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?!"
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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?"
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?!
