Thunderpeak Mountain, Qingyun Pavilion.
"Master, I'm truly fine... If you don't believe me, use your divine sense to inspect my body!"
Zhong Yi patted his chest, his expression utterly sincere.
"Tch. Stubborn pride."
Zhao Wendao smirked without warmth.
Didn’t he know his disciple’s nature all too well?
A mighty Nascent Soul cultivator collapsing from exhaustion in an illusionary realm—even if something was wrong, he’d still insist he was perfectly fine.
"It’s true!! Not only am I fine... I even feel like my spiritual energy is more abundant than before!!"
Zhong Yi scratched his head anxiously, nearly rolling up his sleeves to flex his muscles for Zhao Wendao.
"Right, right. I believe you."
Zhao Wendao scoffed.
This only confirmed his earlier suspicions.
"Junior Brother Lu also explained that the earlier issue was due to the 'Ray Tracing' spell covering the entire world, consuming too much spiritual energy... But now it’s been adjusted, so it won’t happen again."
Zhong Yi spoke earnestly, pleading on Lu Ze’s behalf.
Not long ago, "My World" had issued an announcement:
The [High-Resolution Texture Pack] feature was now restricted to those below Foundation Establishment.
The [Ray Tracing] feature was now restricted to those below Nascent Soul.
Moreover, the features would automatically deactivate once spiritual energy consumption reached a certain threshold.
Effectively preventing any recurrence of the previous incident.
"Is that illusionary realm really that captivating?"
Zhao Wendao eyed Zhong Yi skeptically.
To praise it so fervently after being drained unconscious—wasn’t that a bit excessive?
Lately, he’d been engrossed in "Three Kingdoms Kill" with the elders, so he knew little about "My World."
"Captivating? That’s not the word!"
Zhong Yi straightened, his tone solemn.
"I was gaining knowledge in that realm! Master, do you know? 'My World' isn’t just about creation—you can even develop spells there! It’s incredibly beneficial for cultivation!"
Of course, this was all exaggeration.
He was still obsessed with redstone circuits and automation, barely scratching the surface of mods.
"Truly so profound?"
Seeing Zhong Yi’s dead-serious expression, Zhao Wendao wavered.
"Absolutely!"
"Fine. Then this master will give it a try... Just to see if there’s anything unusual about this illusionary realm."
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Swordpeak Mountain, Bingyi Pavilion.
"Senior Sister Li, don’t be disheartened... You’ve already set Lingxiao Sect’s record for fastest Nascent Soul breakthrough! With your talent, reaching the next realm is only a matter of time!"
Zhou Qiaoling, who rarely comforted others, spoke up—mainly because Swordpeak’s exclusive spirit fruits were irresistibly delicious.
"I’m not disheartened... And slow down."
Watching Zhou Qiaoling devour the fruits, Li Moran couldn’t help but smile faintly.
Lately, she’d been secluded in Juexiang Cliff, attempting to break through.
Alas, she’d fallen just short at the final hurdle.
"By the way, Senior Sister Li, why not join us in the illusionary realm to relax? Otherwise, you’ll go into seclusion again, and I won’t get to enjoy these fruits for ages."
Wiping her mouth, Zhou Qiaoling made the suggestion.
"Illusionary realm? Junior Brother Lu’s creation?"
A flicker of interest passed through Li Moran’s frosty eyes.
"Oh? Don’t tell me you’ve tried it? I thought you wouldn’t care for such things..."
Zhou Qiaoling’s eyes widened in shock.
In her memory, this senior sister cared for nothing but cultivation and the sword.
"I’ve heard a little."
Li Moran nodded slightly.
"Then come with us! Senior Brother Zhong is obsessed with studying villagers, and we’ve been stuck on a Golden Core demon king for ages..."
Zhou Qiaoling eagerly began describing the wonders of "My World."
"Mods? Spells? Custom creations?"
Among the features Zhou Qiaoling listed, Li Moran was particularly intrigued by the modding function.
There was something inexplicably profound about Lu Ze’s illusionary realm.
"Exactly! Yesterday, that old fiend Lu mentioned you could develop personalized spells through mods... Sounded fascinating!"
Zhou Qiaoling nodded vigorously.
"Old fiend Lu?"
Hearing Zhou Qiaoling’s nickname for Lu Ze, the corners of Li Moran’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
It was oddly fitting.
"Very well. I’ll accompany you for a while."
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Thunderpeak Mountain, summit.
"Marvelous, simply marvelous..."
Zhao Wendao stroked his white beard, murmuring in admiration.
After a day studying "My World’s" modding feature, he’d discovered its underlying principles were indeed profound.
They shared similarities with cultivation spells, yet diverged in key aspects.
But those differences followed their own flawless logic—self-contained and coherent.
For someone devoted to spellcraft, this was nothing short of revelatory.
"Rule-setting... Operational pathways... Manifestation effects..."
Tugging his beard, Zhao Wendao pondered the essentials of modding.
He wanted to integrate his thunder techniques.
Yet certain nuances kept the mod from functioning smoothly.
"Fascinating!"
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Three days passed swiftly.
Ding Mingcang arrived early at Lingxiao Peak’s forbidden grounds, kneeling on one knee before the entrance.
"Elder Ding Mingcang of Linxian Peak requests the Sect Master’s decree!"
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