Won?
Su Yu had actually won?!
More than ten billion viewers stared blankly at the holographic screen, their minds almost incapable of processing what they were seeing.
Before their eyes—
Zhao Kuang, who had come from the Sirius Star System, unleashed the pressure of nine thousand drops of Origin Blood and had even resorted to a minor psychic divine ability…
Now lay sprawled in the ruins of the meteorite iron at the edge of the arena like a dead dog.
His entire body was drenched in blood. No one knew whether he was alive or dead.
At the opposite end of the arena, the eighteen-year-old youth whose publicly recorded strength amounted to only one thousand drops of Source Blood still stood quietly where he was.
His black combat uniform remained spotless. Not even a corner of his clothing had been torn.
He was completely unharmed!
“How… how is this possible?”
At last, someone in the audience let out a dazed murmur.
That murmur was like a spark falling into a barrel of explosives, instantly igniting the entire venue!
“He took the Heavenly Wolf Soul-Devouring Wave head-on?!”
“I heard that attack amplifies psychic power by several thousand times! How could he possibly be completely unaffected?!”
“Is this even possible?!”
“After suffering a psychic shock of that magnitude, even if he didn’t die, his sea of consciousness should have been shattered!”
“Why does he look as though someone merely brushed him with a feather?!”
The uproar soared into the heavens.
Countless prodigies of the younger generation wore expressions of horror. None of them could understand what had just happened.
However—
On the elders’ platforms belonging to the ancient families, several old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years simultaneously sucked in a cold breath.
They had seen far more than ordinary spectators.
“That boy…”
An Immortal Elder from a reclusive sect stared fixedly at Su Yu, his voice unusually hoarse.
“His spiritual sea did not ripple in the slightest during that instant just now!”
The moment those words were spoken, the faces of several patriarchs from the major clans changed dramatically.
Not even the slightest ripple?
What did that mean?!
It meant that Su Yu’s spiritual foundation was far, far stronger than Zhao Kuang’s.
So much stronger that it amounted to an absolute dimensional suppression!
“It’s not merely that his psychic power is vast.”
Another black-hole-level powerhouse shook his head, a look of utter shock flickering in his eyes.
“When faced with Zhao Kuang’s divine ability, he did not counterattack at all.”
“He simply relied on the defensive barrier formed by the passive circulation of his cultivation technique to completely dissolve that violent psychic power.”
“To accomplish something like that…”
The black-hole-level powerhouse swallowed hard before giving a conclusion that made everyone’s scalp prickle.
“Only a black-hole-level cultivation technique can do it!”
“And it would have to be an extraordinarily rare black-hole-level psychic cultivation technique!”
Boom!
That conclusion exploded like thunder from the heavens throughout the viewing areas of the various factions.
A black-hole-level psychic cultivation technique?!
And he was only eighteen?!
His comprehension was monstrous—he had grasped Domain-level spear intent.
His combat strength was terrifying, allowing him to seriously injure an opponent across a ninefold gap in cultivation.
And now, even his psychic power was freakishly powerful?!
What the hell was this monster?!
…
The Ziwei Star, the Lin family’s exclusive viewing area.
Clatter.
The white jade teacup in Lin Yuan’s hand slipped from his grasp without warning and shattered into pieces.
Scalding tea splashed across his violet-gold robes, yet he did not notice it in the slightest.
This peerless prodigy, known as the second-ranked prodigy of the Great Chu Starfield's younger generation, was staring fixedly at Su Yu on the arena.
His usually calm and composed handsome face was filled with undisguised shock and disbelief.
“A black-hole-level… psychic cultivation technique?”
Lin Yuan muttered to himself, his voice trembling faintly with disbelief.
He was stunned.
Completely stunned.
As the only genius in the entire Great Chu Starfield—aside from the imperial family—to have mastered a black-hole-level cultivation technique before the age of ten thousand, he knew all too well how difficult it was.
Just to attain an elementary understanding of that incomplete black-hole-level cultivation technique, he had spent a full six thousand years!
Six thousand years of meditative seclusion!
Six thousand years of walking on the edge of life and death!
And that Su Yu…
He was only eighteen?!
How could he possibly have learned it?!
Even if he had begun comprehending it from the moment he was in his mother’s womb, there still would not have been enough time!
“Impossible!”
Just as cracks were about to appear in Lin Yuan’s Dao heart, an elder from the Lin family suddenly rose to his feet and shouted sternly.
“Absolutely impossible!”
The elder’s face was livid as he loudly rejected the speculations of the surrounding old monsters.
“How obscure and profound is a black-hole-level cultivation technique?!”
“Even if an ancient Realm Lord were reincarnated, it would be impossible for him to master one at the age of eighteen!”
“Not to mention that it is the most difficult kind—a psychic cultivation technique!”
The elder turned around and looked at Lin Yuan, speaking with absolute conviction.
“Young Master, do not let appearances disturb your state of mind!”
“How old is he? There is no reason he could have learned it!”
“In my opinion, that boy must possess some extremely rare special constitution!”
“Or perhaps an unparalleled soul-defense treasure is hidden within his sea of consciousness!”
Several other Lin family elders also chimed in, as though they were desperately trying to convince themselves.
“That’s right!”
“It must be a secret treasure!”
“That attack just now was clearly the treasure’s passive protection mechanism!”
“Only then could it have blocked Zhao Kuang’s attack. Otherwise, with his own strength of just one thousand drops of Source Blood, there’s no way he could have withstood it!”
Hearing the elders’ analysis, the violent tremors in Lin Yuan’s pupils gradually subsided, and his gaze slowly regained its focus.
That was right!
Their explanation made sense!
Lin Yuan drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
“More importantly, Su Yu’s psychic power has shown no offensive capabilities from beginning to end.”
The Lin family elder let out a cold laugh, his gaze sharp.
“He can only passively take hits!”
“There is no way to tell how strong his true psychic power is.”
“So even if his psychic power really is formidable, what of it?”
The elder looked at Lin Yuan, his tone exceptionally certain.
“Without offensive techniques, his psychic power is useless!”
“Besides, Su Yu may simply have mastered some kind of secret treasure. His psychic power may not actually be strong at all!”
“Young Master, your black-hole-level cultivation technique possesses the supreme law of devouring all things!”
“Against him, you still have an absolute advantage!”
“He poses no threat whatsoever!”
“That makes sense.”
Lin Yuan nodded slightly, the gloom in his eyes vanishing without a trace.
No matter how powerful his psychic force was, without offensive divine abilities, it was nothing more than a turtle shell meant for defense. And setting psychic power aside, when it came to facing that Domain-level spear intent alone, Lin Yuan—who possessed the black-hole-level Law of Devouring—was even less afraid.
Having figured this out, Lin Yuan once again regained the lofty bearing of a divine son.
Elsewhere—
In the Zhao family’s viewing area of the Sirius Star System, the atmosphere was utterly bleak.
The Zhao family patriarch slumped in his chair, staring blankly at Zhao Kuang, who lay on the arena with his life hanging in the balance.
He was stunned.
The entire Zhao family was stunned.
“How could this happen…”
The Zhao family patriarch’s lips trembled. He could not accept this cruel reality.
Zhao Kuang had been cultivated with all the resources the family could provide.
He possessed a deep foundation of more than nine thousand drops of Source Blood.
His divine ability had been amplified several thousand times.
Why?
How could he have been killed with a single spear strike without even managing to injure a single hair on his opponent’s head?!
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.
