With the complete annihilation of the alien race, the crisis facing the Profound Yellow Realm was finally resolved. Huangfu Yunteng had betrayed the Profound Yellow Realm, and his ending was utterly tragic. He had already been half-mad to begin with, and after being tormented by countless cultivators one after another, he was left scarcely recognizable as human.
After venting their anger, the cultivators separated Huangfu Yunteng’s physical body from his soul. Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) swallowed his body, while Mo Tianxiao collected his soul into the Human Sovereign Banner.
Having dealt with yet another Child of Destiny, Mo Tianxiao gained another ten thousand Destiny Points.
The major surviving forces of the Demon Province returned to their original territories. Everything had to begin anew. The alien race had been eradicated, but the conflicts had not ended.
Many forces had perished in this calamity, and a new round of resource allocation was about to begin.
The Profound Yellow Realm would perhaps enter a brief period of internal turmoil. It would not last long, however. After all, quite a few top-tier forces still retained their foundations and were powerful enough to keep the unrest limited to a small scale.
The demon race had suffered heavy losses during this campaign of aid. Including Feng Jiu and Ao Dalong, only four Saint Realm great demons had survived. The demon race’s Quasi-Emperor, Sun Zhantian, had died in battle.
Of course, the demon race was not the only one to suffer. Aside from Yaochi Heavenly Palace and the Demon Sect, not a single force currently had a Quasi-Emperor in residence. All the top-tier forces had paid an enormous price.
There was a mountain of matters waiting to be dealt with.
It took Mo Tianxiao several consecutive days to barely finish handling the Demon Sect’s countless affairs. He then returned to his cave dwelling, leaving the remaining matters to his junior sisters and the others.
“At last, things have quieted down for a while.”
Mo Tianxiao sat on a stool and poured himself a cup of spirit tea, his expression showing a trace of exhaustion.
As the Demon Sect’s leader—especially at a time like this—there were countless matters requiring his attention. Fortunately, the Demon Sect still had plenty of capable subordinates who could assist him.
“I wonder where Master and the others are now.”
Mo Tianxiao muttered to himself. Then, with a thought, he opened the character interface to check his information.
[Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Peak Saint King Realm
Destiny Rank: Black
Cultivation Method: Devil Emperor Scripture (Ninth Layer)
Artifacts: Nine Tribulations Immortal Origin Sword (Four Seals), Human Sovereign Banner (Damaged)
Secondary Professions: Saint-Level Alchemist, Saint-Level Talisman Master, Saint-Level Formation Master, Saint-Level Artifact Refiner, Puppet Refinement
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art—Hand of Subtle Theft, Immortal Dao Secret Art—Yin-Yang Reversal, Rankless Secret Art—Blood Concealment
Spells and Divine Abilities: Great Annihilation Fist (True Rank), Eight Desolations Soaring Dragon Step (True Rank), Thousand-Sword Net (Dao Rank), Nirvana Sword Formation (Saint Rank), Immortal Dao Killing Move—Five-Finger Fist-Heart Sword (Immortal)
Villain Points: 82,910
Destiny Points: 128,000]
“System, give me one Epic Draw!”
After waiting for so long, he finally had the chance to make an Epic Draw.
As soon as he spoke, one hundred thousand Destiny Points were deducted. The myriad heavens and worlds appeared in Mo Tianxiao’s mind. Countless worlds and planes flashed past, each domain radiating an incomparably terrifying aura. Even the slightest trace of those auras made him feel a chill of dread.
A moment later, an invisible hand reached into the depths of the myriad heavens and worlds, where the aura was most terrifying. It roughly scooped out a mass of dark, terrifying light and hurled it viciously into Mo Tianxiao’s mind.
The next instant, a voice rang out in his mind.
[Draw complete. You have obtained the Primordial Freedom Divine-Demon Method!]
[Primordial Freedom Divine-Demon Method: indescribable, unspeakable, unobservable!]
An incomparably ancient aura surged into Mo Tianxiao’s body and spread through every limb and bone. His meridians, which originally would have taken several years to recover, began healing at an astonishing speed.
Although his cultivation had not changed, his strength had undoubtedly become more powerful and domineering than before.
Not only that, Mo Tianxiao could clearly sense the Imperial-grade Devil Emperor Scripture attempting to resist the cultivation method that had just entered his mind. Yet in the very next moment, it was assimilated until not even a trace remained.
The Primordial Freedom Divine-Demon Method forcefully distorted the Devil Emperor Scripture, which had nearly reached perfection, reshaping it into its own form and merging it with his being.
“What an overbearing cultivation method!”
Mo Tianxiao sensed the changes within his body, and a trace of enlightenment arose in his mind. It was as though something had begun to gestate inside his consciousness.
If he could cultivate the Primordial Freedom Divine-Demon Method to the Initiate Stage, perhaps he could make use of the thing gestating in his mind.
“Could it be the power of laws?”
Mo Tianxiao made a conjecture.
To break through into the Emperor Realm—known as the Dao-Entry Realm by the alien race—one had to comprehend the power of laws. The thing in his mind gave him a familiar feeling. It seemed to be a form of law power.
“Isn’t the power of laws supposed to be comprehended? Could an entirely new law actually be gestated?”
Mo Tianxiao was somewhat puzzled, but he did not dwell on it. It was enough that he did not have to comprehend it himself.
Indescribable, unspeakable, unobservable.
Those twelve concise words summed it all up. They were sufficient to prove that this cultivation method surpassed Immortal-grade spells and divine abilities.
“A cultivation method drawn with one hundred thousand Destiny Points truly is extraordinary.”
Mo Tianxiao sighed inwardly. At present, he was not lacking in methods or techniques. From now on, he had to preserve his Destiny Points carefully and strive to save another one hundred thousand before making another draw.
If he could draw a spell or divine ability on the same level as the Primordial Freedom Divine-Demon Method, its terror would be unimaginable.
Outside the Profound Yellow Realm, in the distant depths of the cosmic starry sky, within an unknown star field—
“Moke is dead.”
A deep, heavy voice rang out from within the star field, echoing across the entire region and reaching the ears of countless clansmen.
“What?! Young Lord Moke actually died? Who killed him?”
“Could it have been those savages? Or the Feather Spirit Race—or human cultivators?”
“A high-grade lower-plane ascension passageway seemed to have appeared in the Void Zone under our clan’s jurisdiction some time ago. If I remember correctly, Young Lord Moke led a group there to invade it. That lower plane was called the Profound Yellow Realm, wasn’t it? It once held a place in the cosmic starry sky as well!”
“How is that possible? How could Young Lord Moke have died in a lower plane? Young Lord Moke was a Quasi-Dao-Entry Realm expert! Even among the younger generation of the myriad races in the cosmic starry sky, he was a prodigy!”
“The cultivators of the Profound Yellow Realm must not be underestimated. Many renowned figures came from the Profound Yellow Realm. The Yellow Springs Celestial Venerable, who vanished while exploring the end of the universe, also came from there.”
“Existences like that are exceedingly rare. Our Shamo Race once produced a cultivator comparable to the Yellow Springs Celestial Venerable as well. But the current Profound Yellow Realm is merely a tiny lower plane. Its strongest expert is only at the Quasi-Dao-Entry Realm.”
“Have you forgotten? Those ascenders from the Profound Yellow Realm previously killed several Dao-Entry Realm experts of our Shamo Race before escaping!”
“No matter what, Young Lord Moke’s death must be avenged! The dignified young lord of the Shamo Race actually died in a lower plane. If word gets out, won’t the other races laugh at us?
“Especially the human cultivators. They have always been at odds with us. Once they learn of this, they will certainly find a way to protect the cultivators of the Profound Yellow Realm after they ascend.
“By then, even if we wish to avenge Young Lord Moke, our chances will be slim!”
Just as the Shamo Race members were seething with fury, a voice rang out from the depths of the star field and reached their ears.
“All members of the Shamo Race, heed this order. From this moment onward, patrol the Void Zones under the jurisdiction of the Shamo Race and constantly monitor for cultivators ascending from lower planes.
“If you discover cultivators from the Profound Yellow Realm, kill them without exception!”
Mo Tianxiao still had no idea that he had already been targeted by the Shamo Race before even ascending.
More precisely, the entire Profound Yellow Realm had been targeted by the Shamo Race.
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
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?"
