Boom!
At the brink of life and death, golden blood suddenly trickled from Chen Mo’s right eye.
The True Sight Pupil breached its critical point, and the flow of time slowed to a crawl in his vision.
He saw the shadowy threads coiled around Ye Qingmei’s neck, the pulsating energy veins around the monk’s wrist, the swirling qi vortex in the Taoist nun’s dantian... and the barely perceptible fissure where all the beams of light converged.
He saw it!
He SAW it!!
"Now!"
With his last ounce of strength, he hurled his tactical knife.
Crack!!
The blade pierced the fissure with pinpoint precision, and the entire cage of light trembled violently.
For the first time, Ling Yu’s face twisted with shock and fury.
"Attack!"
The Taoist nun reacted fastest, her lifebound flying sword streaking toward the fissure like a comet.
The others unleashed their deadliest techniques—Buddhist radiance, venomous gu, thunder spells—colliding at the fissure in a dazzling aurora.
Amid the storm of energy, Ling Yu’s body began to disintegrate.
Yet his splitting lips curled into an eerie smile. "Congratulations. You’ve earned the highest honor."
Whoosh!
After uttering those cryptic words, Ling Yu’s form dissipated into the air.
The oppressive pressure vanished.
Thud! Thud!
The dozen or so survivors slumped against walls or collapsed to the ground.
Even the aloof female sword cultivator wore an expression of hard-won relief.
Only those who’d lived through it knew how brutal this battle had been.
The monk cast a Calming Heart Mantra, then eyed Chen Mo—who was checking Ye Qingmei’s injuries—with newfound interest. "Fellow Daoist, you can see through illusions?"
"Care to join our Great Radiance Temple?"
"Uh..."
Chen Mo’s eyelid twitched as he forced a smile. "N-no thanks."
"Heh, that’s the spirit!"
"Not bad, pretty boy."
The Miaojiang girl sauntered over and clapped his back. "Come to our tribe instead!"
"Ahem... What about White Eyebrow Mountain?"
The Taoist nun jerked a thumb at herself. "The whole mountain’s full of nuns!"
The cool-faced sword cultivator watched the scene from her perch, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
For some reason, she felt an unexpected warmth in this moment.
Chen Mo declined each offer, then suddenly frowned. "Wait—why are you all here?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
The Miaojiang girl clasped her hands behind her head. "The Alliance sent a distress signal for this location."
"I came to evacuate people."
"Then I found you fighting that monster."
Thud.
Chen Mo’s heart skipped a beat.
The monk nodded. "Amitabha. Yet the Alliance’s enforcers are conspicuously absent."
The Taoist nun shrugged. "Typical Alliance inefficiency. Could’ve at least sent someone."
No... This is wrong...
While the others complained, Chen Mo stood frozen, his face draining of color.
They didn’t understand what an Alliance distress signal meant.
But he knew.
This... this was the monster’s trap all along!
Now that he thought about it—why had the monster held back against him?
It wasn’t playing with its prey.
It was...
Chen Mo’s hollow gaze swept over the dozen survivors.
Waiting for them to arrive.
And the survivors weren’t random—each was a top genius from their factions.
Why? How?
Then he remembered Ling Yu’s final words:
[Congratulations. You’ve earned the highest honor.]
That phrase...
"Run..."
His voice was a whisper.
Ye Qingmei leaned closer. "Chen Mo? What’s wrong?"
"RUN! NOW!"
Grabbing her wrist, Chen Mo screamed at the group, panic shredding his voice: "IT’S A TRAP! GET OUT!!"
The night-cloaked arena froze mid-breath.
Before his echoes faded, the ground spiderwebbed with cracks—oozing shadowy tar that coiled around ankles.
The Miaojiang girl’s gu insects turned to ash on contact. The Taoist nun’s hovering sword shrieked. The monk’s golden bell shield shattered. Everyone stood paralyzed.
BOOM!
Twenty-four obsidian pillars erupted, their dragon carvings weeping blood from crimson eyes.
The Blood Asura’s colossal blade cleaved through the void, its gore-drenched edge dripping a sealing array.
Hui Ming’s black Buddhist radiance vomited a tide of shadows, imprinting each victim’s terrified face onto the pillars.
Ling Yu’s fragmented mirror-body reassembled, each shard reflecting Qin Luo’s weeping demon mask.
...
...
When the Abyssal Dragon’s roar crushed down from the clouds—its bone-wings hurling survivors like ragdolls—the Shadow Faction’s collective aura had condensed the air into lead.
Every survivor stared, minds blank.
What...
What IS this?
But this wasn’t the most terrifying part.
The most terrifying thing was...
These ferocious, masked humanoid monsters, each wearing differently shaped masks, suddenly...
dropped to one knee in unison, kneeling atop the dark golden pillars.
Their heads bowed low as they knelt in perfect unison, facing one direction as if welcoming a supreme being.
Who... could it be?
The next second.
Boom!
Under the despairing gazes of everyone present.
The void split open with a crimson rift.
Qin Luo stepped forth, treading upon the wailing souls of the dead.
His suit, reshaped by flowing shadowfire, became a long-tailed coat.
His weeping ghost mask bore molten lava-like patterns, cracks running through it—his left eye a light-devouring black hole, his right eye flickering with eerie glacial flames.
Thud!
With every step he took, skeletal hands of tormented souls reached up from beneath to lift him, while the ground beneath him formed screaming faces in relief.
Until he finally took his seat upon the shadow throne that Ling Yu had long prepared for him...
"The farce ends now."
"I... grow weary."
His voice echoed like the whispers of a billion lost souls, dark torrents surging with his words, instantly sealing the movements of all the Chosen Ones.
Absolute rule descended upon this place.
"All hail the Shadow King!"
Amid the unified cries of the shadow faction,
everyone’s consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.
And yet, at the docks, the morning sun rose as scheduled.
Joggers hummed tunes as they stepped over puddles.
As if nothing at all had happened that night.
[Congratulations, Master, for completing the hidden quest]
[Performing the "dog-walking" act on more than 15 Chosen Ones in one go]
[Critical hit reward obtained: Attribute Points—200]
[Title acquired—"Rule-Breaker": When equipped, the wearer can ignore special rules!]
[Item obtained—"Oblivion Scythe": All currently held tools and weapons have been fused into one (details can be [expanded])]
[Reward obtained—"Maybe You’d Like to Try This" (Special Item)]
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
