Inside the God-Binding Coffin, it was pitch black and bone-chillingly cold. The four Immortal Kings previously captured by Gu Changyuan were tightly bound to the coffin walls by icy chains, their limbs completely immobilized.
The spiritual energy around them was thoroughly sealed by the chains, rendering them unable to move or circulate their cultivation methods to train.
They could only suffer through nearly a century of torment in endless darkness and solitude.
From their initial frantic struggles, to their subsequent silent resistance, and finally to their numb anticipation, the four Immortal Kings waited in the boundless darkness.
They waited for the Imperial Court to send someone to rescue them, waiting for an opportunity that might never come.
Moreover, for over sixty years, the man who had captured them had never appeared again.
But today, the space within the God-Binding Coffin suddenly lit up.
The sealing formation patterns flickered violently at this moment, and a brief fissure appeared in the space.
Three new figures appeared before the four Immortal Kings.
When the four Immortal Kings saw the insignias of the Imperial Court Heavenly Guards, they froze.
Soon after, upon faces that had been numb for nearly a century, brilliant, heartfelt, and almost manic smiles bloomed.
Someone had come. The Imperial Court had finally sent someone, and they had sent the Heavenly Guards—the Imperial Court's most elite force directly under the Immortal Emperor. They could finally leave this hellhole.
Lord Heavenly Guard! You have finally come to save us!
Lord Heavenly Guard, we have been locked up here for nearly a hundred years, please save us!
However, the three newly arrived Immortal Kings could not smile at all right now.
Starting from the sudden flash of light in the God-Binding Coffin, their bodies had been dragged by a tyrannical and irresistible force, plunging into this boundless darkness and crashing onto this cold, hard ground.
Seeing these four Immortal Kings, the three newcomers finally came to a sudden realization.
They finally understood why these four Immortal Kings had been wandering the Jiuxiao Realm for nearly a century without returning to the Imperial Court to submit their mission. It turned out they had been captured and reduced to prisoners here.
Yet, their hearts were filled with doubt and horror. Over the years, they had checked the traces of the four Immortal Kings multiple times, and the feedback always indicated that the four Immortal Kings were still active in the Jiuxiao Realm.
Their auras were stable, showing no signs of being imprisoned.
To think the other party could simulate the auras of the four Immortal Kings, and do so with such lifelike accuracy.
To even deceive the Imperial Court's detection methods—this level of strength was truly terrifying.
Just who exactly was this person?
To possess such formidable power in a lower realm where the laws of heaven and earth suppress a cultivator's strength, and to be able to subdue so many disciples with top-tier physiques, what exactly was his goal?
Before the smiles on the four Immortal Kings' faces could last long, the sound of chains echoed in the darkness.
Chains instantly wrapped around the three newly arrived Immortal Kings, locking them securely. Their spiritual energy was sealed in an instant, and their limbs were immobilized, reducing them to the same plight as the four Immortal Kings.
Seeing that even the Lord Heavenly Guards were bound by chains, the smiles on the four Immortal Kings' faces instantly froze. Their joy was extinguished like a basin of cold water being poured over them, vanishing without a trace.
The ecstasy on their faces was gradually replaced by astonishment, which was then overshadowed by deep despair.
The implication could not be more obvious. These Lord Heavenly Guards had also been captured by that man.
The four Immortal Kings looked at each other, seeing the despair in one another's eyes.
Nearly a century of waiting had brought not rescue, but fellow inmates to share their imprisonment.
If even the Heavenly Guards were captured, was there truly any possibility of them escaping?
Just as the four Immortal Kings were lamenting their miserable lives in their hearts, Gu Changyuan entered from the outside.
Seeing the tearless, bitter expressions on the faces of the four Immortal Kings, Gu Changyuan could not help but mutter inwardly:
Seriously, I caught three more companions for you so you wouldn't be lonely in this pitch-black coffin, so why the bitter faces?
Truly ungrateful.
Gu Changyuan's gaze fell straight onto the Heavenly Guard bound by chains.
The Heavenly Guard raised his head, his eyes full of ruthlessness and unyielding resolve. Glaring fixedly at Gu Changyuan, he gritted his teeth and said:
I will not tell you anything!
Gu Changyuan did not even reply. He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed his palm at the Heavenly Guard's forehead.
The Heavenly Guard felt his sea of consciousness being forcibly pried open by an unreasonably tyrannical force.
Gu Changyuan had no patience to waste words with the other party; directly extracting his memories was the most convenient method.
Because as an Imperial Court Heavenly Guard, his mind had been implanted with a memory seal set by Immortal Emperor Tianheng, which was vastly stronger than the seals on the other four Immortal Kings. Consequently, Gu Changyuan increased the intensity of his divine sense.
The Heavenly Guard instantly felt a severe pain in his head, causing him to involuntarily let out a heart-wrenching groan:
Ahhhhh!
It did not take long for all of the other party's memories to be thoroughly extracted by Gu Changyuan, transforming into an orb of memory light that floated above his right hand.
The Heavenly Guard gradually recovered from that bout of intense agony, panting heavily.
He raised his head and saw the orb of light in Gu Changyuan's hand, his pupils suddenly contracting.
His memory seal had been personally set by the Immortal Emperor, specifically designed to prevent Heavenly Guards from having their intelligence extracted after falling into enemy hands.
Because the Heavenly Guards knew far too much.
But this man had not only broken it, he had broken it with such ease.
Gu Changyuan's divine sense probed into the light orb, and a massive amount of information unfolded in his mind.
This Heavenly Guard's codename was Chengluan, and the Immortal Emperor Tianheng he directly served under had the codename Zhenyue.
As a direct Heavenly Guard of Immortal Emperor Zhenyue, Chengluan still knew some core information regarding Zhenyue's abilities.
The Great Dao that Zhenyue primarily cultivated was the Mountain Dao, and his areas of expertise were defense, suppression, and trapping enemies. He could summon the Immovable King Domain, using himself as an anchor to completely lock down the heaven and earth within a radius of a thousand miles.
Within this domain, space could not be torn apart, time could not be accelerated or decelerated, and all attempts to distort the laws would be forcefully suppressed.
The laws themselves would remain, but they would be pressed back into place by a tyrannical force, rendering them unable to be mobilized or manipulated.
If one wanted to use the power of laws within the Immovable King Domain, their mastery of laws would have to surpass that of Zhenyue.
In addition, Zhenyue's physical body was incredibly formidable.
A single palm strike from him could condense the power of mountains. Anyone struck by his palm would have the circulation of spiritual energy within their body instantly stagnate, and their power of laws would be briefly sealed.
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.”
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?"
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
