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!"
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."
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
