"The world... demands..."
Lu Ze muttered to himself, deep in thought within his room.
No matter what, he wanted to integrate the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao into his server.
This was crucial for his future ambitions in the demonic path.
But the problem was, to incorporate it into the server, he first needed to earn its recognition.
The condition? Create a world that met its requirements.
Even the entire Tianxuan Sect, pooling their resources for centuries, had failed to decipher what the remnant spirit truly sought.
How could he possibly understand its intentions?
To make matters worse,
Lu Ze was only at the Golden Core stage of cultivation. The illusory realm his divine sense could create spanned a mere two kilometers at most.
How could such a limited space ever qualify as a "world"?
Could he rely on tricks like those used in "Immortal Realm Domination"?
Lu Ze shook his head, immediately dismissing the idea.
"Immortal Realm Domination" worked because its real-time strategy format inherently required that perspective.
"What should I do...? Do I really have to reach the Nascent Soul or even the Divine Transformation stage before I can obtain the server?"
Lu Ze frowned.
Cultivating to Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation wasn't impossible—given his system's speed, he could afford to wait.
But while he could wait, the Tianxuan Sect might not have that luxury.
What if the remnant spirit suddenly went berserk and self-destructed?
The sect's annihilation would be trivial compared to the catastrophic explosion of his server.
So no matter what, he needed to secure the remnant spirit as soon as possible.
"What's all this grumbling about? Nascent Soul? Divine Transformation? Did you finally come to your senses and decide to stop messing around with crooked methods?"
Nangong Yuan, who happened to be passing by, heard the commotion and pushed the door open with a laugh.
In his view, if Lu Ze didn't start cultivating seriously soon, he'd end up dead sooner or later.
Abandoning illusions and focusing on cultivation was the best thing he could do.
"Master..."
Lu Ze hesitated.
He had promised Chi Shengtian not to reveal anything about the remnant spirit until it was resolved.
"Tell me, with my current cultivation, how can I create an expansive illusory space? Ideally, one that could barely qualify as a small world?"
"Ha! With your pitiful cultivation, you want to craft a world? Dream on!"
Nangong Yuan didn't bother hiding his disdain for Lu Ze's level.
"If you want to call something a 'world,' it needs a complete set of laws... Do you, a mere Foundation Establishment brat, even understand laws?"
"What about aside from laws? Is there a way to solve the spatial limitations?"
Lu Ze pressed, unwilling to give up.
For him, the spatial issue was even more pressing than the laws.
Laws?
He could just adapt the vast lore from his past life's works and tweak the game rules accordingly.
"Space? You little rascal, always looking for shortcuts..."
Nangong Yuan chuckled, stroking his beard as he pondered briefly.
"If you just want to expand the spatial scope, there is a shortcut."
Lu Ze's eyes lit up. "Really? How?"
"Watch closely, you impudent disciple!"
Nangong Yuan, rarely seeing Lu Ze so eager to learn, couldn't help feeling pleased.
He extended his left palm, pinching his fingers together.
A clump of soil appeared in his palm.
As spiritual energy poured in, a sprout emerged, unfurling into a leafy green stem topped with a blooming flower.
Lu Ze was puzzled. "Master, what does this mean?"
"Patience!"
Nangong Yuan glared at him, then raised his right hand.
A basic spell seal formed, and a droplet of water fell from his fingertip, landing precisely on the leaf.
"See how the leaf under the droplet appears larger?"
Nangong Yuan pointed at the magnified leaf.
"Yeah, a magnifying glass. I get that,"
Lu Ze nodded, still confused.
"But it's just an illusion—the leaf hasn't actually grown."
"Exactly," Nangong Yuan continued.
"If we treat the divine sense space as the leaf, then applying a spell like this droplet can 'expand' the space."
With that, he cast another spell, projecting the image of the leaf under the droplet into the air.
Then he enlarged it, again and again...
The once-clear image gradually blurred, pixelating like a mosaic.
A flash of inspiration struck Lu Ze.
"But here's the catch: after spatial expansion, the constructs within the divine sense space lose their usual precision. The larger the space, the cruder the details... Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nangong Yuan was baffled by Lu Ze's barely contained excitement.
"Where can I learn this droplet spell to expand divine sense space?"
Lu Ze asked urgently.
"Ha! Since you're finally showing initiative, I’ll gift you this mediocre little technique."
Nangong Yuan didn't drag it out, tossing a thin manual into Lu Ze's hands.
There was no reason to hoard it—it was practically useless.
Once the divine sense space was enlarged, everything inside would stretch and blur.
What good was a bizarre, foggy secret realm that only boasted size?
Yet Lu Ze treated it like a treasure, bowing deeply to Nangong Yuan before locking himself in his room to experiment.
"How odd..."
Nangong Yuan mused.
He tried to recall—had he really neglected to teach Lu Ze proper spells before, focusing only on artifacts due to his low cultivation?
No wonder the boy was overjoyed by what was essentially a trash-tier manual.
"That unfilial disciple... I really ought to pass down something better."
With a sigh, Nangong Yuan resolved to share some real techniques with Lu Ze in the future.
......
An hour later,
a cry of triumph rang out from Lu Ze's room.
"It worked!!!"
Staring into his divine sense space—now expanded tens of thousands of times—Lu Ze's eyes shone with exhilaration.
The spatial problem was solved!
But just as Nangong Yuan had warned,
the enlarged space came at a cost: every object inside appeared stretched and foggy, their outlines pixelated like low-resolution images.
Yet this was exactly what Lu Ze wanted.
The moment Nangong Yuan explained the expansion principle, an idea had struck him—a game that could thrive under these very limitations:
Minecraft.
Low resolution?
No problem. It was a blocky game to begin with—pixelation was part of the charm.
With enough space and enough blocks, what kind of world couldn't he build?
A grin spread across Lu Ze's face.
"If I don’t know what kind of world you want..."
"Then I’ll let you create it yourself!"
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