Following Lin Xuan's lead, more cultivators flew out from the Northern Heavenly Gate to engage the beast tide.
Techniques of all kinds and methods of every variety were unleashed.
Against the monstrous horde, there was no need for mercy.
Yet the battle felt far from satisfying.
Bloodline detonation—whether self-triggered or activated upon death—was their curse.
The beast tide fought with grim resolve, exploding without hesitation when the time came.
Even after slaying a beast, cultivators had to brace for its final blast.
This forced them to carefully control their power, ensuring they could retreat to a safe distance before delivering the killing blow.
Alternatively, they could strike with enough force to both slay the beast and fling its corpse away.
For the average cultivator, this was no easy feat—most lacked the experience.
Many ended up caught in the explosions, and even those who dodged in time found the fight exhausting.
How much simpler it would be to swing their swords mindlessly! Now they had to calculate every move—what a nuisance.
Some could tank the blasts with sheer physical resilience, but this played right into the beast tide's hands.
As for turning the beasts' explosions against their own kind, that required precise timing and power.
The monsters weren’t fools—the moment they sensed an attempt to hurl them, they’d detonate instantly.
The battlefield had devolved into chaos, with the frontlines a tangled mess of humans and beasts, making such tactics near impossible.
After the initial clash, everyone below the Void Refinement realm joined the fray.
Void Refinement experts tried striking the beast tide’s rear to trigger explosions there, but the moment they acted, the horde’s elites intercepted them, locking them in fierce duels.
No more openings would be given.
Though the humans had gained an early advantage, the true brutality of the battle was only beginning.
Casualties quickly mounted on the human side, their numbers steadily thinning.
Against the sheer size of the beast tide, even the best preparations couldn’t prevent losses.
The Grand Priest watched with satisfaction.
Close combat was their forte—even if it meant attrition, they’d whittle down the Northern Heavenly Gate’s forces.
Numbers favored the beasts; nearly all of the Untamed Wilds had answered the call, weak and strong alike.
The human side, though mostly at the Foundation Establishment level or above, was outmatched.
There was no helping it—the Northern Heavenly Gate could only hold so many.
What use were ordinary folk? To slide into the beasts’ jaws and hope they’d get too full to fight?
They couldn’t even serve as cannon fodder—just dead weight.
If the humans tried to win through numbers alone, it’d mean the Northern Heavenly Gate had already fallen.
The Grand Priest took a moment to rest. Now, it was up to the humans to deal with the endless tide.
Di Haoran and the other Mahayana cultivators longed to confront the Beast Lord, but the horde’s elites barred their path.
They knew slaughtering these beasts would drain them—and if the Grand Priest and Beast Lord hadn’t even moved yet, who would face those two if they were spent?
Worse, the Beast Lord and Grand Priest lurked at the very rear of the battlefield. If Di Haoran ventured there, no backup would reach him.
Getting trapped would be disastrous.
Di Haoran refused to risk distractions during his duel with the Beast Lord.
It couldn’t be helped—the Beast Lord was at the Tribulation Phase. Di Haoran had prepared five Mahayana experts, himself included, to face him.
All five had to be at their peak.
In the end, Di Haoran and the others held back, biding their time.
The human side would wait for the beast tide’s Mahayana elites to show themselves before deploying their own, keeping the rest in reserve.
The Grand Priest, however, was in no hurry. He waited for the Beast Lord to recover fully before they’d strike together.
For now, the beasts would grind the humans down.
Lin Xuan, though a Mahayana cultivator, couldn’t resist joining the fray. He thirsted for battle against powerful beasts.
Yet none came for him.
So he fought on, believing that if he shone brightly enough, the horde’s elites would take notice.
And they did.
His crowd-clearing prowess was unmatched—his wide-range, devastating attacks carved a path straight into the heart of the beast tide.
Arrogant. Reckless.
It was like watching a one-man slaughter, as if he feared no retreat.
But Lin Xuan was confident. Even if cornered, he could withdraw to the Northern Heavenly Gate.
From the gate, Elder Yan watched with pride.
Now restored to a physical body—forged by Lin Xuan from rare treasures—and his cultivation regained at Mahayana Perfection, he marveled at how far his protégé had come.
“After all these trials…” Elder Yan murmured, itching to join the fight.
But he couldn’t. He was one of the five chosen to face the Beast Lord.
The beast tide, however, wouldn’t let Lin Xuan run wild.
The Leopard Speed King soon confronted him. A Mahayana expert was needed to match Lin Xuan’s strength.
And this was no ordinary Mahayana—this was a former Beast Lord, now at Mahayana Perfection.
Such an insolent human deserved a brutal lesson.
The Leopard Speed King bared his fangs in a savage grin, his killing intent unrestrained.
He didn’t underestimate his foe.
Lin Xuan tensed but didn’t falter. His comprehension of the immortal’s legacy had deepened.
Fighting above his level? No issue.
Even this gap wouldn’t break him.
In an instant, they exchanged a hundred blows.
The Leopard Speed King’s grin stiffened.
He’d gone all out from the first strike, expecting to crush Lin Xuan instantly.
Yet here the human stood—unbroken. A disgrace.
Worse, Lin Xuan’s combat genius let him exploit their clash’s shockwaves to annihilate nearby beasts.
This blatant multitasking was nothing short of contempt.
Enraged, the Leopard Speed King intensified his assault.
But another struck first.
A devastating force slammed into Lin Xuan.
He strained to resist, but it was futile—the impact hurled him backward like a ragdoll.
He crashed into the Northern Heavenly Gate’s wall, embedded deep in the stone.
Only then did the force relent.
Blood gushed from Lin Xuan’s mouth as his vision blurred.
The Beast Lord had intervened.
That human’s arrogance had irked him.
Yet to his surprise, Lin Xuan still breathed. A mere Mahayana surviving his blow? Interesting.
“Lin Xuan!”
Elder Yan rushed out, prying him from the wall and carrying him back.
The injuries were grave but treatable.
“A lesson in humility,” Elder Yan mused as he worked. “Glory has its price.”
“Elder Yan… embarrassing,” Lin Xuan coughed. “I barely lasted.”
“Nonsense. Surviving the Beast Lord’s strike is no small feat.”
“I’ll recover fast. This isn’t over.”
Undaunted, Lin Xuan’s resolve burned brighter than ever.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
