[Transmigration Group Chat – 99+ New Messages]
Xu Qingxian's heart jolted violently in his chest.
Another notification slid across the top of the screen.
[Ten group members from the new transmigration badge have died. A short clip recorded just before their deaths has been uploaded. Please watch the video and remain cautious.]
Xu Qingxian's expression darkened like the sky before a storm.
"So many already…" His voice carried a heavy note of disbelief.
'It seems the world the others transmigrated into is unimaginably dangerous… or perhaps they encountered something far beyond their abilities.'
Xu Qingxian frowned, the thought pressing down on him like a weight.
He realized how fortunate he was.
Even though his cultivation had been crippled, his life remained intact. With the system offering even the faintest glimmer of hope, there was still a path to reclaiming his strength and perhaps even surpassing the limits he once thought unbreakable.
'I should check the group messages for any critical updates before watching the videos,' Xu Qingxian decided, his fingers sliding across the screen to open the chat.
A wall of messages immediately flooded his vision.
Jade beauty: huhu, everyone, I am shivering. So many are dead already. Is there still a chance for me to survive?
Hit by a truck: little girl, do not be afraid. Maybe you can ask the big bosses for some red packets if they are feeling generous.
Lazy feather: well, whatever. I am too lazy to care. My golden finger rewards me for being lazy. As I speak to you all, I am lying back while two beautiful women massage me. I am replying to these messages at the same time. Life is too short. You should relax every now and then.
Big fatty: jealous.jpg. Envying the big boss for that.
Crouching down and begging for mercy: my world seems peaceful. I have nothing to worry about.
One inch stick: everyone, please help the little one. The badge of transmigrators will drop to nine if the big bosses do not intervene!
Xu Qingxian kept scrolling until a line caught his attention.
[Wandering monarch has gifted One inch stick a red packet.]
Big fatty: the big boss does it again. Now you have nothing to worry about.
One inch stick: kneeling in thanks to the big boss for the defensive treasure. I am currently chatting in the middle of a demon horde. They cannot harm me in the slightest. Snapping some cool pictures to send.
Jade beauty: huhu, someone should gift this fragile lady a red packet too.
Xu Qingxian's eyes widened.
So gifts could be sent directly through the group chat?
His curiosity sharpened.
The group chat was far more versatile than he had initially assumed. Not only could members receive daily check-in rewards, but they could also transfer red packets.
What else could this strange chat do?
Why was it truly created? Was it simply to help a scattered group of transmigrators survive?
Xu Qingxian doubted it. Something deeper lurked beneath its surface.
He pushed the thought aside and focused on another discovery. He had just identified another transmigrator from their badge.
'One inch stick… what sort of absurd name is that?' The name stirred an unpleasant memory, but he brushed it away.
There was also Crouching down and begging for mercy. That made four confirmed members. He suspected Lazy feather might be from their badge as well, but it was not yet certain.
'Still, that golden finger of his is quite strange,' Xu Qingxian thought.
After scanning the remaining messages and finding nothing urgent, he switched to the video tab.
Ten videos appeared, each with a different file size.
One in particular caught his eye.
It was 600 megabytes.
All the clips were exactly five seconds long.
'Six hundred megabytes for a five-second video?' Xu Qingxian's brows knitted tightly.
That was excessive.
Still, curiosity gnawed at him. He tapped the video.
A warning appeared instantly.
[Please be cautious while watching this video as your identity may be revealed to the entity present.]
Xu Qingxian's pulse hammered.
'What?'
He had barely arrived in this world, and already there was a chance of exposing himself?
Cold unease crept along his spine.
What kind of existence could make even the transmigration group chat issue a warning?
He moved to cancel it, but before his thumb could reach the screen, his phone flashed and the video began to play.
The image shook slightly before focusing.
Two figures came into view.
The first was a haggard young man, breathing unevenly, eyes still glassy as if recovering from some intense shock.
Xu Qingxian immediately marked him as the transmigrator.
Then the view shifted to the other figure.
His hair flowed like molten silver under moonlight, each strand gleaming with an otherworldly luster. His eyes mirrored that same silver radiance, cold and distant, as though they had witnessed countless ages.
The sight made the air feel thinner.
He stood there with unshakable composure, the stillness of his expression sharper than any blade.
"Otherworldly heavenly anomaly?" His voice was soft, almost pleasant, yet it carried a weight that made Xu Qingxian's eardrums ache.
The man lifted a hand.
Reality itself seemed to ripple.
In the blink of an eye, the transmigrator's body began reversing through the stages of life, skin smoothing, limbs shrinking, until he was a helpless infant. A heartbeat later, even that fragile form crumbled into fine dust, scattering into the wind.
Xu Qingxian's breath caught in his throat. His skin prickled as if a thousand icy needles had pierced it.
But then, the silver-haired man turned.
Those eyes shifted—directly toward him.
The moment their gazes met through the screen, a suffocating force pressed down on Xu Qingxian's chest.
It felt as though the man's stare pierced the fabric of reality, crossing space, crossing time, and locking entirely onto his soul.
Xu Qingxian's knees almost buckled. Sweat trickled down his temples, chilling as it slid over his skin.
The silver gaze seemed to strip away every layer of his being, laying bare every secret, every thought, every fear.
The video ended abruptly, frozen on that piercing, merciless look.
Xu Qingxian's mind roared in chaos.
'What kind of ability is that?'
'What is happening?'
'Did I just catch the attention of an existence beyond comprehension? Who is that man?'
His hands trembled as he clutched the phone. He needed answers—now. And the group chat was the only place that could provide them.