Half-Immortal Sword, Celestial Dragon Imprint, Million Flying Swords.
These things made even the Great Sage Remnant somewhat impressed, and he nodded and smiled.
"These items of yours can indeed save the life of that ant in the Sea-Reversing Realm. I can spare her life, but yours will certainly be forfeit."
"No problem." Chen Xia smiled and nodded, his face filled with indifference.
In fact, he truly didn't care.
He still had an avatar cultivating in the Realm of Death, which meant he had another life. If he died, he would resurrect within the Realm of Death. Once his strength increased, he could return to the Great Death Domain and retrieve his belongings.
Perhaps he could even take some interest along the way, like those double horns on the head of the Great Sage, which looked like a rare item.
Clearly, the Great Sage Remnant was unaware of Chen Xia's intentions. He continued to smile and said, "Indeed, you are quite outstanding, but unfortunately, you are only in the Sea-Reversing Realm. So, you can only die here and accompany this saint's departed soul."
"Sure." Chen Xia neither agreed nor disagreed, his expression more calm than the other cultivators.
"I quite like your temperament. It reminds me of my younger self," the Great Sage Remnant chuckled again, shaking his head slightly.
"It seems I have been dead for far too long. Now that my remnant soul has awakened, I find myself speaking so much."
"Hoo... hoo..." Audible exhalation sounds came from Chen Xia's mouth, indicating that his injuries were beginning to affect his combat power. The wounds had not scabbed over and were still bleeding.
This indicated that Chen Xia's physical strength was insufficient to heal his current injuries.
The Great Sage Remnant extended his withered index finger, devoid of any smile, and spoke as if pronouncing a death sentence.
"You are quite interesting, but this is where it ends."
Terrifying thunder surged, circulated, and brewed on his withered index finger, and then...
Shot out!
Boom!
This thunder was not like the previous hundred-meter lightning pillar; instead, it was a thin and dense lightning bolt that instantly pierced through Chen Xia's heart, continuing to shoot outward until it penetrated the ruins and disappeared into the dim starry sky.
All of this happened extremely quickly, and Ma Xiaohong couldn't even react in time.
Blood started to flow from the corner of Chen Xia's mouth, indicating that his internal organs had been damaged.
In fact, one couldn't really call it "damaged."
It was just pierced through.
Haha.
He was indeed quite humorous.
Ma Xiaohong's body trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, and a sorrowful expression filled her delicate face. She rushed out from the enclosure of thousands of flying swords and cried out.
"Chen Xia... Chen Xia!"
Chen Xia turned to look at her, his expression still calm, and he even made a gesture of victory with his hand, calmly saying,
"Just a fatal injury."
"... " Ma Xiaohong didn't know how to respond. Although worry was still evident in her beautiful and anxious expression, she lifted her feet, wanting to run over and save Chen Xia.
But the thousands of flying swords forcibly surrounded her, halting her steps.
"Don't come over. I can simply die, but if you come over, we'll both die together. It's not worth it. After you leave, these thousand flying swords will follow you. Find a place to hide on your own. Every day you survive, you earn another day," Chen Xia murmured softly, while his body also began to give way, bending over.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed violently a few times, and dark red blood sprayed from his mouth, even carrying traces of his own life essence.
"Chen Xia, Chen Xia!" Ma Xiaohong cried out loudly amidst the encirclement of thousands of flying swords, her petite body kneeling on the ground with an unusually anxious expression.
Chen Xia swallowed a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground, muttering to himself.
"Although it's just a fatal injury, it's indeed quite fatal. I can't hold on much longer. It's your turn, right?"
The crimson color around his left eye began to expand, unfolding on his face like patterns, delineating a strange design.
The half-immortal sword inserted not far away suddenly trembled.
Chen Xia stood up and beckoned with his hand.
The half-immortal sword reversed and fell into his hand.
He swung it forward.
The ground cracked open for three thousand meters, and the void tore apart!
"Who are you?"
Great Sage Remnant crossed his arms and asked in confusion.
Chen Xia held the half-immortal sword, his eyes outlined with a crimson color, and the corners of his mouth curled into an extremely exaggerated arc, resembling both arrogance and a sinister smile as he replied.
"I am me."
The void trembled.
He had already arrived in front of Great Sage Remnant, the half-immortal sword shimmering with dazzling sword light. Along the way, the void was torn apart by the sword light, forming a pitch-black line.
And the endpoint of this pitch-black line was the tip of the half-immortal sword.
The tip of the sword.
It was aimed at the head of Great Sage Remnant.
After this sword strike.
The entire world was filled with endless sword light!
If one were to look at the ruins from the outside, it would appear as a shining sphere, with countless sword lights wanting to overflow.
Chen Xia held the sword, standing in the center of the sword light.
He was the inner demon, naturally also Chen Xia, just the opposite side of Chen Xia.
And because he resided in the Sea of Consciousness, he had a stronger connection with the half-immortal sword, and they were even somewhat fused together.
That's why he could unleash the true power of the half-immortal sword.
Chen Xia stared directly into the magnificent sword light, still smiling as he said, "I know you're not dead, come out."
A figure flickered within the sword light and instantly appeared in front of Chen Xia, with an expression of great interest on his face.
"The inner demon, unexpectedly the inner demon of the Reverse Sea realm. It's truly beyond my expectations."
"People say that the inner demon is the next level of oneself, but judging from the killing power you just displayed, it seems to be more than just the next level."
Great Sage Remnant raised his blood-stained withered palm and chuckled lightly.
"You even injured my hand. You can truly wield the true power of this half-immortal sword, right?"
Chen Xia's mouth still carried a wild smile as he counter-asked, "Is this level of power enough to be considered true power?"
"Hmm?" Great Sage Remnant furrowed his brow.
Chen Xia held the half-immortal sword in his right hand and made another gesture with his left hand. The bronze sword instantly appeared.
He wielded both swords.
"A remnant like you dares to penetrate my heart and soul..."
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile, and the crimson color in his eyes extended even longer as he continued.
"Damn it!"
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
