In stark contrast to Qin Luo's gentle high-tech approach to pioneering, the methods employed by the other Holy Alliance forces could only be described as brutal.
Lei Wuji of the Nine Heavens Holy Domain stood atop thunderclouds, crackling with electricity as he looked down upon a trembling primitive tribe below. A violent ball of lightning gathered in his palm as his voice boomed like thunder:
"Kneel before me and pledge your faith to the Nine Heavens Holy Domain! Or else—"
Boom!
The lightning ball crashed into a lake beside the tribe, instantly vaporizing the water and leaving behind a scorched lakebed split by jagged fissures.
With a sinister grin, he sneered, "This is your fate!!"
The tribal elder trembled as he prostrated himself, his people following suit—though their eyes burned with resentment, they had no choice but to kneel.
"W-we beg the mighty god to spare us… We shall worship the Nine Heavens Holy Domain!"
Lei Wuji snorted in amusement before tossing down a lightning-inscribed stone tablet. "Recite the scripture daily—defiers will be annihilated!"
This was something all "veteran players" brought with them before setting out—a tool to spread faith and harvest devotion points.
"Yes…"
Elsewhere, in a valley, Yan Li of the Blazing Heaven Holy Domain ignited a crimson flame at her fingertips, reducing an entire forest to ashes.
"See this? This is the fate of those who defy the gods!"
She stepped over charred remains, her voice icy as she addressed the survivors. "From this day forth, you shall worship the Blazing Heaven Holy Domain!"
Having participated in countless Great Wars across the cosmos, they had long mastered the shortcuts to obtaining fortune, virtue, and faith.
For these ignorant natives, slaughter was far more effective than enlightenment.
Bai Wuchen of the Frost Sky Holy Domain was even more direct.
He froze an entire river solid, wiping out a village that depended on it for survival.
"Stubborn fools."
"The faith of the weak is worthless."
With indifference, he turned to the allied forces behind him. "To the next tribe—slaughter any who refuse to kneel."
In just three days, the newcomers learned the cruel laws of this world.
The natives were nothing more than tools for generating devotion points.
After all, they were mere illusions in the river of time—killing them carried no weight.
Provide faith, and you live.
Refuse, and you die.
The people and events here had already been erased from history eons ago. Now that they had been manifested anew, none of these projected natives were seen as human.
And yet—
Their thoughts drifted to the Netherfrost Divine Domain.
But…
"Hahaha! Today’s haul was great! Another tribe assimilated!"
"Indeed, our Holy Domain’s faith points have surpassed a hundred. If we push harder, we might even earn some divine blessings this time."
"As for the Netherfrost Divine Domain… pfft, they probably don’t even know how to intimidate the natives!"
They were certain the Netherfrost Divine Domain was floundering in chaos.
After all, first-time participants in the Great War could never match the ruthless efficiency of seasoned players like them.
......
Meanwhile.
High above the miniature world, Qin Luo stood hand-in-hand with Su Muwan, both treading upon the clouds.
"Miss, it’s your time to shine."
He gestured toward the revitalized world below, transformed by their construction team.
Everywhere, brick houses rose from the ground.
Paved asphalt roads stretched in all directions.
Were it not for the dense spiritual energy and towering ancient trees, one might mistake this for a modern urban world.
With the combined systems of Xiao Ke and Li Mingyuan, plus the aid of a hundred thousand workers, reshaping a miniature world had been effortless.
Su Muwan pouted. "Do we really need statues? Feels a bit weird…"
"It’s a necessary condition."
Qin Luo explained seriously, "Look, there's also a mascot standing in front of McDonald's."
"What's McDonald's..."
Su Muwan muttered, but suddenly her eyes lit up. "It's okay to set up statues, but you have to be included too!"
Before Qin Luo could react, the extremely cold power in her palm surged, and in an instant, the ice crystals all over the sky condensed into two hundred - meter - tall colossal statues.
On the left was the heroic figure of her standing proudly with a sword in hand, and on the right was the gentle appearance of Qin Luo with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
The palms of the two statues faced each other, and a golden light circulated at the place where they seemed to be clasped.
It turned into the six characters "Those who believe in the Nether - Cold will gain eternal life".
"That's right!"
Su Muwan clapped her hands proudly. "Perfect!"
Boom!
The moment the statues landed, the power of faith surged in like a tide.
[Faith value + 5000]
[Faith value + 10000]
All the natives in the small world looked up at the same time and witnessed the scene of the "two gods descending into the world".
Since the ice sculptures were infused with the power of faith, all the believers of the Nether - Cold Divine Realm, no matter how far away they were, could see these two statues in a corner of this world.
They knelt on the ground, crying with tears in their eyes, "May the Nether - Cold Divine Realm always protect our clan!"
At the same time,
A vast and profound voice resounded again in the Great Thousand Battlefield.
[The Nether - Cold Divine Realm has successfully spread its teachings to the first small world.]
[Faith value + 100,000!]
...
...
In the main hall of the Linglong Heavenly Realm.
"Your Majesty, the Golden List has been updated!"
The elder held up the Heavenly Dao light curtain with a trembling hand.
The Linglong Empress lazily took a sip of tea. "What's the rush? It's only been three days. By now, most of the Sacred Realms have only accumulated a few hundred faith values at most..."
As she was speaking,
Her voice suddenly stopped.
Because right in front of her,
There was the latest ranking on the Golden List.
[Heavenly Dao Golden List · Real - time Ranking]
Nether - Cold Divine Realm (Faith value: 300,100)
Cold Sky Sacred Realm (Faith value: 800)
Nine Heavens Sacred Realm (Faith value: 300)
...
...
...
Snap!
The teacup in Linglong's hand shattered into pieces.
"Three... three hundred thousand?!"
???
No!
Is this reasonable?
She suddenly stood up, her pupils dilating in shock. "This is impossible! How could they have accumulated three hundred thousand faith values in just three days?!"
"Quickly investigate! What kind of evil sorcery did the Nether - Cold Divine Realm use!"
“Hurry up and contact the chess pieces in the battlefield!”
...
...
The Nether - Cold Divine Realm got three hundred thousand faith values in three days.
Calculated, that's one hundred thousand believers a day?
No way!
Are you kidding me!
All the Heavenly Mandates of the Allied Sacred Realms were stunned.
They stared at the updated Golden List, their faces twitching.
This...
What kind of means did they use?
Bai Wuchen watched this scene with a cold and icy expression, and the people around him swallowed their saliva nervously.
This...
How can we still play this?
After a long time,
Bai Wuchen gritted his teeth and said menacingly, "It doesn't matter. Even if they're lucky enough to be a bit ahead of us now."
"But... when the Divine Battle begins, their faith will ultimately belong to us!"
When everyone heard this, they thought it made a bit of sense.
After all...
They all turned their gazes to a certain Heavenly Mandate who had been closing his eyes and resting since three days ago.
This person was the biggest trump card of their alliance!
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
【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.)
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?"
