The world fell into silence, save for the howling of the sinister wind.
The terrifying might of the Shadow Court utterly crushed the pride of the Sacred Alliance's forces.
The Weeping Ghost alone suppressed the battlefield, while the Shadow Generals slaughtered all in their path.
Under the Spirit-Sealing Domain, the alliance's cultivators were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless to resist.
The Radiant Empress slumped to the ground, her once-proud Eternal Realm body now riddled with gaping wounds from the erosion of shadow energy.
Han Shuangyue knelt, tears streaming down her face.
Her elder brother, Han Tianqing, had been turned into a puppet by the Shadow Court, while Xing Wuhen, the lord of the Starry Divine Palace, had been reduced to nothing but dust.
Each of them was consumed by helplessness and despair, convinced there was no escape.
Yet... at this very moment, someone unexpectedly stepped forward.
Everyone raised their heads to gaze at the distant figure cloaked in icy-blue light, their emotions in turmoil.
A thought spread like wildfire among the alliance's cultivators.
Indeed, this person had once single-handedly held off all their lords.
So it was only natural she could endure until now.
Suddenly—
"Lord Su!"
A elder from the Blazing Heaven Sacred Domain cried out hoarsely, "Save us! You're the only one who can stand against the Shadow Court now!"
"Yes! Lord Su! We were blind before!"
"We beg you—suppress these demons!"
Pleading voices rose one after another.
Even the Radiant Empress gritted her teeth and looked up, her eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness.
Did she hate Su Muwan?
Absolutely.
Because of Su Muwan, her Radiant Heaven Domain had lost thirty thousand years of fortune.
Her hatred for Su Muwan ran bone-deep.
But...
Glancing around, the only one still standing with any strength left... was Su Muwan!
At this realization, the Radiant Empress finally cast aside her pride and whispered,
"Su Muwan... this empress... begs you just this once!"
As the cries for help echoed, faint golden starlight began drifting toward Su Muwan.
This was—the power of faith!
The next moment—
"Hmph."
From high above, Qin Luo—hidden behind the Weeping Ghost's mask—let out a cold laugh, his voice as harsh as the winds of the underworld. "A pack of beaten dogs, pinning their hopes on their enemy?"
He slowly raised his hand, and shadow energy surged like a tidal wave, the pressure of the Spirit-Sealing Domain intensifying once more.
"Su Muwan, do you really think you alone can turn the tide?"
The Weeping Ghost's crimson eyes gleamed behind the mask as he stared coldly at her. "No matter how strong your Frostflame power is, it cannot freeze the darkness!"
Su Muwan stood unmoving, her crystalline hair flowing without wind.
She surveyed the scene—
The once-arrogant lords of the Sacred Alliance were now in utter disarray.
The cultivators who had once clamored for her death now looked at her with desperate pleas.
A mocking smile curled at her lips. "So now you come begging?"
"Where was this humility earlier?"
Yet in the next instant, her gaze sharpened.
"Still... I accept your plea!"
As she recalled the taunts hurled at her in her past life, she glared at the Weeping Ghost and declared, "A bunch of cowards hiding in the shadows like the Shadow Court dare act so arrogantly before me?!"
With that—
BOOM!
Frostflame energy erupted violently. Su Muwan took a single step forward, and the ice around her shattered, transforming into countless floating blades.
"Today, I'll show you all—"
"What true invincibility looks like!"
"Arrogant fool!"
The Weeping Ghost sneered and swung his arm—
[Eternal Night Veil: Soul Devourer]
In an instant, countless shadowy tendrils, thick as pythons, surged toward Su Muwan, each carrying a corrosive force capable of eroding souls.
"Pathetic tricks!"
Su Muwan flicked her finger, and the Frostflame energy condensed into a towering wall of ice.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The shadow tendrils crashed against the barrier, sending ice shards flying—only for the wall to regenerate instantly.
Their clash was blindingly fast, splitting the sky in two—
One half was a devouring darkness, the other a frozen wasteland.
"Su Muwan! Your Frostflame has its limits!"
The Weeping Ghost suddenly grinned savagely and spread his arms—
[Shadow Creation: Thousand-Soul Godslayer Array]
HUMMM!
Within the domain, countless shadow creatures shrieked in unison.
Their bodies twisted and merged, forming a colossal shadow titan, ten thousand feet tall, with six arms wielding blades.
Each strike tore through the void, descending upon Su Muwan with overwhelming force.
"Not good!"
Su Muwan's pupils contracted as she unleashed the full might of her Frostflame core. A glacial Great Wall erupted from the earth.
CRASH—!
The titan's blades came down, shattering the ice.
Su Muwan coughed up blood, a thin trail dripping from her lips.
Despite her immense power, the Weeping Ghost's shadow constructs and domain suppression had pushed her to the brink.
The onlookers, who had briefly dared to hope, now watched in despair.
"Lord Su... can't hold on?!"
The alliance's cultivators turned ashen.
It made sense—Su Muwan was only at the mid-stage of the Sovereign Realm. Surviving this long was already a miracle.
Defeating this monstrous new faction was nothing short of delusional.
But then—
"Everyone!"
A clear voice suddenly rang out.
They turned to see Qin Luo (still in disguise), clutching his chest, shouting with effort, "The Shadow Court's domain suppresses individual power! But if we all lend our laws to Lord Su, we might stand a chance!"
"What?!"
"Lend our power... to Su Muwan?"
The lords exchanged uneasy glances, torn.
Yet as the shadow titan advanced, the Radiant Empress finally roared through gritted teeth, "Fine! This empress will trust you once!"
She unleashed the remnants of her shattered golden lotus, sending a pure strand of law essence toward Su Muwan.
"I'll join!"
"Count me in!"
In an instant, dozens of law energies surged like reversed galaxies, all pouring into Su Muwan.
As mentioned before—once one reached the Sovereign Realm, they could devour others' law essences to strengthen themselves!
And now, dozens of willingly offered law sources were being absorbed by Su Muwan's Frostflame core!
This... was also part of Qin Luo's plan.
HUMMMM!
"What is this...?!"
Su Muwan felt her power skyrocketing.
Her Frostflame core, after merging with the others' laws, evolved to the next stage!
Frostflame Ascension!
She looked up at the Weeping Ghost, a glint of amusement in her ice-blue eyes. "Now... it's my turn."
[Frostflame: Eternal Ice Age]
BOOM—!
Su Muwan spread her arms, and an azure halo expanded across the entire domain.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The shadow titan froze mid-motion, its body rapidly encased in ice from the feet upward.
"What?!"
Behind the mask, Qin Luo "panicked," desperately trying to resist with shadow energy—but it was too late.
BOOM!
The azure halo swept through, shattering the Eternal Night Veil like glass.
Sunlight bathed the land once more as the Shadow Generals shrieked, dissolving into black mist and fleeing.
"No—! Impossible!"
The Weeping Ghost "raged," his form flickering into nothingness.
Before vanishing, he stared fixedly at Su Muwan, his voice hoarse as he rasped, "Su Muwan... darkness will devour everything. We... will meet again!"
Whoosh!
The shadows dissolved completely, and the world returned to clarity.
The brilliance of frost! The annihilation of darkness!
Su Muwan—had done it!
The battlefield fell into silence.
The allied cultivators stood frozen, as if waking from a nightmare.
After a long pause, someone finally whispered, trembling, "Did we... win?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
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!
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?!
