The Immortal Realm stretched endlessly, a boundless expanse where sects rose and fell like waves, and powers beyond imagination shaped the fate of countless lives.
At the pinnacle stood the Ye Family, their dominance absolute, their influence reaching every corner of the realm.
Above their ancestral grounds, a majestic palace floated, wreathed in swirling Immortal Qi. Colossal spirit beasts—beings capable of annihilating entire sects—patrolled the skies, tamed as if they were mere pets. The scenery was otherworldly, a true fairyland suspended above the mortal world.
At the heart of the palace lay a chamber of unimaginable opulence.
In its center, a bed carved from flawless Immortal Jade radiated waves of essence—cultivating here would yield results twice as fast, with half the effort. Such a treasure would ignite wars if it appeared in any auction, yet here it was just furniture.
A young man lay upon the jade bed, his robes pure white, his features sharp and noble. He stirred, slowly opening his eyes, their depths holding a flicker of confusion.
"Where is this...?" Ye Qian sat up, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar splendor.
He was not where he was supposed to be.
Before he could steady himself, a flood of alien memories surged into his mind. His skull throbbed, threatening to split, but the pain faded as quickly as it came. The memories settled, merging seamlessly with his consciousness.
This is... a cultivation world? And I've crossed over into a dead man's body?
His name remained Ye Qian. He hadn't expected to keep his original name after transmigration.
More importantly, his background was heaven-defying. As the Young Master of the Ye Family, his lineage was unmatched. He was arguably the most noble existence in the entire Immortal Realm. No power dared provoke him. Anything he desired was within easy reach.
With such a tyrannical background, why had the original owner died?
Sifting through the memories, Ye Qian learned that his predecessor possessed not only a noble identity but also terrifying cultivation talent. He had the Supreme Immortal Body—a physique so rare that the heavens themselves seemed jealous.
Those born with this physique cultivated at god-like speeds, far surpassing mere prodigies. Such a constitution appeared only once in a million years. The last recorded holder had become a Great Emperor—an existence who founded the Ye Family itself.
When Ye Qian was born, the heavens changed. Golden light illuminated the world, and Immortal Qi swirled around his infant form. The aura he radiated was so terrifying that even the current Ancestor of the Ye Family trembled.
Examinations confirmed that Ye Qian had perfectly inherited the Founder's Supreme Immortal Body. The entire Ye Family rejoiced. His potential was limitless—he was destined to reach the Great Emperor Realm, perhaps even surpass the Founder.
From birth, he was crowned the Young Master, the future ruler of the Ye Family.
With the Supreme Immortal Body and fueled by the family's infinite resources—treasures, immortal medicines—Ye Qian's progress was terrifying.
At just eighteen, he had reached the peak of the Enlightenment Realm.
Top-tier prodigies of his generation were, at best, in the Divine Ability Realm. He had surpassed them by more than a full major realm. The Supreme Immortal Body was simply that unreasonable.
But the original Ye Qian was never satisfied. Desperate to break through to the Holy Induction Realm, he rushed his cultivation. His rapid progress left his state of mind unstable, birthing a Heart Demon.
For a cultivator, a Heart Demon was fatal. One misstep meant Qi Deviation and death.
Despite sensing the Heart Demon, the original owner arrogantly attempted to force the breakthrough. The backlash was instant. His soul shattered.
That was when the current Ye Qian arrived. Aided by a mysterious System, his soul entered the empty vessel and fused with the remaining fragments of the predecessor's spirit. This fusion ensured a perfect fit, preventing the terrifying powerhouses of the Ye Family from noticing any anomaly.
Without that fusion, they would have instantly detected that his soul did not belong. The result would have been forced soul extraction and total Soul Scattering.
Realizing the System had saved him from immediate execution, Ye Qian let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Good. The System is capable. Otherwise... I would really be done for.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a mechanical, synthetic voice rang out in his brain.
[Ding! Master, please rest assured. The Great Villain System will assist Master in eliminating all worries.]
A voice speaking directly inside one's Sea of Consciousness would have terrified any native cultivator. But as a transmigrator, Ye Qian accepted it instantly. Strange or not, this System was the foundation of his survival in this world.
"...Wait. Great Villain System?!"
Ye Qian froze. The memories he'd absorbed painted a picture of arrogance and dominance, and the System's name confirmed it. He hadn't just transmigrated—he was the antagonist.
Ye Qian understood the implications perfectly. A villain was never written to walk peacefully to the end. His fate was to be destroyed so the protagonist could rise.
His gaze deepened, a faint chill sliding through his chest. If this world followed the script, someone out there already regarded him as a target for execution.