The pillar of light from Jun Mukong was a profound silver.
Around the pillar, the void was frantically twisting and tearing apart.
Pitch-black spatial rifts spread out like spiderwebs, revealing the chaotic nothingness within.
These rifts constantly appeared and healed, as if countless invisible hands were tearing at this heaven and earth.
The pillar of light from Jun Anshi, on the other hand, was transparent.
Around her pillar, time seemed to freeze.
The falling leaves, the dust kicked up by the shockwaves, the birds flying by—all of them were suspended in mid-air, completely motionless.
Within the pillar of light, faint phantoms of flowing years could be seen, as if one could glimpse fragments of the past and the future.
The commotion caused by the two of them was simply too massive.
So massive that across the ten peaks of the Heaven and Earth Holy Land, all the disciples stopped what they were doing and looked up towards the direction of Tianyuan Mountain!
The disciples who had been cultivating were jolted awake by the terrifying fluctuations.
Those who were sparring stopped simultaneously, turning their gazes to the pillars of light piercing into the clouds.
Those handling chores stood frozen in place, staring at the awe-inspiring scene, speechless for a long time.
Gu Changyuan slowly propped himself up, resting his feet casually on the armrest of his lounge chair, his right arm resting on his thigh, supporting his head with his right hand.
He looked at the two pillars of light in the sky with great interest, a flash of understanding passing through his eyes.
Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, his brow twitched slightly, and a wisp of his divine sense instantly probed into his storage space.
Inside the storage space, endless mountain ranges of resources rolled on and on.
Gu Changyuan's divine sense swept through quickly, finally finding an abandoned spiritual plant in an inconspicuous corner.
A single spiritual plant.
The spiritual plant was about the size of a palm, entirely light purple, with leaves as thin as cicada wings, faintly emitting a seven-colored halo.
This was something he had obtained by chance in the Ruins of Disorder, named the Twin Fortune Lotus.
This thing had a heaven-defying effect—it could instantly increase the spiritual energy concentration in an area and summon brief auras of the Great Dao to aid the cultivation of cultivators within that area.
But it had an extremely harsh condition: it had to absorb origin awakening spiritual energy.
And this kind of spiritual energy would only appear when a top-tier physique awakened.
Moreover, it required two compatible strands of origin awakening spiritual energy to exist simultaneously.
After all, there were countless spiritual plants that could increase spiritual energy, so there was no need to obsess over this highly demanding Spacetime Symbiotic Grass.
Although its effects were top-notch, piling up a large number of ordinary spiritual plants could achieve or even surpass its effects, so Gu Changyuan had not paid much attention to this item.
Time and space.
They appeared to be two independent attributes, seemingly unrelated.
But this was not the case.
Time and space were fundamentally two sides of the same coin; they complemented each other and neither could exist without the other.
Their origin spiritual energies were a perfect match, exactly meeting the activation conditions for the Spacetime Symbiotic Grass.
Therefore, the spiritual energy contained in these two pillars of light had a high probability of meeting the requirements of this item.
With a thought from Gu Changyuan, a stream of spiritual power wrapped around the Twin Fortune Lotus.
Then, he gently tossed it toward the very top of the two pillars of light.
The Twin Fortune Lotus slowly flew high into the sky, flying higher and higher, finally reaching the highest heavens where the two pillars of light intersected.
Suspended between the two rays of light, it began to frantically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy.
The origin awakening spiritual energy contained in the two pillars of light surged continuously into the small lotus pedestal like two mighty rivers.
The lotus pedestal grew brighter and brighter.
Finally, it reached a critical point.
Boom!!!
The Twin Fortune Lotus instantly exploded.
An incredibly powerful ripple of spiritual energy rippled out madly in all directions with it at the center.
In an instant, it covered the entire Heaven and Earth Holy Land.
Then, boundless spiritual energy poured down from the highest heavens.
The spiritual energy was so dense that it almost condensed into a liquid.
It fell from the sky, sprinkling across every inch of land in the holy land!
The spectacular nature of the scene was enough to rival the two pillars of light.
Within the holy land, countless disciples looked up, their eyes filled with awe as they watched the almost liquid spiritual energy descending from the heavens.
Is this... a spiritual rain?!
No! This isn't an ordinary spiritual rain! This is the sweet dew of the Great Dao!
Heavens! I've cultivated for decades and have never seen such a sight!
Some sharp-witted disciples reacted immediately, sitting cross-legged right away, operating their cultivation mantras, and beginning to frantically absorb the spiritual energy falling from the sky.
Seeing this, the rest of the disciples quickly followed suit.
Soon, across the entire holy land, tens of thousands of disciples were sitting cross-legged in unison, entering a state of cultivation!
On Tianyuan Mountain, in the back mountains.
Gu Changyuan watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
And high up in the heavens, the two most quintessential drops of liquid slowly fell under the guidance of his divine sense.
They landed precisely on the glabella of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, instantly melting into their bodies.
The bodies of the two shuddered simultaneously, and the auras around them skyrocketed once again.
An hour later.
The two pillars of light slowly dissipated.
But the cultivation of Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi did not stop.
The disciples across the entire holy land also did not stop.
A night quietly slipped away in cultivation.
The second day.
The morning sunlight spilled over the spiritual pool in the back mountain.
Jun Anshi's eyes were the first to flutter slightly.
A few crystal-clear drops of spiritual liquid still clung to her long eyelashes, refracting seven-colored light in the sun.
She slowly opened her eyes.
In that instant, her pupils were purple-gold.
That purple-gold was profound and dazzling; just a single glance made one feel as if they were being sucked into the endless river of time.
But soon, the purple-gold faded, returning to a normal black.
Jun Anshi blinked, feeling the power within her body that was completely different from yesterday, and a smile slowly curled on her lips.
The space trembled slightly, as if responding to her will.
Is this... the power of the Chrono Dao Physique?
Her voice was very light, yet it carried a trace of irrepressible joy.
Nearby, Jun Mukong also opened his eyes.
His pupils also displayed an anomaly the moment he opened them.
It was a profound silver-gray, as if harboring an endless void.
As his eyes opened, space could faintly be seen twisting and folding within his gaze.
A few breaths later, the silver-gray slowly faded away.
Jun Mukong took a deep breath, feeling the surging spatial power within his body, and a smile similarly appeared on his lips.
After the two completed their awakening, their entire temperaments underwent an earth-shaking transformation:
Jun Mukong shed his previous immaturity, gaining a bit more steadiness and domineering aura, with a faint spatial coercion lingering around him.
Jun Anshi remained agile and vivid, but gained a bit more gentleness and profundity, possessing an elegant and refined temperament.
Their cultivation realms stepped directly into the Nascent Soul stage in one stride. Along with the increase in their cultivation bases, their appearances also underwent slight changes.
Their originally outstanding looks were now even more handsome and breathtaking.

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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”