"Just you?"
Wang Tai sneered at Lu Ze.
The latter met his gaze calmly:
"Just me."
"Good!"
Wang Tai clapped his hands with a cold laugh.
Above his head, a floating Memory Sphere slowly materialized.
He had clearly come prepared.
"Everything Junior Brother Lu just said has been recorded by the Memory Sphere... Don’t try to deny it later when we face the Second Elder, alright?"
Wang Tai pointed at the sphere with a sly grin.
It was a mystical artifact capable of capturing images.
He had been recording since the moment he entered, hiding it with an invisibility spell to avoid detection.
Having secluded himself for research these past few days, he had no idea what had transpired outside.
It wasn’t until the Second Elder personally sought him out that he learned Lu Ze had caused such a massive stir.
He had promised the Second Elder he would uncover the mastermind behind Demonic Sect Escape today—hence this confrontation.
He hadn’t expected Lu Ze to admit it so readily.
Not that he believed Lu Ze, of course.
But did that matter?
All he needed was someone to take the blame.
Once he handed Lu Ze over to the Second Elder, the elder had ways to extract the truth.
Every disciple of the Lingxiao Sect knew the Second Elder’s methods.
Completing the elder’s task while eliminating his most despised junior brother? A win-win.
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
Lu Ze showed no fear.
The Second Elder was ruthless, but the Lingxiao Sect was, after all, a righteous sect.
The foundational logic of Demonic Sect Escape was designed for cultivating the Shattered Cloud Art.
Surely the Second Elder couldn’t punish him too harshly.
Still, human hearts were unpredictable, and Lu Ze decided to take precautions.
"I’ll bring the Illusion Crystal now and go with you to face the Second Elder!"
Feigning anger, Lu Ze turned to retrieve the crystal.
"Finally showing some sense."
Wang Tai snorted.
"Hurry up. The Second Elder is waiting for us in the Judgment Hall!"
Watching Lu Ze’s back, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Was this guy...
tampering with the crystal?
"What are you doing!?"
Just as Wang Tai moved to stop him, Lu Ze handed the crystal over.
"Just checking for damage. Wouldn’t want you to have trouble explaining things."
Lu Ze’s expression was unreadable.
Wang Tai inspected the crystal closely but found nothing amiss, his suspicions fading.
In the span of a single breath, even he couldn’t have altered the crystal—what could Lu Ze have done?
No way to destroy evidence.
Satisfied, he stored the crystal in his spatial ring and gripped Lu Ze’s shoulder.
"Kneel and beg for forgiveness when we see the Second Elder!"
With that,
the two vanished.
......
......
Outer Sect, disciple dormitories.
"Move aside, my turn!"
"Wait, didn’t you just play?"
"Dammit, lost again! You guys fight dirty..."
"Ban the Misplaced Ghost, it’s broken!"
......
Around two miniature Illusion Towers, outer sect disciples crowded in line, eager for their turn.
At a hundred spirit stones apiece, the towers were a luxury most outer sect disciples couldn’t afford.
But a few wealthy ones could spare the cost.
"Heh, finally my turn..."
Zhang Ming rubbed his hands, ready for another run.
While he’d been busy grinding missions for spirit stones, rumors said the inner sect disciples had pushed the record past five thousand steps—a staggering feat.
Surpassing them was hopeless.
He’d aimed to beat his own record and compete with the inner sect.
But the moment he entered the game, a scroll unfurled before him:
[Server Announcement: The creator of Demonic Sect Escape is visiting the Judgment Hall. Fellow cultivators are welcome to join and exchange insights.]
"Holy shit!"
Zhang Ming immediately exited, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"The mastermind behind this illusion is at the Judgment Hall!"
Demonic Sect Escape had taken the sect by storm, and its creator was revered like a legend.
The outer sect erupted:
"For real?"
"A living master? I thought it was some ancient ancestor’s work!"
"Must see the grandmaster in person!"
"Move it! Latecomers won’t get a spot!"
"Maybe there are other illusions we haven’t seen yet!!"
......
In the inner sect, the news spread like wildfire through mental transmissions.
"What? The designer of Demonic Sect Escape is at the Judgment Hall?"
"Elder Ding’s territory... scary."
"Scared of what? The master invited us! Elder Ding wouldn’t disrespect a senior!"
"But why’s he there suddenly?"
"Probably discussing the Dao with Elder Ding... what else? You think he got arrested?"
"No time to waste, let’s go!"
......
Tempering Gold Peak, Body Refinement Secret Realm.
"Junior Brother Mu! Big news!!"
Zhong Yi rushed over, excitement written all over his face.
"Senior Brother Zhong, what is it?"
Mu Yawen didn’t pause his relentless training, his movements sharp and disciplined.
"The creator of Demonic Sect Escape is currently at Elder Ding’s Judgment Hall!"
"Oh? Now that’s rare."
Mu Yawen halted, flashing a bright grin.
"Wait for me, Senior Brother. I’ll change and go with you!"
......
Sword Inquiry Peak, Cliff of Lost Thoughts.
Amidst a storm of sword qi imbued with profound meaning, Li Moran’s figure suddenly stilled.
In that instant, every strand of sword qi around him shattered.
The usually howling gorge fell silent.
"The creator of the illusion?"
Reading Zhong Yi’s message, Li Moran frowned.
After a brief contemplation, he stepped onto a silver longsword.
"Worth meeting, I suppose."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
