The Sword... Abomination?!
Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn’t help but show expressions of horror.
To put it simply, any cultivator who had participated in the Abomination Invasion War three thousand years ago knew exactly what this was!
The Sword Abomination was a monstrous entity that had suddenly descended upon the Great Thousand World three millennia ago.
Its power was so overwhelming that it required the combined efforts of the world’s top cultivators to suppress it.
Even then, countless cultivators perished in the process.
Even Eternal Realm experts fell in battle.
But it wasn’t just its sheer strength that made it terrifying.
The true horror lay in the Sword Abomination’s Rule Power.
Any cultivator caught within its domain would be transformed into a clone of the Sword Abomination!
And each of these clones could grow infinitely!
Once they reached a certain level of power, they would be absorbed by the main body, further strengthening it!
But why?
"We should have eradicated it completely back then..."
Ling Long stared at the scene displayed on the light screen, her eyes filled with shock.
Could it be that some remnants had escaped their purge during that ancient war?
But why? Why had Duan Jiu Jian turned into an Abomination?
Unless...
A terrifying possibility crossed Ling Long’s mind.
She murmured, "Could it be... that Duan Jiu Jian kept a fragment of the Abomination...?"
Back then, they had been certain that the Sword Abomination had been completely wiped out.
But now, this scene could only mean one thing.
Duan Jiu Jian had secretly preserved a piece of the Abomination’s remains.
And now, because of that... the Abomination had been resurrected?!
"Your Majesty..."
An elder from the Ling Long Heavenly Domain swallowed hard as he watched the light screen. "This is the Sword Abomination. Should we dispatch troops...?"
"Fool!"
Before he could finish, Ling Long cut him off with a cold rebuke. "Are you trying to give the Sword Abomination more clones?"
"The more people we send, the more clones it will have, and the stronger it will become."
"That’s a rule we learned the hard way, paid for with countless lives back then!"
"The Netherfrost Sacred Domain is doomed. With so many people on the battlefield... Hm?"
Mid-sentence, Ling Long froze.
Because on the light screen, she noticed something utterly unbelievable.
"The battlefield... is empty?"
Back in the Netherfrost Sacred Domain.
"Keh keh keh... Hahahahaha...!"
"Jie jie jie!!!!"
A grating, crimson laughter, like the screech of blades, echoed across the heavens and earth.
The Sword Abomination slowly stretched its body, a grotesque amalgamation of countless swords.
Its murky eye, embedded in the hilt, swiveled greedily as it surveyed its surroundings.
"Three thousand years... Three thousand years!"
"I have finally... returned to this world!"
Its voice was no longer human, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it.
"Hmm?!"
Suddenly.
The Sword Abomination’s gaze locked onto Su Muwan and Qin Luo, its murky eye flashing with disdain.
"Tch. After three thousand years, is this all the Great Thousand World has to offer?"
"How... disappointing!"
It cackled madly, its blade trembling as crimson mist surged like tidal waves.
"But no matter. Since you’ve delivered yourselves to me, you shall become my first batch of nourishment!"
Without another word, it raised its arm, and a torrent of scarlet sword energy erupted forth!
[Grave of Blades—Open!]
—BOOM!!!
In an instant.
The heavens and earth quaked, and shockwaves rippled through the air.
A massive grave, composed of countless corroded swords, rose from the ground.
Crimson mist spread like a flood, instantly engulfing the land for thousands of miles!
Meanwhile, Qin Luo and Su Muwan exchanged a glance.
Simultaneously, a system notification echoed in their minds.
[Abomination Rule Power detected—Grave of Blades!]
Effects:
Corruption Erosion—All living beings within the Grave of Blades will be eroded by sword intent, eventually becoming clones of the Sword Abomination!
Power Feedback—Every person transformed into an Abomination will strengthen the Sword Abomination!
Weak Perish First—The lower one’s cultivation, the faster the transformation!
"Jie jie jie... Tremble! Despair!"
"All of you shall become part of me!"
The Sword Abomination laughed maniacally, already envisioning Su Muwan and Qin Luo being corrupted by sword intent.
Transformed into his sword slaves, conquering the Great Thousand World in his name.
However—
Its laughter abruptly cut off.
Its murky eye constricted sharply.
"Huh?"
It looked around, the crimson mist swirling violently.
But within the Grave of Blades... there was no one.
Only Su Muwan and Qin Luo remained.
"Where are the others?!"
The Sword Abomination was stunned.
Its Grave of Blades should have instantly corrupted millions of cultivators, turning them into clones to fuel its power!
But now... where were they?!
It had been lying dormant within Duan Jiu Jian’s body, waiting for the right moment.
There had been swarms of people earlier. How... had they all vanished?
The next second.
A mocking voice rang out.
"Tch."
Qin Luo smirked, his lips curling in derision.
"What are you looking for? People?"
He waved his hand, projecting an image of the battlefield below.
The Netherfrost Sacred Domain had long been relocated thousands of miles away, and the allied forces of the Eastern Glory Heavenly Realm...
Had already been devoured by Qin Luo’s Ten Thousand Demon Banner!
"My apologies."
Qin Luo grinned, spreading his hands innocently.
"I cleared the area before you woke up."
"After all..."
His smile deepened with hidden meaning.
"I couldn’t let you reap the benefits for free."
The Sword Abomination: "..."
!!
Its murky eye trembled violently, the crimson mist seething with fury.
What?!
After three thousand years... they’ve already figured out how to counter me?!
"You... dare mock me?!"
It raged! It seethed! It went berserk!
The mighty Sword Abomination, a being that once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Great Thousand World, was now being toyed with by two juniors?!
"Even without those ants, I will crush you beneath my blade!!"
"Pathetic Dominions! What can you do?!"
"Grave of Blades—Activate!!"
—SHING!!!
As its voice fell.
Countless corroded swords shot up from the grave, forming a storm of crimson blades that blotted out the sky, raining down upon Su Muwan and Qin Luo!
"Miss Su, we didn’t get to fight the last Abomination we encountered."
"How about we test our skills against this one?"
"Just a heads-up—the ones we’ll face later will be many times stronger."
Qin Luo smiled faintly as he unfurled the Ten Thousand Demon Banner. A sinister wind howled, and countless vengeful spirits surged forth with ear-piercing shrieks!
Indeed.
He had long foreseen the resurrection of the Abominations.
And his decision to absorb the Eastern Glory Heavenly Realm’s forces to clear the battlefield...
Was precisely because he had predicted the Sword Abomination’s arrival.
Of course, that was secondary. His main goal was to let Su Muwan acclimate to battling Abominations.
After all... this wouldn’t be the last time.
Su Muwan snorted coldly, her crystalline hair fluttering despite the absence of wind as she unleashed the full power of her Primordial Frost.
"A mere Abomination dares to act arrogantly before me?"
With a graceful wave of her hand, frigid energy coalesced into a towering wall of ice, effortlessly blocking the storm of blades!
—BOOM!!!
The clash of scarlet and ice-blue sent shockwaves through the entire cosmos!
Before the luminous screen, countless cultivators stood dumbfounded.
"Holy shit! These two just ascended—how did they already have a counter for the Sword Abomination?!"
"What kind of god-tier foresight is this?!"
"Not necessarily! Maybe they just got lucky!"
"Oh no, oh no… Without nourishment, the Sword Abomination’s power is crippled!"
"Wait—whose side are you on?! Isn’t it good if the Sword Abomination stays weak? The cosmos won’t face destruction!"
"Yeah, but what about my merit points?!"
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?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
【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.)
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.”
