Grand Scene Live Broadcast System, War Correspondent?

This was a forest of towering trees, lush green and brimming with life.

But it was also fraught with hidden dangers.

At that moment, a man in blue lay slanted across a thick tree trunk.

The look in the blue-clad man's eyes was a mix of unease and excitement, all because a system panel had appeared before him.

Grand Scene Live Broadcast System: Broadcast grand scenes—the grander the scene, the richer the reward.

"I wonder if ten thousand top-tier prodigies clashing and slaughtering each other in the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins counts as a grand scene?"

The man murmured, and with a try-it-and-see attitude, he clicked the broadcast button.

[Ding! Broadcast successful]

[B-Class Scene: Heavenly Prodigy Divine Ruins Journey]

[Current viewers: 200,000... 2,000,000... 2,000,000,000]

Below, bullet comments flashed by.

The viewer count skyrocketed, and the man's anxious heart finally settled.

"It really works, hahaha!"

Pei Xingzhi threw his head back and laughed, but as he laughed, tears began to fall.

He had obtained the system ten years ago and had always dreamed of broadcasting a grand scene. Unfortunately, given his status and position, he had never encountered one.

The system's evaluation for a grand scene required at least D-Class.

So for over a decade, despite having the system, he had received no help from it at all.

Luckily, his talent was decent.

Now, he had finally encountered his first grand scene.

And its evaluation had reached B-Class.

As long as he successfully completed this broadcast, he would obtain an incredible reward.

After the excitement and joy subsided, Pei Xingzhi immediately got up, ready to search for the scene to broadcast.

Whatever he saw would be broadcast.

The reason he had attracted so many viewers so quickly was that once a broadcast succeeded, the footage would appear directly in the sky over the Dark Continent.

Anyone who looked up could see it.

But to see the broadcast content, Pei Xingzhi had to find it himself.

Just then.

A sword light that cleaved the earth grazed his shoulder and swept across the entire forest. In an instant, a forest spanning who knows how many millions of acres was half-destroyed.

The ground split open, ten thousand beasts wailed in agony, and distant mountain peaks were cleaved in two.

Beans of cold sweat dripped uncontrollably from Pei Xingzhi's forehead.

His eyes went vacant, stunned senseless.

Just as he came to his senses, he heard a roar that traveled from near to far, gradually fading away.

"Lu Yuan, if you dare kill me, my Lu clan members will be buried with me. Even Qingling Star Travel won't be able to protect them—I said so!"

Then, another cold voice swept past overhead.

"The dead hold no value at all. I'm very curious to see if the Dark Immortal Hall would offend Qingling Star Travel for the sake of a corpse."

The two voices gradually faded into the distance.

Pei Xingzhi immediately snapped to attention, a wild joy surging in his eyes.

He recognized the owners of both voices.

One was the supreme prodigy Lu Yuan.

The other was Zhao Wuji, the Young Master of the Dark Immortal Hall.

And wasn't this exactly the grand scene he had been desperately searching for?

Without hesitation, Pei Xingzhi immediately activated his best concealment technique and chased after the two.

At this moment, Pei Xingzhi had transformed into a warzone reporter, broadcasting everything he saw.

Meanwhile, on the Dark Continent.

Countless people looked up at the sky.

Staring at the images in the sky, they remained silent for a long time, because all their complaints, all their astonishment, all their thoughts would appear below the sky images through their intent.

"Holy crap, it's the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins!"

"My thoughts can actually be displayed in real time—how amazing is this? Which great power pulled this off?"

"Can anyone tell me what the hell this thing is? Is the content in the images real or not?"

"Can you see me? Can you see me?"

"Idiot upstairs!"

"Holy shit, what am I seeing? Lu Yuan is hunting down the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master?"

"Lu Yuan is still Lu Yuan, the boss is still the boss. I wonder how the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master pissed him off."

"Heh, I'm more curious what the Dark Immortal Hall will do if Lu Yuan actually kills their Young Master."

Human nature is just being a spectator.

The livestream had only appeared a short while ago, but many had already adapted and were enjoying it.

After all, neither the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins, nor Lu Yuan and the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master, were levels they could ever touch.

Inside the Lu Family Manor.

Over two hundred thousand Lu clan members were also gazing at the sky.

Seeing Lu Yuan display his overwhelming might, their emotions surged with excitement.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"Oooh!"

But some of the elders furrowed their brows.

"What is Lu Yuan doing? The Lu family is at its weakest right now; we should be conserving strength, not running around provoking enemies. Lu Yuan is truly not a good choice for Family Head."

Vast Domain, Vast Academy.

Su Qingyao and Jiang Shengyi lifted their heads, staring at the scene in the image with dazed eyes, yet also carrying a glimmer of hope.

Only now that they were truly in the Dark Continent did they understand how insignificant and lowly their status was.

And they understood even more how Lu Yuan, who had once seemed like an impenetrable fog in their eyes, was an existence so lofty they could only look up to him.

Even if the Lu family had fallen, he was still someone they could only gaze at from afar.

Not to mention that at this very moment, Lu Yuan was hunting down the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master.

After all, even the underling of the underling of the underling of the underling of the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master could easily control their life and death.

"If only we could stay by the Young Master's side," Jiang Shengyi said, her gaze distant.

Meanwhile, from another direction in the same Vast Academy.

Lin Hao unconsciously clenched his fists.

In his heart, he prayed that Lu Yuan would definitely die inside the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins.

After the initial shock and panic, people began to carefully watch the livestream's content.

At the same time, they wondered whether Lu Yuan would actually kill Zhao Wuji, the Dark Immortal Hall's Young Master.

And if Lu Yuan killed Zhao Wuji, how would the Dark Immortal Hall react?

Would they fly into a rage?

Or would they act as if nothing happened, just as Lu Yuan said—that a dead man held no value at all?

As for why Lu Yuan was hunting Zhao Wuji, no one cared.

Who was right and who was wrong? No one cared about that either.

In the Dark Continent, people held only one truth: whoever had the bigger fist was right.

At this moment, inside the Divine Martial Heavenly Ruins.

Zhao Wuji had been cornered by Lu Yuan with no way out.