Pah!
Shameless!
How dare you call yourself a god?
Just because you're tall and big, you think you're a god?
A bit too narcissistic, don't you think?
"Are you the Tree God?"
"So, in the Primordial Immortal Realm, all trees must obey you?"
"Then why are you hiding deep under the sea?"
"Gods... don’t dare to show themselves?"
Hearing Chen Chang'an's slightly mocking tone, the Tree God didn’t seem bothered.
"I... was born at the dawn of the Primordial Immortal Realm."
"I came into existence alongside it."
"Do you still think it’s wrong for me to call myself the Tree God?" the Tree God asked with a smile.
A being that existed alongside the Primordial Immortal Realm?
"You’re not going to tell me you’re the one who nurtured all life in the Primordial Immortal Realm, are you?" Chen Chang'an asked, amused.
"Yes, and no."
"Aside from the three races—humans, demons, and fiends."
"However, even these three races initially grew by absorbing my energy before they flourished to their current state."
That impressive?
Chen Chang'an gave the Tree God a skeptical look. "Then how did the three races come to be?"
"Did they just pop out of thin air?"
At this, the Tree God fell silent for a moment before replying, "The demon race appeared first, followed by the fiend race."
"As for humans, they were the last to emerge, yet they developed the fastest and most rapidly."
"As for how they came to be... during that time, I was in a deep slumber and don’t know the details."
"As for why I’m here—this has always been my home."
"What you see now is where I truly belong."
"I’ve existed here for... an immeasurable amount of time."
An immeasurable amount of time?
As a being that coexisted with the Primordial Immortal Realm, shouldn’t it have the power to leave this place?
Why does it feel like it’s bound here?
"Are you imprisoned here?" Chen Chang'an asked.
Imprisoned?
"You could say that."
"If I can’t leave, then it’s no different from imprisonment," the Tree God replied calmly.
"You’re so powerful—can’t you take human form?" Chen Chang'an pressed.
Demons could assume human form after reaching a certain level of cultivation. Even a little earthworm like Xiao Qiuyin was born with that ability.
Given how long the Tree God had lived—far longer than the demon race—how could it lack such a skill?
Faced with Chen Chang'an’s doubt, the Tree God sighed. "I nurtured the Primordial Immortal Realm, but in doing so, I suffered greatly."
"Though now, neither humans nor demons draw energy from me anymore..."
"The damage was done long ago. My foundation was ruined, and I... am nearing the end of my life."
The end of its life?
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an frowned. If the Tree God wasn’t lying, it was vital to the Primordial Immortal Realm.
If it died, what would happen?
"If you die, what will become of the Primordial Immortal Realm?" Chen Chang'an asked, his brow furrowed.
"If I perish, the Primordial Immortal Realm will be affected—but to what extent, I cannot say."
"How can I save you?"
Save it?
The Tree God seemed surprised by Chen Chang'an’s offer. Why would he want to save it?
Since its creation, the world had only ever taken from it—never given anything in return, never offered help.
And now, this stranger, after hearing just a few words, wanted to save it?
"You can’t save me."
"I’ve lost my Life Origin Energy."
"Your power... isn’t enough."
Life Origin Energy?
What was that?
Did his own Life Law count as Origin Energy?
Thinking this, Chen Chang'an placed his left hand on the Tree God’s trunk and channeled his Life Law energy into it.
The Tree God trembled faintly, clearly startled by the strength of Chen Chang'an’s power.
"To think... at just the peak of the Celestial Immortal Realm, you’ve already grasped Life Origin Energy."
"However... I sense that your Life Origin Energy is incomplete."
"As you are now, you cannot save me."
The Tree God’s voice held no sorrow or joy, but it was softer than before—perhaps in gratitude.
Hearing this, Chen Chang'an stopped transferring energy.
It seemed that unless he found the missing fragments of the Life Law, saving the Tree God was impossible.
"How much time do you have left?" Chen Chang'an asked.
"Ten years."
Ten years?
That little?
Chen Chang'an had assumed that, as a godlike tree, even if it was dying, it would still have tens or even hundreds of thousands of years left.
Yet it had only a decade.
"Fine. Within ten years, I’ll return."
"By then, I’ll save you," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
As he spoke, he suddenly felt the Tree God’s gaze upon him, as if deep in thought.
"Why?"
"What do you want from me?" the Tree God asked, puzzled.
Want something?
Chen Chang'an hadn’t actually considered that.
"There are people in the Primordial Immortal Realm I care about."
"I don’t know what your death would bring."
"But even if there’s only a one-in-a-billion chance it could harm those I love, I won’t take that risk."
"Rather than saying I’m saving you, it’s more accurate to say I’m saving you for their sake."
Hearing this, the Tree God laughed.
"I see. You’re a good man."
"If you save me, I won’t let your efforts go unrewarded."
"I will repay you," the Tree God said solemnly.
"Mm. People often say that."
"I really am a great guy."
"Oh, one more question."
"Why does being in the Pristine Sea feel so comfortable? And what’s with that strange energy here?"
"Also, why are there no living creatures in such a pleasant place?" Chen Chang'an asked curiously.
"It’s because of my presence that no life dares to exist in the Pristine Sea."
"The energy you feel also comes from me. It purifies the heart and cleanses the soul."
"Only those with good intentions find it soothing. The wicked... would only suffer here."
"Different people, different experiences."
Huh?
A good-hearted person?
Him?
That... seemed a bit too far-fetched.
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?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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?"
