At this moment.
It wasn't just Chen Feng who was somewhat dumbfounded.
The global audience was also stunned.
They had originally wanted to watch the trial of the Ancient Clan.
No one expected a Flood Dragon to suddenly crash the scene at such a critical moment.
At the same time, this confirmed one thing.
Sacrificing children to the Flood Dragon was indeed the doing of the Ancient Clan.
The Flood Dragon had absolutely no reason to lie.
Moreover, no one would be bold enough to risk their own life by deceiving a Flood Dragon.
At this moment, the Ancient Clan couldn't care less about all that.
It didn't matter who sacrificed the children.
The most important thing right now was to have their clan's divine beast avenge them.
They wanted to make these outsiders pay the price for their actions.
A young man from the Ancient Clan stood up excitedly and shouted:
"Lord Flood Dragon, hurry and kill all these inferior people!"
"They are all enemies of our Ancient Clan!"
The other members of the Ancient Clan also stood up in excitement.
They looked as if they had finally been vindicated.
Their faces brimmed with the thrill of impending revenge.
"Hahaha, let's see you act arrogant now, Chen Feng!"
"Today, all of you will be buried alongside our fallen Ancient Clan brethren!"
"Lord Divine Beast, hurry and kill them all!"
"Yes, yes, yes, kill these inferior people, and our Ancient Clan will sacrifice their children to you every single day from now on."
...
The tables had turned.
The Ancient Clan never expected to make a comeback at such a critical juncture.
They were already planning in their hearts how to take revenge on Great Xia and the rest of the world.
They decided to use the children of these inferior people to curry favor with the Ancient Clan's divine beast, the Flood Dragon.
As long as the Flood Dragon was around, the Ancient Clan would remain the most noble existence in this world.
On the other side.
Chen Feng and Wang Zun's faces were extremely grim.
They wished they could execute these Ancient Clan members right then and there.
However, in the presence of the Flood Dragon, the two of them didn't dare to act rashly.
Unless absolutely necessary.
They would try their best not to provoke the Flood Dragon.
Otherwise, with so many people present, probably few would survive.
The reporters and those who had come to watch the trial.
At this moment, they were all too terrified to move a muscle.
Many even knelt on the ground.
Not daring to look directly at the Flood Dragon.
Across the world, everyone watching the live broadcast of the trial.
At this moment, they all held their breath, waiting for the Flood Dragon's reaction.
The current global landscape.
Rested almost entirely upon a single thought from the Flood Dragon.
Everyone hated the Flood Dragon, and they hated the Ancient Clan that sacrificed children to it even more.
But they were powerless.
At this moment, they could only stare at their screens, filled with anger and helplessness.
"Oh God! Is there no one who can slay this damned evil dragon!"
"That's an Eastern divine dragon, even the heroes of Great Xia seem so insignificant before it."
"Why is this happening! Why is justice always so fragile!"
"We just got rid of the great cancer that is the Ancient Clan, and before we could even celebrate, we are plunged into despair once again."
...
An atmosphere of despair spread across the entire world just like that.
At this highly anticipated moment.
The Flood Dragon stared at the Ancient Clan members with disgust.
The Ancient Clan crowd was still clamoring excitedly.
"Lord Divine Beast, hurry and kill them all!"
"Lord Flood Dragon, eat them!"
"Our Ancient Clan has the divine beast Flood Dragon, how will you deal with that!"
"Flood Dragon, hurry and strike! Let them know the consequences of offending the Ancient Clan!"
...
Listening to the urging of the Ancient Clan, the Flood Dragon felt a tremendous sense of humiliation.
"What do these ants take me for?"
"They truly don't know the meaning of death!"
The Flood Dragon let out a furious roar.
"Noisy!"
Several bolts of lightning crashed down.
The Ancient Clan members were still excited.
"Lord Flood Dragon has finally made a move!"
"Hahaha... feel the terror of the Ancient Clan's divine beast!"
"Look at their terrified faces!"
"Why are they all looking at us?"
...
Several bolts of lightning landed right in the middle of the Ancient Clan crowd.
Amidst a burst of electric sparks.
Over a hundred Ancient Clan members were instantly turned to ash.
The remaining Ancient Clan members were all stunned!
The scene instantly fell dead silent.
Everyone watched this unfold in absolute shock.
For a moment just now, Chen Feng had almost given in to the urge to flee on the spot.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, he saw that the lightning was not directed at him.
The remaining members of the Ancient Clan.
Looked at the corpses of their kinsmen.
They were all the young people who had been cheering the loudest just moments ago.
An elder of the Ancient Clan collapsed to his knees in despair.
"Why is this happening?"
"Why would the Lord Divine Beast attack the Ancient Clan?"
"Could the Flood Dragon have missed its target?"
One Ancient Clan member found this impossible to accept.
Still unwilling to give up, he looked at the Flood Dragon, pointed at Chen Feng and the others, and shouted:
"They are the enemies!"
"We are the Ancient Clan, we are your most loyal supporters!"
He barely managed to shout two sentences.
A bolt of lightning crashed down.
That person was instantly blasted into flying ash.
At this.
The Ancient Clan members were completely dumbfounded.
They did not dare to make another sound.
Chen Feng had not expected it either.
That such a twist would occur.
When that Ancient Clan member pointed at him just now.
To be honest, he had genuinely panicked a little.
He had almost activated his Indestructible Golden Body.
At the same time.
Everyone watching the live broadcast around the world broke a sweat for Chen Feng.
They too had wondered if the Flood Dragon's lightning had just gone astray.
But with the Flood Dragon's second strike, the answer became very clear.
The Flood Dragon's lightning hadn't missed at all.
In fact, it was highly accurate.
It struck whoever spoke.
The emotional rollercoaster.
Caused some of the Ancient Clan elders to lose control of their feelings.
They could accept the Ancient Clan falling at the hands of outsiders.
But they could not accept being exterminated by the very Flood Dragon they had helped create.
One by one, the elders began to cry and shout aloud.
"Why is this happening! We are the Ancient Clan!"
"How can you kill the people of the Ancient Clan!"
"It was our Ancient Clan that made you what you are!"
"If it weren't for us, how could you have successfully transformed into a dragon!"
"We are the ones who helped you become a dragon!"
The Flood Dragon looked at these Ancient Clan members with disgust.
"The person who made me what I am is Zhang Bowen, I only ever made a pact with him alone."
"As for you foolish Ancient Clan members, you are completely unworthy of even being my servants."
"The moment you chose to abandon the Qilin, the destiny of the Ancient Clan came to an end."
"If it weren't for the auspicious protection of the Qilin, how could the Ancient Clan have thrived in the Kunlun Mountains for ten thousand years."
"What an utterly stupid race."
The Flood Dragon's icy voice.
Completely shattered the Ancient Clan's last line of mental defense.
At this moment.
They were even more despairing than when they faced Wei Qianqiu.
The Ancient Clan had violated their ancestral teachings, betrayed the Qilin, and helped a flood snake transform into a dragon.
They had even wishfully considered the Flood Dragon as their clan's divine beast.
In the end, this was the result they got in return.
How could they accept such a reality.
The remaining Ancient Clan members all looked ashen-faced.
An indescribable wave of remorse swelled in their hearts.
An old woman of the Ancient Clan slumped onto the ground.
Staring blankly at the floor.
Large tears continuously rolled down from her eyes.
As she muttered in despair.
"Ancestral teachings must not be violated!"
"We shouldn't have come out."
"The outside world is no good at all, my grandsons all went bad in just a few years."
"If we had continued to live by the Jade Mountain's Jasper Lake, how could we have suffered such a catastrophic disaster."
"The Ancient Clan truly brought this upon itself!"
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
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?"
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
