【Oh? Didn’t you say you didn’t need any items? Why turn back now?】
【If there wasn’t a limit on items, I bet he’d try to carry the whole train car with him】
【He’s chickening out】
【LMAO you can practically feel the old man shaking through the screen】
【60 Sanity is no joke…】
……
Faced with the barrage of teasing comments, Nine Nether Venerable snorted coldly and ignored them.
He equipped himself with a warding copper coin, an incense stick for dispelling evil, a box of matches, and a Mind-Soothing Pill, steadying his nerves before setting off again.
What does 60 Sanity mean?
No matter who you are, you’d start seeing threats everywhere, jumping at shadows.
Hallucinations and phantom whispers would creep in.
Your mental resilience would plummet.
Take Nine Nether Venerable, for example.
As he walked through the desolate village at night,
he’d hear eerie murmurs in his ears, or ghostly hands suddenly reaching from the shadows to grab his ankles, or an icy breath brushing against his neck…
Of course, these were just illusions caused by his low Sanity—something the live-stream audience couldn’t see.
All they saw was an old man stumbling around like a fool, flinching at nothing.
“Hmph… So this is all it takes to stop you lot from clearing the stage? Pathetic!”
Nine Nether Venerable kept up his tough act.
Strangely, the floating comments mocking him now felt like sustenance for his spirit.
At least they made him feel less alone.
The entire Fengmen Village was pitch black.
Only scattered moonlight illuminated the path ahead.
Under the mottled shadows, a figure sat by the doorstep of a house, seemingly washing clothes.
“Human… or ghost?”
Nine Nether Venerable jolted.
This time, he noticed the comments could see the figure too.
Some things are terrifying when seen alone,
but when witnessed by many, the fear lessens.
To prove his fearlessness, Nine Nether Venerable mustered his courage and grabbed the figure’s shoulder.
With a rip,
the “person” tore in half.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a person at all—but a grotesque paper effigy!
Its hollow eyes bore into him, sending chills down his spine.
And in the washing basin…
A burial shroud soaked in bloody, rotting filth!
Scenes like this were nothing new to Nine Nether Venerable.
But now, under the influence of the Fear-Soul Binding Array, his breath grew ragged.
Fear was magnified a hundredfold!
“It hurts…”
A ghostly moan slithered into his ears.
“So… much… pain…”
Nine Nether Venerable turned to see the torn paper effigy—now with glowing red eyes and a sinister grin—crawling onto his back.
His body felt like lead, utterly paralyzed.
Helpless, he could only watch as the paper creature slowly, methodically, began pulling his arm apart.
“Ah… AHHH!!”
Agony tore through him as he screamed.
Then—
The effigy vanished. His wounds sealed as if never there.
Another hallucination.
The comments erupted in laughter.
【LMAO, old man got wrecked by illusions】
【Take the damn pill already! Your Sanity’s in the gutter!】
【Can’t save those who won’t listen】
【Hurry up and heal, or you’ll die before the real horror starts】
【Light the damn lantern first—your Sanity’s unbearable】
【Yeah! I wanna see the Ghost Immortal-level event!】
After the mockery, Nine Nether Venerable finally grasped the truth: low Sanity meant hallucinations.
“Hmph! Just illusions. This venerable one fears nothing!”
He popped a Mind-Soothing Pill into his mouth.
“Since you’re so eager to see me take it, here you go!”
As his Sanity slowly climbed, so did his courage.
“All this spooky nonsense—I expected more!”
Puffing out his chest, Nine Nether Venerable marched toward the village’s central landmark: a massive ancestral hall.
The comments flooded with warnings to light a lantern first.
He scoffed.
With his Sanity nearly full, fear had evaporated. He was desperate to prove himself.
“A lantern? Who needs that? Watch me expose this evil’s true form before my Sanity drops again!”
Back straight, hands clasped behind him, he strode forward.
Then—
Mist surged from all directions like a tide.
Even with 90+ Sanity, primal dread gripped him.
A spine-chilling sensation crawled up his back, hairs standing on end.
From the fog came the shrill cry of a suona.
Then, eerie drumbeats, synchronized footsteps, and soul-shaking chants—so haunting even the viewers felt uneasy.
Nine Nether Venerable bit his tongue, forcing composure.
“Who… Who dares play tricks!?”
Unbeknownst to him, his Sanity was plummeting—one point per second.
Before he could react, the mist split open.
A procession of white-clad pallbearers emerged, their bamboo hats dripping, faces ghastly pale with hollow black eyes.
Eight rotting corpses carried a black coffin, atop which sat a ghostly figure with claw-like fingers and eyes colder than the abyss.
Opposite them, a red-clad wedding party:
Maids with blood-red talismans on their foreheads, lips split to their ears, necks twisted with strangulation marks.
A crimson bridal sedan hovered inches off the ground, its curtain lifted by a corpse-blue hand, black miasma oozing out.
White for death. Red for marriage.
A clash of funeral and wedding—a three-zhang-high surge of malice.
Even viewers outside the array shuddered.
The comments exploded.
【Red-White Collision right off the bat!?】
【Holy hell, old man hit the jackpot!】
【WTF, I’m not even in the illusion, but my back’s freezing… Ghost Immortal-tier horror!】
【His Sanity’s nosediving! Back to 60 already!!】
【Red-White Collision + Ghost Immortal difficulty—if he doesn’t piss himself, it’s a win.】
Nine Nether Venerable’s breath grew ragged.
The stench of rot mixed with sickly-sweet perfume. Red petals and funeral paper swirled in the air.
He’d seen Red-White Collisions before.
But never with this suffocating pressure.
It wasn’t just the sealed cultivation or crumbling Sanity…
Even at his peak—no, even if he broke through another major realm—
would instantly be crushed into a pulp by the crimson and pale ghostly heads on either side!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
