Has he gone mad?!
Has the Lord of the Netherfrost Sacred Domain truly lost his mind?!
Every Sacred Domain across the Eastern Splendor Heaven was shaken to its core.
This is utterly absurd!
Annihilating the Flame Domain was one thing, but to dare declare a Sacred War against the other Sacred Domains of Eastern Splendor Heaven?
Even if our Eastern Splendor Heaven is the weakest among the realms, are we truly to be disrespected to such an extent?
Do you, a single individual, truly believe you can challenge all our Sacred Domains?
Are you courting death?
Netherghost Domain · Yellowspring Palace
With a sharp crack, the soul pearl in Ghost Nether King’s hand shattered into dust—proof of his fury.
"A single challenger against all of us?"
"A mere ant from a speck of land dares to be this insolent? Have we, the Lords of the Great Thousand Worlds’ Sacred Domains, truly been looked down upon? Heh heh heh…"
"This Sovereign shall see for himself whether your Netherfrost Sacred Domain can withstand my Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts’ Devouring Souls!"
Below, one of the Twelve Ghost Generals stepped forward hesitantly. "My King, should we wait for the other Sacred Domains to make the first move—"
"Silence!"
Before he could finish, Ghost Nether King’s icy gaze bore into him. "What nonsense! Do you think this Sovereign fears some upstart Sacred Domain Lord?"
"Pass down my decree!"
"Move the Netherghost Domain forward!"
"We strike first!"
"While they’re still weakened from their battle with the Flame Domain, this Sovereign will seize their fortune before anyone else!"
……
……
Not only was Eastern Splendor Heaven in turmoil—
The news had spread to the other realms as well.
A mere insect from a minor world, ascending and daring to wage Sacred War against the entire Eastern Splendor Heaven?
This was unprecedented!
Yet, it did nothing to deter them from watching the spectacle unfold.
And as if this battle were of extraordinary significance—
A peculiar viewing window inexplicably appeared in the skies of every major world.
[Countdown to the Sacred War: 1 Hour]
This only deepened their astonishment.
After all, never before in history had such a live broadcast manifested across the skies of the Great Thousand Worlds.
Moreover—
The major powers of the Central Heaven Sacred Realm had also received word.
They had initially paid no mind to the newly risen Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
With the Great Thousand Worlds’ War looming, that was their true focus.
A minor Sacred Domain from a backwater land was hardly worth their attention.
But now—
Their gaze had fully turned toward this fledgling force.
Linglong Celestial Domain.
High above, a colossal crystal palace floated in the sky.
Within, the Celestial Empress Ling Long sat upon her throne, her deep eyes fixed on the projection before her—the countdown to the Sacred War in Eastern Splendor Heaven.
"Netherfrost Sacred Domain… Su Muwan…"
Ling Long murmured softly, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
"Your Majesty, what are your thoughts on this matter?"
A silver-robed elder standing below asked respectfully.
Ling Long smiled faintly, her voice as clear as a mountain spring. "A newly ascended Sacred Domain from a minor world, daring to wage war against the entire Eastern Splendor Heaven… How intriguing."
Her gaze swept over the countdown, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Though Eastern Splendor Heaven is the weakest of the Great Worlds, it is not so easily shaken."
"This Su Muwan… has piqued my curiosity."
"Shall we dispatch envoys to Eastern Splendor Heaven, Your Majesty?"
The elder inquired cautiously.
Ling Long shook her head. "No need. This battle… we need only watch."
"The old monsters of Eastern Splendor Heaven are not so easily dealt with."
"If Su Muwan truly stirs the storm, then she will be worth our attention."
"If not… well, her actions will be nothing more than a clown’s performance."
With that, she clenched her fist.
Staring at the projection, her heart grew heavy.
This was the very world where Xu Tun had resided—now ascended in its entirety. Yet why could she no longer sense his presence?
If he were dead, the soul lamp on her end should have extinguished.
But it hadn’t…
Which meant he still lived.
Yet if he lived, why couldn’t she feel him?
Sigh.
How can I find you?
Now, with the surge of malevolent entities, all my plans have been thrown into chaos.
Tianji Sacred Domain.
A massive celestial disc hovered in the sky.
Beneath it, the Lord of Tianji Sacred Domain, Tianjizi, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air as if divining fate.
Suddenly, his fingers paused. His brow furrowed.
"Eastern Splendor Heaven… Netherfrost Sacred Domain… Su Muwan…"
He slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of confusion within. "Strange. Why can I not deduce this woman’s destiny?"
Rising to his feet, he gazed up at the celestial disc, his expression grave. "This woman… is no ordinary figure."
"Every time I attempt to delve deeper into her fate, I encounter resistance. To push further would risk damaging my own cultivation."
"Master, should we send scouts to Eastern Splendor Heaven?"
A disciple stepped forward, bowing.
Tianjizi shook his head. "No. Her destiny is shrouded in mystery. Interfering rashly may invite disaster. We shall observe and wait for the Great Thousand War to begin."
At this moment, nothing was more important than the Great Thousand War.
No matter how bizarre the situation, they could not act recklessly!
But—
If Eastern Splendor Heaven truly fell to this newly ascended Sacred Domain, then he would have no choice but to take the Netherfrost Sacred Domain seriously.
Especially…
His eyes shifted to the projection that had appeared in their domain.
Never before had such a thing existed.
Where did it come from?
……
……
"Brother Luo, we did it! Thanks to your method, we’ve hacked into the Great Thousand Network of the other Sacred Domains!"
"All the live feeds are now broadcasting across them!"
Little Ke, seated atop a floating disc, excitedly showed Qin Luo the live streams from the other Sacred Domains.
Frostpeak Tower.
Inside the expansive laboratory they had established—
"Good."
Qin Luo smiled as he observed the various projections before him.
From the reports of Li Mingyuan and Little Ke, he had learned that the Great Thousand Worlds also possessed a signal network similar to that of the minor worlds—though it adhered to the rules of the Great Thousand Worlds.
Yet, aside from their Netherfrost Sacred Domain, none of the other Sacred Domains had developed such a network.
Or perhaps, even if they knew of it, they lacked the means to utilize it.
Thus, Qin Luo had an idea—
If the minor worlds could hack into others’ networks, why couldn’t they do the same to the Great Thousand Networks of the Sacred Domains?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
【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.)
