After arriving in the Primordial Immortal Domain, there were indeed people who knew about the power of laws, but they were not many. At the very least, when Chen Chang'an wielded the power of laws, most people would look at him in shock, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Even prodigies like Ye Beixuan were no exception.
Yet, to his surprise, this Ye Hongtu had recognized at a glance that Chen Chang'an was using the power of the Time Law.
"Brother Chen, you… you’ve actually comprehended the Time Law?" Ye Beixuan asked, his face filled with astonishment.
"Well… I wouldn’t say I comprehended it."
"I already knew it before coming to the Primordial Immortal Domain."
"Is it really that difficult?" Chen Chang'an replied.
Difficult?
Was this even human speech?
This was the Time Law—far more challenging to grasp than ordinary laws. It wasn’t just a matter of difficulty; most people simply had no way of comprehending it at all.
And Chen Chang'an?
He actually claimed he had mastered it before even setting foot in the Primordial Immortal Domain?
Ye Beixuan had heard from Mu Yunhai that Chen Chang'an hailed from the lower realms. Did that mean he had already grasped the power of laws—and such a formidable one as the Time Law—while still at the Quasi-Emperor realm, or even before?
Suddenly!
Ye Beixuan’s expression twisted as realization struck him. "That technique you used earlier when we were traveling… it couldn’t have been…"
"Correct. The Space Law."
After receiving Chen Chang'an’s confirmation, Ye Beixuan nearly choked on his breath, almost fainting on the spot.
Are you even human?
Not only did you master the Time Law, but you also grasped the Space Law?
No wonder Chen Chang'an’s speed while traveling had been so absurdly fast—it wasn’t just an illusion, he was literally moving through space!
"Don’t be so shocked. I’m just this outstanding—can’t help it, born this way."
"You can’t envy me even if you tried."
"Now, let me figure out who these people really are."
Chen Chang'an turned his gaze toward Ye Hongtu and his companions. Their eyes were filled with both shock and confusion.
They couldn’t fathom how someone at the peak of the Immortal King realm could possess such overwhelming power.
Even if the power of laws was formidable, how could someone with such low cultivation unleash such might?
Could the power of laws truly allow an Immortal King to effortlessly dominate an Immortal Venerate?
"Forget it!"
"I don’t feel like asking. I’ll just extract their memories directly."
"Let’s start with…"
"You."
Chen Chang'an smirked and immediately reached out to perform a soul search on the nearest person.
But just as he was about to do so, he noticed that none of them showed any fear or panic. Instead, they looked completely at ease—unnervingly confident.
What was going on?
"Hmm?"
"You… don’t have a soul?"
Soon, Chen Chang'an understood why they were so relaxed. Without a soul, how could he perform a soul search?
But why didn’t they have souls?
Chen Chang'an was baffled. Without a soul, how could they behave and function exactly like normal people?
The soul was of utmost importance—without it, weren’t they just walking corpses?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"Trying to extract our memories? How laughable."
"That trick won’t work on us," Ye Hongtu sneered.
"No soul!"
"They actually have no soul?"
"I know now!"
"I know who you are!"
"You… are the Demon Race!"
Ye Beixuan realized it, and so did Da Huang and Little Earthworm.
"Big Bro!"
"Members of the Demon Race have no souls. It’s said that from the moment they’re born, they offer their souls to the Demon Lord. That’s why every Demon Race member lacks a soul from birth," Da Huang explained solemnly.
The Demon Race!
How could it be them?
Hadn’t Chen Tian already annihilated the Demon Race?
Even the Demon Realm had been transformed into the current Immortal-Demon Secret Realm. So why were members of the Demon Race suddenly appearing again?
"That bastard Chen Tian couldn’t even wipe them out properly."
"Da Huang, if the Demon Race has no souls, how do they possess self-awareness?" Chen Chang'an frowned.
"Though Demon Race members offer their souls to the Demon Lord at birth, the Demon Lord grants them Demon Cores—a substitute for a soul, of sorts."
"A Demon Core isn’t a true soul, but it allows them to retain consciousness. Essentially, all actions of the Demon Race are controlled by their Demon Cores."
"The Demon Race is extremely united, and I suspect it’s because of these Demon Cores. Every member obeys the Demon Lord without question."
"Because the Demon Lord is the one who truly controls the Demon Cores."
After hearing Da Huang’s explanation, Chen Chang'an nodded, finally understanding the peculiar nature of the Demon Race.
"Did the Demon Lord not die?"
Chen Tian destroyed the Demon Realm, yet he didn’t kill the Demon Lord? And even left behind so much trouble? Enough to push the Ye Family into a deadly crisis?
"That… no one knows for sure whether the Demon Lord died back then."
"After all, Chen Tian ventured into the Demon Realm alone, and it ended with the realm’s destruction."
"But what exactly happened inside the Demon Realm? No one knows."
"All we know is that from then on, the Demon Realm vanished completely from the Primordial Immortal Domain," Ye Beixuan added.
"Ignorant humans!"
"Let me tell you—our great Demon Lord will never die!"
"Even that despicable Chen Tian back then couldn’t truly eradicate him!"
"This time, our Demon Race has returned to exact vengeance, to annihilate your human race and wipe out the entire Primordial Immortal Domain!"
"Just wait. The day our Demon Race army marches into the Primordial Immortal Domain again will be the day your human race meets its end!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
"None of you will survive. Every last one of you will die!"
Ye Hongtu’s face twisted into a maniacal grin as he laughed wildly, as if his own life meant nothing to him.
From his words, Chen Chang'an gleaned one crucial detail—the Demon Race was no longer in the Primordial Immortal Domain. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said they would "march into the Primordial Immortal Domain again."
Did that mean Chen Tian hadn’t exterminated the Demon Race entirely? Had some escaped to another dimension or world?
"That bastard definitely did this on purpose."
Given Chen Tian’s capabilities, Chen Chang'an refused to believe he couldn’t have wiped out the Demon Race completely.
That bastard must have deliberately left this mess for him to deal with.
Could this be related to the future Hu Tianjiao had foreseen?
Did the Demon Race truly possess the power to destroy the entire Primordial Immortal Domain?
"Brother Chen, if the Demon Race has already begun targeting us, could they have…"
Ye Beixuan was deeply worried—had the Demon Race already made a move against the Ye Family?
"I understand."
"Kill them. Then we head straight for the Ye Family!"
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.”
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...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
