In the immortal realm, several divine senses almost instantly peered at this little world, converging above the Heavenly Dao to observe.
The few divine senses were old friends who had known each other for tens of thousands of years. At this moment, they started communicating with each other, full of shock as they asked:
"The Primordial Infant Tribulation of 100,000 years, how could this little world produce such a character!"
They could hardly believe that this little world with such deficient spirit energy and destiny could give rise to an unrivalled genius who could cross the 100,000 year Primordial Infant Tribulation.
As the powerful beings exchanged thoughts, one of them knitted his brows and asked in a booming voice:
"What is this Big Hand? How could it so brazenly reach into my immortal realm?"
A sage calmly replied, "It is just a living being from another realm. Judging by its aura, it should have already become a saint and came to the little world belonging to the immortal realm to harvest some luck."
"Humph, it has lofty ambitions, but didn't expect to run into a tough obstacle - the 100,000 year Primordial Infant Tribulation!"
"Aiya, as long as it can cross this tribulation, the path of emperor will be wide open. As long as it doesn't fall, becoming an emperor will be inevitable."
As the powerful beings conversed, they cast their gazes back to the person crossing the tribulation. Soon, someone frowned.
"What's going on, this person doesn't have the blessing of luck from this heaven and earth."
"Ah!" The other powerful beings were dumbfounded. Even after living for tens of thousands of years, they had never heard of such a thing.
To be able to cross the 100,000 year Primordial Infant Tribulation, yet not have the blessing of heaven and earth's luck?
This was simply preposterous!
To put it crudely, it was akin to a eunuch visiting a brothel - nonsensical!
The powerful beings were utterly confused. They decided not to think too much about it, and directly traced Chen Xia's past lives and causal connections using their great divine abilities.
The answer was nothing. A complete blank.
The powerful beings sighed. This was to be expected for someone without any luck.
Their divine senses materialized into illusory human figures, standing above the Heavenly Dao. They looked at each other, seeming to have something to say, but no one spoke first.
The powerful beings had varying expressions, each harboring their own thoughts.
Finally, one of them couldn't hold back and exclaimed with feeling, "Since he is a person without luck, my Heavenly Control Sect will take a loss and accept him as a disciple!"
A great sage immediately sneered, "Accepting a person with the talents of an emperor but without any luck, your Heavenly Control Sect is really taking a huge 'loss'!"
The powerful being from the Heavenly Control Sect remained expressionless, calmly replying, "My Heavenly Control Sect needs luck from heaven and earth the least. I should be the one taking this 'loss'."
"Hey, you're wrong there," an elderly sage shook his head and responded.
"Although my Emperor Mountain relies on the luck of heaven and earth, we can also expend great effort to help rebuild this person's true body and forge the supreme immortal physique to complement his talents of an emperor."
The powerful being from the Heavenly Control Sect had a solemn expression as he looked at the old man and spoke heavily, "Old freak, how dare you speak of forging the supreme immortal physique. What will you use to forge it, the decrepit old corpse that your Emperor Mountain has kept sealed away for 30,000 years?"
"It's not impossible," the old man lightly replied.
The atmosphere between the powerful beings became tense, seeming rather heavy.
"Come on, don't rush. First see if this person can overcome the lightning tribulation. What if he gets struck down directly by the tribulation lightning? You'd be arguing for nothing!"
Indeed, that was sound logic.
The powerful beings then focused their divine senses down below, becoming the wind and rain between heaven and earth, not affecting anything and just quietly watching.
Watching the dark clouds cover the sky and tribulation lightning arise.
Watching that youth in green robes standing steadily beneath the vault of heaven, facing the heavy pressure of the Big Hand head-on!
Chen Xia looked at the Big Hand pressing down with a calm expression. The air currents stirred his hair into flying freely as his clothes flapped noisily.
His current level of power was...
His cultivation level was at the peak of Golden Core, also called half-a-step Primordial Infant.
Was it enough?
Chen Xia was also unclear, but if he didn't try, he would never know.
Life was of course important, but there were also things more important than life that were worth staking his life on.
Were there things worth fighting desperately for?
The corners of Chen Xia's lips curled up into a smile, the cyan and green light flickering in his eyes as he directly strode towards the Big Hand.
He was the god of this heaven and earth!
Regardless, he must eliminate this calamity.
The common people in the city walked onto the wide streets. Looking at the youth in green robes in the center marching towards the Big Hand, they were first stunned, then someone shouted:
"Immortal, it's an immortal!"
The common people in the imperial city instantly erupted into an uproar, prostrating towards the figure walking solo in the sky, shouting excitedly,
"Immortal, please save the world!"
Chen Xia halted his footsteps, estimated the distance, then started rolling up his sleeves. He made a fist and brought it in front of his mouth, breathing onto his fist.
This was enchanting.
With one foot landing on the firmament, an explosive rumble burst out from under his foot sole. Fierce gales blasted out, seemingly even the firmament couldn't withstand such pressure as it let out creaking, trembling sounds.
Chen Xia's figure shot out, like a meteor streaming against the flow, leaving behind a trail of cyan-green arcs in the sky. Amidst the shadow of the Big Hand, he brought a flash of light!
In just a fleeting moment, the "meteor" collided with the Big Hand, producing earth-shaking rumbling that sounded through heaven and earth. The Big Hand's pressing momentum stopped abruptly, and even retreated several hundred meters.
"Immortal!"
The common people were in high spirits, shouting loudly.
But after retreating briefly, the Big Hand pressed down even more forcefully and swiftly, the powerful air currents it brought shattering many buildings in the imperial city.
The common people's expressions changed to alarmed as they hurriedly took cover.
The Big Hand kept swinging down. Chen Xia gritted his teeth and stubbornly resisted.
Have you smacked a mosquito before?
Slapping down forcefully to squash the mosquito into meat paste.
Right now, Chen Xia was that mosquito.
The Big Hand swung down brutishly as if wanting to suppress everything.
Thus, Chen Xia flew even faster than when he had come, plunging straight into the center of the imperial city. He smashed through buildings and plowed over a hundred meters deep into the ground before stabilizing himself. Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth.
Chen Xia pushed aside the rubble around him and climbed up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Looking at the Big Hand, his brows furrowed.
He thought of a phrase he had heard before.
"Congratulations on passing the beginner tutorial. Try challenging the king now."
The current situation was somewhat like those words.
Chen Xia wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and stood in place, not moving. He was waiting.
[Spirit Dragon Qi]
Waiting for his trump card to take form.
The common people's worship gradually transmitted over, fusing into the Spirit Dragon Qi.
Almost there.
Chen Xia sighed in praise. He walked amidst the ruins and stood firmly, directly facing the pressing Big Hand. His divine sense spread out, transmitting his own voice of will to the living beings.
[Offer your wishes and lend me your strength. With just a bit more, I can cleave the Big Hand!]
The common people were startled at first before quickly kowtowing and making offerings to Chen Xia.
Bits of power accumulated into a substantial amount.
[Spirit Dragon Qi]
Golden light flashed in his eyes.
An ancient dragon's cry rang out from behind him as golden vertical pupils emerged, claws propping on the ground.
A thousand-zhang divine dragon coiled through heaven and earth!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
