Western Nether Abyss, the Soul-Burying Chasm.
Gray-purple miasma flowed through the canyon like a living entity, corroding everything in its path.
A six-member team from the Holy Realm trudged forward with difficulty.
The leader, a violet-robed cultivator, clutched a compass, his voice tense: "Hold on for half an hour more! Once we cross this miasma, we’ll reach the habitat of the Netherbloom!"
"Captain, does this damned place really have Netherblooms?"
At the rear of the group, a young girl gripped her sword tightly, her knuckles turning white. "The ancient texts say even Eternal Realm cultivators never return from the depths of the Soul-Burying Chasm..."
"Can we, mere Sovereign Realm cultivators, really make it...?"
"Silence!"
The captain barked sharply. "The Holy Maiden needs the Netherbloom to survive! Even if we have to sacrifice our lives— Huh?!"
His words were abruptly cut off.
CRACK!!
As terror twisted the faces of the team, the ground beneath them split open like a spiderweb, and thick black ooze surged from the fissures.
In the blink of an eye, five humanoid monsters took shape.
They had no facial features, their torsos covered in writhing veins, each step leaving behind scorched, corroded footprints.
Every cultivator in the Great Thousand Worlds recognized these abominations.
"Malignants! They’re Malignants!!"
The team descended into chaos.
"How?! How can Malignants appear inside a secret realm?!"
"We’re doomed!!"
The captain’s eyes bulged with fury. "Formation! Protect the Holy Maiden!"
But before he could finish—
"ROAR!!"
SCHLICK!
One of the Malignants lunged, its claws tearing through the chests of two cultivators.
Their blood hadn’t even hit the ground before the black ooze devoured it, causing the Malignant’s body to swell.
Then, its gaze locked onto the captain—and the figure at the center of the group.
At this sight, the captain gritted his teeth.
They stood no chance...
"Protect the Holy Maiden!" he growled, steeling himself. "I’ll hold them off!"
"No, Captain! We won’t leave you behind!"
"Go! Now!"
"We won’t! If we go, we go together!"
"Damn it, just—!"
SCHLICK!!
"Guh—!"
The next instant, the Malignant—as if puzzled why these humans weren’t fleeing—rammed its claw straight through the captain’s chest.
"CAPTAIN!!"
His teammates wailed in grief.
"Go... now..."
Blood trickled from the captain’s lips as his life faded.
"Rrrgh..."
After consuming the captain, the Malignant turned its attention to the rest.
The surviving cultivators trembled, their legs refusing to move.
But just then—
A figure emerged from the depths of the miasma.
"How noisy..."
A hoarse voice drifted through the air.
The Malignants froze, their heads snapping toward the sound.
There, stepping forward, was a black-robed young man, holding a dark-purple flower in his hand.
He raised his palm and clenched it—
The five Malignants were instantly crushed into spheres by an invisible force, shrieking as they dissolved into black mist and vanished into his grasp.
What... what kind of technique was this?!
The team’s pupils trembled in shock.
A living person in the Soul-Burying Chasm? And he just annihilated the Malignants like they were nothing?!
Just who was this man?!
And—wasn’t that a Netherbloom in his hand?!
The young man—Xu Tun—glanced at the battered team, his gaze settling on the white-robed maiden at their center.
Her lips were pale, her face weak.
Clearly, the miasma had invaded her body.
"Holy Maiden!"
A team member sobbed, cradling the unconscious maiden before turning to Xu Tun in desperation. "Senior! Please, save her! We’ll pay any price!"
Xu Tun crouched down and pressed the Netherbloom into her chest, dissolving it into spiritual energy that flowed into her body.
Moments later—
"Mmm..."
The Holy Maiden’s lashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened.
The first thing she saw was Xu Tun’s cold, indifferent gaze.
"You... saved me?"
Strangely, she felt no fear.
Instead... an inexplicable sense of peace, even shyness, bloomed within her.
---
After leaving the secret realm...
Western Nether Abyss · Profound Nether Holy Domain.
Inside the Holy Maiden’s palace.
"Senior... would you consider joining our Profound Nether Holy Domain?"
The Holy Maiden—Suo Yunyun—lightly touched her chest, her crystalline eyes fixed on Xu Tun, her cheeks faintly flushed. "With your strength, you could at least serve as a Guardian Elder... which means you’d be my personal protector."
Xu Tun stood by the suspended bridge outside the palace.
He clenched his fist, lost in thought.
Though he had the means to navigate this world alone, his constant devouring would eventually expose his true nature.
Having a Holy Domain as cover might be more effective.
After a pause, he replied flatly, "Fine."
Suo Yunyun blinked, her eyes brightening with joy, her blush deepening. "Ah—my name is Suo Yunyun. May I ask...?"
"Xu Tun."
Suo Yunyun skipped closer, peering up at him curiously. "Senior Xu, how did you end up in the Soul-Burying Chasm?"
Xu Tun seemed uncomfortable with her proximity.
Or perhaps—after being betrayed by women in his past life, and then again in the lower realms when they accused him of being from the Shadow Garden—he had developed a wariness toward them.
He subtly took half a step back. "Cultivating."
Suo Yunyun noticed his distance, her expression dimming slightly.
For some reason, ever since Xu Tun had saved her, she’d felt an odd connection to him—as if fate had destined him to be her beloved.
"By the way, Senior Xu, have you heard of the Shadow Garden? Rumors say a new faction has emerged in the Western Nether Abyss, attacking weaker disciples."
"......"
When Xu Tun remained silent, she continued, "But it’s fine! Such factions are just heretical cults. They’ll surely be crushed by righteous forces."
"......"
"Oh! And recently, the Frostbound Divine Realm has sent envoys to every major world, promoting something called... the Great Net? Spirit Terminals? Ah, I have one too! Senior Xu, do you know how to use it?"
"......"
"Ah! The Jade Heaven Domain just made a Douyin account! Their first post is the Jade Heaven Empress!"
"? Show me."
Suo Yunyun’s eyes sparkled—finally, she’d found a topic he responded to.
---
Three days later...
Northern Profound Frost Realm · Icepeak Holy Domain.
Inside the grand hall, a crystalline table was laden with delicacies and rare spirit wine, its intoxicating aroma filling the air.
"Hahaha! Master Qin, another toast!"
The Icepeak Domain Lord—Han Tianqing—raised his cup with a booming laugh.
A towering man with silver hair and the imposing aura of a Dominator Realm expert, his face was flushed with the warmth of wine—a sensation he refused to dispel, for drinking was his one indulgence.
Qin Luo smiled faintly, refilling his cup. "Domain Lord Han’s capacity is truly admirable."
Beside him, the Shadow Garden’s master of disguise—Thousand Faces—stood in the guise of an attendant, his eyes discreetly scanning the hall’s layout.
Han Tianqing downed his drink and slammed the cup onto the table in delight. "Master Qin, this ‘Spirit Terminal’ of yours is marvelous! To think my subjects in the Northern Profound Frost Realm can now learn of the world’s affairs without stepping outside!"
He waved the latest Daqian edition spiritual device in his hand, its screen playing a trending video from "Douyin · Northern Profound Frost Realm Zone."
"Just a little trinket."
Qin Luo smiled modestly and refilled his cup. "If Domain Lord Han fancies it, I’ll gift your realm another hundred thousand units."
"Excellent! Now that’s what I call generosity!"
Han Tianqing beamed with delight, turning to the elders in the hall and exclaiming, "You hear that? Take notes! This is what vision looks like—Master Qin’s way!"
The elders forced polite smiles, though inwardly, they were uneasy.
Their domain lord had an insatiable love for liquor, and now, thoroughly swayed by Master Qin of the Netherfrost Divine Realm, he was bound to make reckless decisions...
Still, Qin Luo did seem far more amiable than that venomous woman—much easier on the eyes, at least...
As Han Tianqing downed another cup, Qin Luo watched with a faint smile before pouring him yet another.
The plan had begun.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?!
