampaging above the Abyss-Suppressing Great Wall.
He straightened the slightly wrinkled hem of his casual shirt.
His movements were calm and unhurried.
Then, Su Yu turned around.
He looked at the eighty-year-old Nation-Guarding Martial Saint before him, whose face was filled with shock and whose body was drenched in sweat.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, revealing a confident smile.
That smile carried an absolute composure, as though he were looking down upon all things in the world.
He spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet it possessed an irresistible power.
“Little Huo.”
The moment those two words left his mouth, Huo Zhenshan froze completely.
He was one of the highest-ranking figures in the Great Xia military, a Nation-Guarding Martial Saint who guarded an entire region, and a man over eighty years old.
Yet now, an eighteen-year-old freshman had addressed him to his face as “Little Huo”?
Under normal circumstances, Huo Zhenshan would have flown into a rage and slapped the boy, teaching this ignorant youngster what it meant to respect one’s elders and teachers.
But now…
As Huo Zhenshan heard those words—“Little Huo”—
not only did he feel not the slightest bit of anger…
instead…
A hard-to-describe sense of honor—and sheer justification—welled up within him.
The accomplished are teachers.
In the world of martial arts, strength represented absolute seniority!
The terrifying aura this young man had just revealed—an aura that transcended dimensions—had completely humbled Huo Zhenshan.
Before such an supreme godlike being, his eighty years of life and his cultivation as a Martial Saint truly amounted to no more than the first faltering steps of a toddler.
For him to call Huo Zhenshan “Little Huo” was a mark of favor!
Huo Zhenshan instinctively straightened his back, like a new recruit awaiting inspection from his commanding officer.
He called out loudly:
“Here!”
Su Yu gazed northward, his eyes calm and sharp.
“Let’s go.”
“Come with me to the north.”
“We’re going to kill a god.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
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?"
