After Lu Ze manually shut down the entire Cultivation World’s [Ray Tracing] system in the backend of "My World," the remnant of the Heavenly Dao finally returned to normal.
“Hmph, this Heavenly Dao was merely holding back its full strength,” the Heavenly Dao remnant declared arrogantly, without a hint of embarrassment.
“Ah, yes, yes, of course,” Lu Ze cheerfully agreed, then muttered to himself:
“But even if everyone in the Cultivation World used [Ray Tracing] together, it shouldn’t have overloaded like this…”
“I’ll say it again: this Heavenly Dao did not overload,” the remnant insisted righteously.
“I see… Did you perhaps optimize the entire illusory world of the opponent?” Lu Ze suddenly asked, a spark of inspiration lighting up his mind.
The Heavenly Dao remnant responded confidently, “What’s wrong with that?”
“That’s a huge problem… From now on, you should only apply the spells near their actual location; otherwise, all that optimization is pointless,” Lu Ze realized with a start.
No wonder Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t sustain their spiritual energy consumption, and no wonder the Heavenly Dao remnant was crashing from overload.
Turns out this guy was cranking the power consumption to the max…
“Hmph, so what if I apply it everywhere? This Heavenly Dao… Fine, since you little ant insist, I’ll give you a break this once,” the remnant said with a swagger.
Lu Ze didn’t bother to expose him and instead asked about something else:
“By the way… isn’t the spiritual energy you demand from cultivators too much? Today, many cultivators collapsed from exhaustion. If this continues, it won’t be good for either of us.”
“Heh, does this Heavenly Dao care about the ants’ spiritual energy? It’s just that I’m too weak myself!” The remnant sneered arrogantly.
“Besides, being able to exchange spiritual energy for spell blessings from me is a huge blessing for the ants!”
Lu Ze’s eyes lit up. “Oh? How so?”
“Heh, the spiritual energy refined by this Heavenly Dao becomes far purer than ordinary…”
“Spells nourished by this kind of spiritual energy are equivalent to training in a place rich with spiritual energy.”
“Moreover, these spells carry the will of this Heavenly Dao.”
“If you can comprehend even half of it, it will be a tremendous gift for you ants.”
Lu Ze actually found himself believing the Heavenly Dao remnant’s words.
After all, no matter how incomplete, it was still a product of the Heavenly Dao.
However, when it came to the claim about the Heavenly Dao’s will, Lu Ze wasn’t so sure.
It was one thing for the Heavenly Dao will from a thousand years ago to be trustworthy.
But to comprehend the half-broken will of the current Heavenly Dao remnant? That path was likely to go astray…
“If that’s truly the case, then we’re in luck from now on…” Lu Ze secretly rejoiced.
The very existence of the illusory game was fundamentally at odds with the path of cultivation.
In the short term, it could indeed attract cultivators to relax and play.
After all, slowing down cultivation for a year or two wouldn’t matter much to most cultivators, especially those stuck at bottlenecks.
But in the long run, it wouldn’t work.
Even if cultivators genuinely enjoyed playing, their sects would intervene.
But with the Heavenly Dao remnant’s blessing, things were different.
Playing in the illusion was equivalent to cultivating?
What a wonderful thing!
If playing games in a previous life could boost exam scores, Lu Ze dared not imagine how many perfect scorers a school would have.
The sects wouldn’t just refrain from intervening—they would actively encourage their disciples to spend more time in the illusion.
Play!
Play to your heart’s content!!
Originally, he only thought he had found a server for the illusion realm and a scapegoat for the system.
He never expected the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao to have such an effect.
Looks like he really has to keep this lord well-fed and pampered.
“Hmph, I’ve fulfilled your request, but when will you show me that efficiency you promised—the one that shortens time to just a hundred years?”
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao asked.
“Soon, very soon,”
Lu Ze replied with a smile.
“Remember, I’m only giving you one month,”
the remnant spirit warned coldly.
“All right, all right... By the way, don’t you want to change your look? Right now, cultivators see you and think you’re childish.”
Lu Ze glanced at the remnant spirit, who looked like a little bun with cataracts, and suddenly got an idea.
“Change my look? Into what?”
The remnant spirit was puzzled.
“How about this?”
Lu Ze casually tweaked some data, and instantly the remnant spirit transformed into a character wearing a blue shirt, with a buzz cut and white eyes.
The remnant spirit studied the new appearance for a long time.
There was an indescribable sense of wickedness about it.
“Not bad,”
the remnant spirit surprisingly gave a rare approving answer.
“That’s good.”
Lu Ze grinned.
This was the character HIM, the most talked-about urban legend in his previous life’s game, *Minecraft*.
In *Annoying Villagers*, HIM was the ultimate villain who destroyed the world.
This quirky, volatile remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, who could blow up the Tianxuan Sect at any moment, was actually somewhat similar.
“Oh, and you’d better give yourself a nickname... How about ‘Black Curtain’?”
“Hmm, later I’ll add some obsidian spell modules for you... you can come and get them yourself.”
“Don’t just stay stuck in the main world. When you have free time, go visit players’ illusion realms more often...”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
