"Even the elders are engrossed in it—could there be hidden depths within this illusion?"
The sect master of the Lingxiao Sect was skeptical after hearing Ding Mingcang's account.
If it were an ordinary illusion, someone of Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan's stature would never deign to indulge in it, let alone become obsessed.
"Every word I’ve spoken is true—I swear on my honor!"
Ding Mingcang declared firmly.
Ever since his return from Reflection Valley, his hatred for Lu Ze had only grown.
But with Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan shielding Lu Ze, he couldn’t find an opportunity to retaliate—unless Lu Ze made a mistake.
Then came My World.
Judging by previous illusions:
Escape from the Demon Sect trained movement techniques, Plants vs. Zombies honed swordplay, Cultivator’s Descent sharpened trap evasion, and Immortal Realm Domination refined strategy and command.
Though some connections were tenuous, they at least loosely tied to cultivation.
The only exception was Legends of the Three Kingdoms.
But Legends of the Three Kingdoms had become wildly popular among the elders of various sects—Ding Mingcang didn’t dare touch it.
My World, however, was different.
What purpose did it serve?
How did it aid cultivation?
It was pure entertainment!
Creating such an illusion could only corrupt the minds of cultivators!
Ding Mingcang felt he had finally found his chance and hurried to the sect master’s secluded retreat to request an order.
He refused to believe that even Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan could protect Lu Ze once the sect master’s decree was issued.
"Are you certain there’s no personal vendetta behind this?"
The sect master pressed again.
"I swear on my life, my only concern is purging this corrupting influence from our sect! This thing offers no benefit to cultivation—it only poisons the minds of our disciples!"
Ding Mingcang answered without flinching.
"Very well. If what you say is true, this menace must be eradicated without delay."
The sect master’s voice carried an unshakable authority.
"However, I am currently in a critical phase of seclusion and cannot intervene directly…"
"In one week’s time, I will grant you the sect master’s token and observe the situation within the sect through divine sense."
"If this mind-corrupting tool is indeed spreading among our ranks, all those involved will be expelled from the sect!"
Overjoyed, Ding Mingcang bowed deeply.
"Your disciple obeys!"
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At the same time.
Tianxuan Gate.
The divine resonance array surrounding the remnant of the Heavenly Dao was finally completed.
A formation capable of spanning the entire cultivation world was no small feat.
Nangong Yuan had handed the array’s structure to the Heavenly Dao remnant, which refined and personally deployed it. Then, all the elders and deacons of Tianxuan Gate pooled their efforts to bring it to fruition.
The cost in rare treasures had been astronomical, but Tianxuan Gate had no choice but to pay.
If they didn’t, their entire sect might cease to exist one day.
After half a month of tireless work, the server project was finally complete.
Having been away from the Lingxiao Sect for a full month, Lu Ze and his master finally returned.
Back in the Jade Spirit Pavilion, Lu Ze immediately accessed My World’s backend to analyze the current state of affairs.
As expected, the game’s active player count still lagged behind Immortal Realm Domination and Legends of the Three Kingdoms.
This was largely due to its inferior graphics.
However, players who spent more than an hour in My World tended to log in daily without fail.
Take Zhong Yi’s group of four, for example.
This proved that the sandbox gameplay of survival and creativity still had immense potential in the cultivation world—especially after Lu Ze fused creation with cultivation.
Once players reached the Foundation Establishment stage, this demand became even more pronounced.
For instance:
Growing spirit herbs or raising spirit beasts required spirit-gathering arrays.
These arrays needed spirit stones and monster materials as components.
Players could obtain these materials by mining or slaying monsters—or they could exploit villager trading halls and monster spawners for infinite resources.
Moreover, the effect of a single spirit-gathering array was limited. Stacking multiple arrays required redstone technology.
Though this world lacked circuitry, the foundational principles of formations shared similarities with circuits.
By integrating redstone with formations, Lu Ze had created a system even more versatile than its Earth counterpart.
As players delved deeper, My World’s allure only grew stronger.
"These numbers still aren’t enough…"
Lu Ze frowned, lost in thought.
He had boasted to the Heavenly Dao remnant that he would prove the efficiency of illusions in culling cultivators within a month.
But the current adoption rate left him unsatisfied.
It had to improve.
After some consideration, Lu Ze identified the primary obstacle: poor graphics.
This, at least, was an easy fix.
After tomorrow’s update, players could experience the Heavenly Dao remnant’s high-resolution texture packs and ray tracing—transforming the game’s visuals beyond imagination.
That alone would level the playing field.
The second issue was the lack of structured gameplay.
Right now, My World had no predefined objectives.
Players set their own goals.
Some aspired to be master builders.
Others sought to reach the Golden Core stage and wield earth-shattering power.
A few abandoned humanity altogether, obsessing over villagers and redstone.
While this boundless freedom was its strength, it also left many players directionless in a world starved for entertainment.
To address this, Lu Ze decided to introduce specialized game modes.
With his plan set, Lu Ze swiftly issued an in-game announcement:
[Version Update Notice:]
[My World will undergo a major update at 5 AM tomorrow. Key changes include:]
[1. Cross-realm multiplayer support—cultivators can now access the illusion even while on missions.]
[2. Adventure Mode, Custom Mode, and modding tools will be unlocked.]
[3. Drastic visual enhancements.]
[The illusion’s creator will host a live demonstration of the new features. Stay tuned!]
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
