After accumulating points for hundreds of years.
Chen Xia decided to put everything into his luck stat.
He was aiming for good fortune.
【Luck Value:】
【Title Obtained: Chosen Son of Heaven】
【Chosen Son of Heaven: You are the son of the heavens, your luck stat has reached the fantastical realm. It doesn't manifest in normal times, but the bigger the event, the better your luck will be.】
This suits going to gamble with fate very well.
Chen Xia nodded, feeling like he had another trump card, putting him more at ease.
His cultivation had reached the peak of the YuanYing stage. Relying on the Great Turtle Breath Art and the spiritual qi from his little cave heaven, his cultivation speed could be said to be terrifying. He would soon reach the Great Vehicle cultivation level of the immortal realm.
Regarding the boundaries of cultivation, Old Fisherman didn't have a clear definition. He only talked about above and below Sagehood. Above Sagehood was setting foot on the Emperor's Path, then Transcendence.
Anything below Sagehood were just ants, nothing worth talking about.
In the Great Myriad Worlds, within the Blue Sky Sword Sea alone, there were two great Emperor level figures presiding. One presided over the highest point of Blue Sky, the other presided over the deepest point of Sword Sea.
Chen Xia was placed in the outer disciple residences above the sword blades, as a probationary disciple.
Among the probationary disciples, there were 100 people, all kinds of strange and wondrous appearances. It was like an encyclopedia of exotic creatures.
Chen Xia looked the most plain and unadorned, with no horns on his head, nor a tail behind him.
This resulted in Chen Xia receiving the most disdain.
Adding on to his lazy personality, his most prominent trait was slacking off.
So these weird and exotic looking probationary disciples were all unwilling to interact with Chen Xia, even after hearing that Chen Xia was the scion of an Emperor.
There were never few scions of Emperors, what was rare was actually becoming an Emperor.
Chen Xia was happy to be left alone. He cultivated sitting in front of his residence everyday, waiting for the opportunity to descend to the mortal worlds.
He didn't have to wait long. Old Fisherman came holding a Daoist meditation mat, telling Chen Xia to sit on it and sink his divine sense down.
"What's the principle behind this?" Chen Xia curiously asked.
"Do you want the scientific explanation, or the unscientific one?" Old Fisherman asked.
He was using the terminology of the scientific system.
Chen Xia thought for a bit, and answered: "The scientific one."
Old Fisherman replied: "According to the research papers of the Mecha Saint who takes the scientific perspective, a person's divine sense can be split into countless parts, and each part can independently enter a different world."
"As for the method of traversal, it involves the time dimension. The Nuclear Powered Immortal has explained before, time is relative..."
"Alright, I understand," Chen Xia interrupted before he could finish.
Old Fisherman glanced at him, then asked again: "Do you want to hear the unscientific explanation?"
Chen Xia shook his head. "No need."
Because from the very beginning, the premise was unscientific.
Especially at the moment the Mecha Saint and Nuclear Powered Immortal appeared, it raised the degree of unscientificness.
Old Fisherman nodded. "Then prepare to sink your divine sense, separate out one percent of it, and it will naturally find a tiny interface where time flows 100 times faster."
"Okay." Chen Xia nodded, concentrating his mind and soul, and began controlling his divine sense to split and sink down.
He split off one percent with extreme precision.
And with just that one, it started traversing the myriad worlds.
If each of the myriad worlds was seen as a point of light, what Chen Xia was looking for was an infinitesimal point among them.
His divine sense moved rapidly, browsing through information about the myriad worlds, quickly searching.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a tiny speck of light, flickering lonesomely in a corner.
Chen Xia's thoughts stirred, and charged into this tiny speck.
Many memories surged up within his divine sense.
Year 0.
A meteorite falls, bringing "special abilities".
Humans who obtained these powers became exceptionally strong, possessing immense strength, firing flames and conjuring ice.
Along with the great power came volatile temperaments, as they started violating rules and laws.
In Year 0, a riot by the special ability users caused the collapse of the world.
New Era Year.
The new government created the "Night Hawks" organization, specializing in hunting wanted special ability users.
Chen Xia was a junior Night Hawk, 16 years old, having just passed the qualifier exams. Right now he was on the streets, with panicking crowds fleeing before him.
"Run quickly, the special ability user is here!"
"Hurry, don't block the way, run!"
"..."
All kinds of panicked shouting rang out as the crowds fled in terror, with no semblance of order. Nobody cared about the trampling accidents, because what was behind them was even more terrifying.
The special ability user!
Bursts of berserk flames lit up the area from time to time, shattering building windows and cars, reaping lives at a shocking pace.
Chen Xia frowned, as ideas constantly rang out from within his body, telling him to protect the common people.
He thought briefly, and guessed this idea was probably the Will of Heaven and Earth.
As an outsider who came to this little world, given an identity by the Heavenly Dao, he had to act in accordance with that identity right now, otherwise he might be rejected by the Will of Heaven and Earth.
Chen Xia's identity was a Night Hawk of the new government, so naturally he had to protect the common people.
There were no other Night Hawks around.
Chen Xia would have to make a move.
All the stats of his current body were one percent of his main body's, both in terms of strength and cultivation level at the 5th Layer of Qi Refining.
It should be enough.
Chen Xia walked forward, against the panicked crowds, heading towards the origin of the fiery explosions.
The further in he went, the more charred corpses he saw, scattered haphazardly on the ground, devoid of life.
The shadowy figure of the berserk Pyrokinetic waved its hands, bursting with violent explosions, chasing the fleeing crowds.
Until it encountered Chen Xia.
"Hello."
Chen Xia politely said, casually pulling out a steel pipe from nearby rubble, and pointed it at the Pyro.
The Pyro had a cruel look, with a twisted smile at the corner of its mouth, saying: "Welcome to...the barbecue party!"
Chen Xia frowned.
This guy was a bit messed up in the head.
Explosive flames suddenly rushed at him, the intense burning sensation lacerating his skin.
Chen Xia's body bent down, arms slightly lowered, then fiercely whipped out.
The steel pipe whistled forth, landing on the Pyro's head with a bang, knocking blood out.
Step!
Chen Xia was already before the Pyro, catching the falling steel pipe with both hands, and smashed down once more.
The Pyro's skull was bashed into an unnatural crooked shape, but its body remained unchanged, still standing straight. Its deranged eyes looked at Chen Xia, revealing that twisted smile once more.
So it was another steel pipe.
Bang!
The Pyro's head twisted into an unnatural C shape, but still grinning, and erupted with intense flames, melting the steel pipe.
"I'm going to roast you until you're fragrant and crispy on the outside, tender on the inside."
The Pyro said with another twisted smile.
"No need."
A huge fist appeared before the Pyro's eyes. What came next was a destructive force even greater than the steel pipe, smashing his skull concave, his body no longer able to support itself as he smashed into the ground.
Chen Xia pursued, fists continuously raining down on the Pyro's head at great speed, heedless of the searing heat of the flames, mumbling as he did so.
"Looks like you've never experienced the majesty of Wing Chun huh!"
The Pyro's head was bashed repeatedly into the ground, sinking deeper and deeper.
His twisted smile gradually turned into screams, his body struggling, but with less and less strength to resist. The flames weakened until extinguished, bereft of lifeforce.
Chen Xia stood up, raising his fists that were charred and ripped open. He placed his hands on his hips, looking at the Pyro's scorched fragrant corpse, commenting:
"You have now joined the KFC deluxe lunch set."
Author Note:
Busy day today, so two chapters. Thank you brothers for the support, truly great love!
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
