The Netherfrost Divine Realm camp.
Black mist enveloped the area.
As the voice of the Heavenly Dao faded,
the sky suddenly split open with a dark rift,
as if torn apart by some invisible colossal claw. A torrent of black mist poured down, instantly swallowing most of the camp.
"ROAR—!"
The roars of savage beasts echoed incessantly. Once-docile spirit beasts now had crimson eyes, bared fangs, and were frantically assaulting the camp's outer defensive formations.
"Qin Luo! What the hell is going on?!"
Su Muwan grabbed Qin Luo's arm, her ice-blue eyes flickering with panic.
She might have been lazing around these past few days, but she wasn’t stupid!
This sudden catastrophe was anything but normal!!
Qin Luo frowned, scanning their surroundings.
Within the black mist, countless twisted figures flickered in and out of sight.
Aside from the savage beasts…
there were also… Abominations!!
What’s happening?
Why are Abominations appearing here?
And in such large numbers?
Could it be that these Abominations were always part of this world?
Only now awakened?
Qin Luo began piecing together his thoughts.
"The Heavenly Dao has altered the rules…"
He muttered under his breath, "Battlefield convergence, Abomination invasion—it seems someone triggered a taboo."
"A taboo?"
Su Muwan blinked in confusion.
"Mn. Like… releasing something that shouldn’t exist."
Qin Luo narrowed his eyes, recalling that hoarse voice in his mind—
[My King… protect the tribe… Won’t you… come see me…]
Snapping back to reality, he grabbed Su Muwan’s hand. "No time to overthink, young mistress. We fight our way out first!"
"Fight?"
Su Muwan tilted her head. "Didn’t you say the War of Faith isn’t about slaughter?"
"Things are different now."
Qin Luo smirked. "If we can’t figure it out, we’ll just smash through everything in our path!"
"One step at a time!"
Before his words fully faded, shadow energy surged in his palm, coalescing into a pitch-black longsword!
He deactivated the formation.
Then slashed forward with a mighty swing.
"BOOM—!"
The blade unleashed a tidal wave of shadows, instantly shredding dozens of Abominations into dissipating mist!
Qin Luo raised an eyebrow.
He’d suspected it before, but now it was confirmed—
His shadow energy seemed to naturally counter these Abominations.
Seeing this, Su Muwan snorted. "Tch, should’ve done this sooner!"
With a flick of her finger, frigid energy erupted.
The black mist within a hundred-meter radius instantly froze, shattering into icy fragments!
"Everyone, listen up!"
Qin Luo’s voice boomed across the camp. "Abandon preaching. Focus all efforts on exterminating the Abominations!"
"YES!"
A thunderous response came from 100,000 cultivators, their battle cries shaking the heavens!
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Meanwhile.
"Captain! These monsters just keep coming!"
The Red-haired Youth roared, sweeping his flaming spear to repel an oncoming Abomination.
Yet more poured from the black mist—faceless, twisted figures, their attacks spewing corrosive black ooze that burned on contact!
"Dammit… What the hell are these things?!"
"They’re not like the Abominations we’ve faced before!"
The Mechanic gritted his teeth, his energy cannon firing relentlessly, barely slowing the onslaught.
Luo Ya’s face was pale, her detection compass spinning wildly as if heralding an inescapable calamity.
"These aren’t ordinary Abominations…"
The Captain’s voice was grim. "They carry another presence…"
"Probably… linked to that skeleton."
"The skeleton?!"
The team’s pupils contracted.
They’d fought their way out from the ice sculpture’s location.
Hearing this, the Red-haired Youth turned to look—
And froze.
"Hey… guys, look behind us…"
His voice trembled. "That skeleton… Is it standing up?"
Everyone whirled around.
At the epicenter of the black mist, where the ice sculpture once stood, a colossal skeleton now rose slowly. Crimson flames flickered within its hollow eye sockets.
This is insane. What’s happening?!
The Captain’s scalp prickled, his voice shaking for the first time. "RUN!"
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The Holy Alliance forces were also under attack.
"Hold formation! Do NOT scatter!"
Tian Zixing commanded coldly, his body radiating starlight. Every flick of his finger obliterated an Abomination.
Alliance cultivators panicked—they’d never encountered such horrors.
Even Supreme Realm experts could turn to withered bones if touched by the black ooze!
"Bai Wuchen! Secure the left flank!"
"Lei Wuji! Where’s your thunder magic? Don’t tell me you can’t handle these pests!"
Tian Zixing’s voice steadied the chaotic ranks like an anchor.
But as he issued orders, his peripheral vision caught a slender figure stumbling toward them—
"H-Help me!"
Lian’s face was ghostly pale, her dress torn by the mist, revealing bloody gashes.
Three Abominations pursued her relentlessly as she staggered forward.
"Whimper… Someone, please…"
Her tearful plea was so frail it seemed she’d collapse any second.
Tian Zixing frowned. In a flash, he appeared before her and flicked his sleeve.
"BOOM!"
Starlight blades annihilated the Abominations instantly.
"B-Benefactor!"
Lian looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Thank you… You saved me again…"
Tian Zixing’s gaze was icy. "I told you to stay in the rear."
"I… I wanted to help…"
She hung her head, fingers twisting her tattered clothes. "But… I’m just… useless…"
Her whisper was so full of self-reproach and sorrow that anyone would soften.
After a pause, Tian Zixing finally said flatly, "Stay close. Don’t wander."
"Mn!"
Lian beamed through her tears.
As Tian Zixing turned back to command, she secretly patted the beast pouch at her waist, thinking:
"Pochi, hang in there. Not time yet…"
"Ugh… I know you’re starving…"
"But these monsters look disgusting anyway…"
Su Bailian rolled her eyes while surveying the horde.
Seriously, she might lack cultivation, but she’d seen worse.
These things? Not even close to that psycho big sister’s aura!
Right, Pochi?
[Woof!]
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Beyond the Myriad Battlefield…
In the Linglong Heavenly Realm.
"Your Majesty! Disaster strikes!"
A Linglong elder rushed into the throne room, clutching a shattered soul tablet.
"The Cloudveil Holy Realm… has fallen!"
"What?!"
The Linglong Empress shot to her feet, phoenix eyes wide.
Her gaze locked onto the Heavenly Dao’s golden leaderboard—Cloudveil’s faith value hadn’t just zeroed out; their name had vanished entirely.
This meant… every Chosen One of Cloudveil was dead!
"Impossible!"
Her voice shook.
Chaos spread among other realms as names on the leaderboard dimmed one after another.
As if some unspeakable horror was reaping the Chosen en masse.
"What in the world is happening?!"
"Something's gone wrong in the Great Thousand Battlefield! Quick, contact our Yizi!"
"The Yizi sent word!! They said... they said evil creatures have appeared in the battlefield!!"
"What?! Evil creatures?!"
This was unprecedented—never before had such a thing happened in the Great Thousand Battlefield!
Evil creatures... inside the arena of the Great Thousand War?!
Just as panic spread among the crowd, the Voice of the Heavenly Dao resonated once more:
["Those above the Dominator Realm may suppress their cultivation to the Dominator Realm and enter the battlefield to exterminate the abominations!!"]
["Those who choose to enter must slay the abominations—or else be trapped within that world forever!"]
The grand hall fell deathly silent.
Wait, wait—what in the world is going on?
First, the Great Thousand War merges, then evil creatures appear, and now... even those without the Mandate of Heaven can enter?!
What kind of twisted Great Thousand War is this?!
The rules keep changing—what is the meaning of this?!
But no matter what...
"Hahaha! Heaven favors me!"
The Radiant Empress trembled with exhilaration, her laughter bordering on manic.
"Su Muwan... this time, I will personally grind your bones to dust!"
With a fierce sweep of her sleeve, she barked her command:
"All Eternal Realm elders—follow me into the battlefield!!!!"
"As you will!"
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?!
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.)
