In his previous life, "Minecraft" was a god-tier sandbox game. Its greatest strength was its limitless ceiling—every imaginable world could be created within it. If he could recreate this, no matter what kind of world the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao desired, it could decide for itself. Lu Ze refused to believe this wouldn’t meet the requirements!
Once the requirements were met, and the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao was repurposed as his server host, things would get truly interesting.
Why did he keep provoking conflicts among righteous cultivators?
To repay karma and contribute to the cultivation world, of course!
You wouldn’t want to see the Tianxuan Sect blown up, would you?
Why was his cultivation advancing so rapidly?
Because he had formed a bond with the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, enjoying its divine protection!
Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
The more Lu Ze thought about it, the more excited he became.
This remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t just solve his server problem—it would also be his perfect scapegoat!
Unbeatable!
Once his mind was made up, Lu Ze immediately set to work crafting the illusionary realm.
The foundational construction of "Minecraft" wasn’t difficult.
Simply put, its unparalleled freedom—the source of its near-infinite possibilities—stemmed from its basic building blocks:
1x1 cubes.
Like assembling Lego bricks, countless cubes could be pieced together to form anything imaginable.
This formed the boundless potential of "form."
As for the "essence" within, it was bestowed through mod loaders akin to map editors.
With both form and essence intact, any world could be manifested within this illusionary realm.
For now, Lu Ze was crafting the most basic version.
The basic version wasn’t hard to make.
No flashy special effects were needed, nor intricate artistic design.
Lu Ze only had to recreate the 300-plus types of blocks from his past life, each with its own unique properties.
At this stage, the preliminary preparations for the illusionary realm were complete.
Next came the generation of various environments, the distribution of biomes, the rules of combat and creation…
Once these were encoded, the illusionary world began to take shape.
This was, without a doubt, the fastest illusionary realm Lu Ze had ever constructed.
The rule sets were ready-made.
The art style was minimalist.
Special effects were nonexistent.
In just a single night, Lu Ze had created the first prototype world.
He activated creative mode, soaring into the sky to survey the entire landscape.
The illusion-crafting technique was indeed powerful.
The illusionary world now looked even better than the original game from his past life.
There was none of the expected shoddiness, which eased Lu Ze’s concerns.
Having pushed the software to its limits, Lu Ze began pondering whether there were ways to upgrade the hardware.
Things like shaders from his past life, for instance…
But for now, the in-game development wasn’t finished, so such considerations would have to wait.
Lu Ze wasn’t foolish enough to transplant "Minecraft" wholesale from his past life.
Certain elements needed localization.
For example, emeralds, the in-game currency, were replaced with pale blue spirit stones.
Netherite was swapped out for Mystic Iron, which served a similar purpose.
Redstone technology was replaced with artifact-forging techniques from the cultivation world…
After localizing appearances and names, Lu Ze didn’t stop there.
A crucial point was the difference in world settings.
To align with the cultivation world’s context, the protagonist—the player—should logically be a cultivator.
Adding an independent combat or leveling system wasn’t difficult for Lu Ze.
But the problem was, if too much emphasis was placed on cultivation and combat power, the core "creation" aspect of the original game would be severely diminished.
The reason was simple.
If you could annihilate demons with a single sword strike, what purpose would contraptions like mob farms or iron golem grinders serve?
If you reached the Golden Core stage and no longer needed food, was there any point in building animal farms?
The answer was no.
Thus, Lu Ze decided to design a combat and progression system—but one that wouldn’t become overpowered.
Players would still need to rely on tools and external aids for exploration.
Otherwise, if players fixated solely on leveling up and boosting their cultivation…
Why wouldn’t they just cultivate in reality or seek out other, more engaging illusionary realms?
While localizing, Lu Ze refused to abandon "Minecraft’s" core appeal—that was his philosophy.
He quickly devised settings for spiritual roots, skills, and professions.
They would offer some fun and utility without disrupting the game’s balance.
"Since we’re adding a cultivation system, monster difficulty needs to keep up…"
Lu Ze rubbed his temples.
Well, this was turning into a massive project.
Far beyond the workload of simple localization.
This was essentially a colossal modpack.
And balance had to be carefully maintained to avoid stripping away the original fun.
Lu Ze began drafting more detailed game plans.
For instance, the quantity, variety, and strength of monsters.
With an enhanced combat system, the original game’s two bosses would be laughably inadequate.
Lu Ze designed multiple bosses based on regional divisions.
He also added hidden sects in high-difficulty zones…
After three full days of work,
Lu Ze finally completed this mega modpack.
He named it "Spiritual Awakening."
As the game progressed, spiritual energy would gradually recover, and the combat system’s ceiling would slowly rise.
This way, the early game would retain the pacing of the original "Minecraft,"
while the mid-to-late game would incorporate the thrill of cultivation and combat.
Sounded intriguing enough.
Lu Ze exited the illusionary realm and stretched.
"Time to meet the future server."
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Tianxuan Mountain, Council Hall.
"What? It’s already done?"
Lu Ze’s sudden visit left Chi Shengtian utterly flabbergasted.
Three days? Even crafting an illusionary realm the size of a sect would be a monumental challenge, let alone an entire world!
"Young man, are you trying to pass off some half-baked work as the real deal?"
Lv Gu scowled, his face dark with displeasure.
In his view, given Lu Ze’s current cultivation level, the mental space he could create wouldn’t exceed a radius of a thousand meters.
How could something he made dare call itself a world?
Preposterous!
"Of course not! Elder Lv, do you really think the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao is a fool? How could anyone deceive it?"
Lu Ze blinked, feigning confusion as he shot back.
The retort left Lv Gu even more irritated.
Wasn’t that supposed to be his line?
Now Lu Ze had stolen it…
And somehow, it felt like a veiled insult—as if implying he himself couldn’t pass the test…
"Young friend Lu, fine work takes time. Perhaps you should refine it further before attempting this," Lin An suggested tactfully.
"No need."
Lu Ze shook his head.
"Given my current cultivation level, this illusionary realm is the most perfect answer I can offer at this stage."
"If even this fails to meet the test of the Heaven's Dao remnant spirit..."
"Then I’ll have to wait until I reach the Nascent Soul realm before attempting again."
Chi Shengtian and Lin An exchanged a glance, finding Lu Ze’s reasoning sound.
After all, it was worth letting him try—if only to gain some experience.
"Very well. Young friend Lu, you may proceed... However, after a millennium of entangled karma, the Heaven's Dao remnant spirit is no longer as rational as it once was. It can be capricious, so you must tread carefully."
With that, Chi Shengtian raised two fingers and swiftly traced an array around Lu Ze’s body.
A starlit sigil etched itself between Lu Ze’s brows—a permit to enter the sealing formation.
Lu Ze stepped before the Heaven's Dao remnant spirit.
He produced the illusionary crystal of "My World" and placed it into the Illusionary Tower, declaring in a clear voice:
"Disciple Lu Ze of the Lingxiao Sect has created a realm of his own. I humbly request the Heaven's Dao to judge it!"
With those words, his consciousness sank into the crystal, quietly awaiting the remnant spirit’s response.
Moments later, a faint golden light slowly coalesced before him.
[Player "I Am the True Heaven's Dao" has joined your world.]
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
