Before a mysterious chamber.
Shadow reported the latest developments to Long Aotian in a grave tone.
"What?!"
Long Aotian's expression twisted with fury as he stared at Shadow in disbelief. "You're saying demonic creatures and anti-demon weapons have appeared in Linhai City?!"
"And they attacked Leng Ling'er and her group?!"
"Leng Qingqiu has already ordered the lockdown of all major families?!"
"Who? Who gave the order to act?!"
Shadow lowered his head. "This subordinate does not know."
Damn it!
Long Aotian then turned his murderous gaze toward the man in the white lab coat. "Was it you?!"
"N-no! It wasn’t me, my lord! I swear!"
The man in the white coat stumbled backward in terror—
Squelch!!
Long Aotian, consumed by rage, pierced straight through his chest with a single palm strike.
The man's head lolled to the side as he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Situ Guan sneered. "A worthless traitor, causing trouble even in death."
Yuwen Tuo shook his head. "Betrayers are truly impossible to guard against."
Long Aotian's face darkened. "Enough. Once the plan succeeds, none of this will matter."
Once the deity descends, with divine power, all these insignificant pests will be crushed!
With that thought, he turned to Shadow, who had served him for centuries, and spoke slowly. "Shadow, you will guard this place. Even if you must die, no one is to enter this chamber!"
Shadow bowed. "Understood!"
Witnessing this, Long Aotian, along with the other two, led Lin Yinyin into the chamber.
Boom!
As the heavy doors sealed shut—
A horrifying scene unfolded.
The supposedly dead man in the white coat was now enveloped in a swirling black mist.
Within moments, Gu Yan stood in his place, clad in a black robe, hands clasped behind his back.
His cold eyes fixed on the chamber.
The descent of the deity had begun.
......
Inside the chamber, the atmosphere grew suffocating, the air thick with tension.
The ancestors of the Long, Situ, and Yuwen families encircled Lin Yinyin, their gazes a mix of reverence and fear.
Lin Yinyin stood at the center, her eyes hollow and vacant, utterly helpless.
"Begin."
The three exchanged glances before chanting in hushed tones. Ancient runes within the ritual array flickered with eerie light.
As the incantation progressed, the glow intensified, and the temperature plummeted, freezing the air.
The Long family ancestor spoke, voice trembling with awe. "The descent ritual is irreversible. Today, the God of Death shall inhabit Lin Yinyin's body and grant us supreme power."
The Situ and Yuwen ancestors nodded in unison, their eyes locked on Lin Yinyin, tension coiling in their chests.
A deity... was truly coming.
Time crawled.
The energy at the array's center coalesced into a swirling vortex of immense power.
Boom!
Within the vortex, a colossal silhouette gradually materialized, radiating overwhelming pressure and an aura of ancient mystery.
It was the shadow of the God of Death—its arrival inevitable.
[At last... I shall step into this world.]
A voice like the whispers of an eldritch god reverberated through the chamber.
Thud! Thud!
The three ancestors immediately dropped to their knees.
"O God of Death, descend into this flawless vessel and bestow upon us supreme power!"
Their prayers were fervent, desperate.
At that moment, the silhouette's eyes snapped open—golden orbs as cold and fathomless as the abyss, brimming with the essence of death and annihilation.
The deity's gaze swept over the chamber, weighing the lives of all present, until it settled on Lin Yinyin.
With a disdainful snort—
Lin Yinyin's body was lifted by an unseen force, floating helplessly in midair.
Her eyes remained empty, her entire being under the deity's absolute control.
The descent had begun—the god was entering her flesh.
Even the three ancestors, witnessing this for the first time, trembled in terror, their throats dry.
A deity... was coming.
The next instant—
As the God of Death's shadow fully merged with Lin Yinyin, her body convulsed violently.
Boom!
A blinding surge of dark light erupted, flooding the chamber with a wave of deathly energy that threatened to consume everything.
Lin Yinyin's body radiated an eerie black glow, her aura skyrocketing beyond mortal limits.
The three ancestors prostrated themselves, shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, as the energy stabilized—
Lin Yinyin's feet touched the ground once more.
But she was no longer Lin Yinyin.
She was... a god.
"Tch. So much of my power is suppressed."
"But it will suffice."
Her voice was now deep and icy, laced with an inescapable aura of death. "You three incompetents truly found the worst possible vessel."
!!!
The three ancestors paled, stammering in unison. "W-welcome, O Great Deity! We did our utmost, but this was the only suitable body we could procure!"
"Hmph. Rise. I never had high expectations for you."
Long Aotian and the others stood, the former hesitantly speaking. "Great Deity, our families have been besieged by Leng Qingqiu—"
Crack!
A fissure split open across Lin Yinyin's body.
The three ancestors froze.
The God of Death frowned, glancing at the cracks.
This mortal shell could not withstand divine power.
Very well.
The deity's cold eyes locked onto the three. "Your mortal desires are known to me. To achieve your wishes, you must offer your souls and flesh as tribute to my power."
Souls?! Flesh?!
Before they could react—
Boom!
Their bodies erupted in blinding black light.
"My lord!"
"Spare us, Great Deity!"
Their screams were cut short as they dissolved into pools of blood, absorbed into Lin Yinyin's body.
Hum—
In an instant, the cracks mended, and her power surged further.
The God of Death smirked, flexing her fingers. "Hah. Heavenly-rank. This body can go no further."
"No matter. More than enough to eradicate Leng Qingqiu."
Yet, just as the thought crossed her mind—
A chill shot down her spine.
The God of Death's expression twisted as she sensed a lethal threat.
Boom!
A scythe wreathed in deathly energy materialized in her grasp.
Without hesitation, she swung it sideways to block—
Clang!!!
A deafening metallic clash shook the chamber to its foundations.
The scythe of the God of Death clashed against a dagger gleaming with a blinding dark light, sparks flying as waves of energy rippled outward, threatening to tear the very fabric of space apart.
Zzzzt!!
Two opposing forces collided violently in midair—the ashen glow of the death scythe intertwined with the dagger’s sinister radiance, their friction screeching like metal on metal.
And in that moment, the God of Death finally saw who stood before Him.
With a twisted grin, He stared down at...
“Human, have you come here to die?”
Gu Yan, cloaked in black, stood unwavering, the viscous energy of night churning behind him as skeletal wisps of fog materialized from the shadows.
Gripping the dagger tightly, his expression remained calm, his voice icy. “No... I’ve come to kill you.”
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?"
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.”
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."
