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!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
