In the blink of an eye,
half a month had passed.
During this time, the Nine Realms Alliance underwent tremendous changes once again.
The cultivation levels of all devoted Daoist couples soared rapidly, with those like Elder Zhen and Xiong Tian, who had successfully pursued love, even breaking through to the Dao Mirror realm.
Beyond that, several previously obscure dual-cultivation sects within the Nine Realms suddenly rose to prominence.
This abrupt shift left Elder Zhen and the others both exhilarated and uneasy—basking in the intoxicating sweetness of love while their cultivation surged, yet also unsettled by the inexplicable phenomenon.
News of these events quickly spread among the elite circles of every region.
"An entire region has turned into a land of romance and passion, with all dual-cultivating couples experiencing soaring cultivation levels—what kind of sage could be behind this?"
"This seems rather bizarre!"
"Indeed. We expected a sage of literature, swordsmanship, or blades, but never..."
"Regardless, such profound alterations to the laws of heaven and earth must be tied to a sage."
"Exactly. Let’s head to the Nine Realms Alliance to investigate and determine which sage has awakened—and which Dao they embody!"
Once the news spread, experts from all regions flocked to the Nine Realms Alliance.
The upheaval was so great that even the usually bustling Yun Lake stood deserted.
For a time,
the Nine Realms Alliance became a gathering place for the realm’s most formidable figures.
Amidst the chaos in the Nine Realms Alliance, Yi Feng and Piaomiao Hong had already arrived in the Heavenly Domain.
Before coming here, Yi Feng had imagined the Heavenly Domain as a place of ethereal immortal energy, a paradise he longed to see.
Yet upon arrival, he discovered it was nothing but a land of ruthless, treacherous waters.
This was no continent, but an endless ocean.
Scattered across the sea were sparse islands.
With a dense population and limited land, every island became a fiercely contested territory.
Some islands changed hands daily, embroiled in perpetual warfare.
Small islands were occupied by minor factions, while larger ones were held by powerful forces. To survive on an island, one either had to join the ruling faction or pay tribute to its overlord.
Despite the fierce competition for land, the scarce space could never accommodate the overflowing population.
Thus, the ocean was teeming with ships of all sizes.
Similarly, minor factions operated small vessels, while major powers commanded massive ships.
Some clans even lived entirely aboard their ships.
A single misstep could spell annihilation—wiped out without a trace.
These ships were also strictly ranked,
distinguished by the color of their flags: white, green, blue, purple, and red...
White flags marked the lowest rank, while red flags were reserved only for the Heavenly Domain’s top-tier factions.
"This is the Teleportation Island, a neutral territory housing the Heavenly Domain’s inter-regional teleportation arrays," Piaomiao Hong explained to Yi Feng. "It’s jointly managed by the Heavenly Domain’s major powers, and violence is strictly forbidden here. Anyone who breaks this rule faces annihilation by the combined might of these factions."
"Of course, don’t even think about starting trouble," Piaomiao Hong added, noticing Yi Feng’s restless energy. "While you would be besieged, none of the guards here can actually breach your defenses."
"But wouldn’t their factions still come after me?" Yi Feng asked.
"You’re overestimating things," Piaomiao Hong chuckled. "Do you really think these major powers would wage an endless war over a minor rule against someone of your strength?"
"Rules like these exist to control the weak. True powerhouses don’t abide by such trivialities."
"In fact, if you were to display your strength here, those factions wouldn’t lift a finger against you—they’d probably bend over backward to recruit you!"
"Fair enough," Yi Feng conceded awkwardly, lowering the forty-meter greatsword he’d been subtly gripping.
"Most people come to Teleportation Island not just for teleportation, but for trade," Piaomiao Hong continued. "Teleportation costs a fortune, so only the wealthy can afford it. Those who do often bring back rare goods from other regions, turning the island into one of the Heavenly Domain’s largest markets."
"You’ll find grand auction houses, exclusive trading halls, and underground black markets here."
"Beyond the factions, the Heavenly Domain also has the Linglong Pavilion—the most influential force of all."
"To be precise, the Linglong Pavilion stands above all other factions. Its influence spans not just the Heavenly Domain, but every major region of the Yunxing world."
"And the marvel that drives the Heavenly Domain—no, the entire Yunxing world—mad? That too comes from the Linglong Pavilion."
"You mean that ‘mystical place’ you mentioned earlier?" Yi Feng tilted his head.
"To be exact, it’s not a physical location, but a virtual space created through transcendent means."
"And this space is called... Virtual Life."
"Virtual Life?!" Yi Feng’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
That name was way too familiar—there’d been a game by the same name in his past life!
"Entering Virtual Life is simple. Just pay a fee at the Linglong Pavilion to create your character, and you can roam freely within it."
"In Virtual Life, people can chat, trade, and battle without restrictions."
"If you die there, all your possessions and progress vanish. In other words, your character is erased from Virtual Life."
"To re-enter, you’d have to pay the Linglong Pavilion again and start from scratch."
"Because of this, someone who thrives in Virtual Life might be a nobody in reality, yet a powerhouse in the virtual world."
"Oh, and in Virtual Life, you can interact with people from across the Yunxing world."
"But beware of scams. That adorable, all-powerful dual-cultivation partner of yours might just be a stinky, bearded man in reality..."
"Of course, some get lucky—finding their soulmate in Virtual Life and bringing the relationship into the real world. There’s even a term for it you’ve probably never heard: meet-up."
Piaomiao Hong laid out every detail meticulously.
But the more Yi Feng listened, the more his mind reeled.
This was literally just a video game.
This so-called "world" was a digital world!
And "stinky bearded man"? "Meet-up"?
He knew all about that.
Hell, he knew it too well.
Damn.
The creator of this "Virtual Life"... was probably another Earthling, wasn’t he?

ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”