Before diving into the creation of the MOBA fantasy realm, Lu Ze had numerous preparations to complete.
Take hero design, for example.
Games from his past life couldn’t be directly copied.
Even the Eastern-themed Honor of Kings featured characters largely tied to history—none of which existed in this world.
This meant every character had to be redesigned from scratch.
Character design involved two key aspects:
First, visual design; second, skill kit design.
For visuals, Lu Ze had played countless games in his past life. By stitching together elements from various skins and concept art, it wasn’t too difficult—just time-consuming.
"Oh right, the Soul-Jade Elixir!"
Lu Ze smacked his forehead, suddenly remembering the treasure he’d received as a system reward during his last secret realm expedition.
If he fed it to Zhong Yi’s cybernetic soul, maybe the "soul artist" would work even harder when sketching designs.
Well.
Now it’d be a literal "soul artist."
As for skill kit design…
Heroes in League of Legends had five skills.
Honor of Kings, aiming for lower entry barriers, reduced it to four.
Considering that more skills in the fantasy realm would raise the skill ceiling and deepen cultivators’ immersion,
League of Legends’ approach held an advantage.
Of course, skill effects needed localization and creative tweaks.
Numerical balancing was also necessary to properly pace the game.
……
Lu Ze spent a day drafting an overall plan for the MOBA fantasy realm, naming it Immortal-Demon Clash.
Compared to his previous projects, Immortal-Demon Clash was a massive undertaking.
A sprawling canyon spanning a kilometer, nearly a hundred hero designs, and over five hundred skills…
After rough calculations, Lu Ze estimated it’d take about a month to complete the realm.
Until then, he had no intention of letting the cultivators idle.
He released a new map in Immortal Realm Conquest titled Cultivator Brawl—a modified version of Chaos in the Sunken City from his past life.
The key difference from competitive mode was the removal of player-controlled minion purchases, replaced by automatically spawning lanes.
Players only needed to control their heroes.
This drastically altered RTS gameplay, gradually evolving into the prototype of a MOBA.
In this world where such games were just gaining traction, Cultivator Brawl became an instant hit as Lu Ze predicted, boosting Immortal Realm Conquest’s player count by over threefold.
Even cultivators who’d shown no interest in RTS mechanics joined in.
For this world’s cultivators, this gameplay was nothing short of a paradigm shift.
Yet no one could’ve guessed that a month later, it would undergo an even greater evolution.
……
After releasing Cultivator Brawl, Lu Ze entered a prolonged seclusion.
This time, while crafting Immortal-Demon Clash, he incorporated lessons from Immortal Realm Conquest.
Back when designing competitive mode, he’d modeled heroes after renowned sect elders.
Heroes inevitably had power disparities.
Designing strictly according to historical strength made the game dull;
deviating from history invited backlash from traditionalists.
If not for the fact that he was in a cultivation world, Lu Ze might’ve mistaken it for a smear campaign.
But putting himself in the locals’ shoes, he understood their perspective.
So this time, he abandoned real historical figures as in-game characters,
opting instead for a fictional setting.
This not only avoided controversy but also streamlined character creation.
Now he could freely adapt League of Legends and Honor of Kings heroes without constraints.
……
At his current Golden Core realm cultivation, bolstered by an immortal physique, Lu Ze could work tirelessly without rest.
After a month of relentless effort, Immortal-Demon Clash was nearly complete.
For heroes, Lu Ze didn’t strictly follow their release order from his past life, instead prioritizing popular picks for the initial roster.
A hundred heroes might sound excessive, but by the time most players encountered League of Legends or Honor of Kings, those games already exceeded that number.
So Lu Ze saw no issue.
Combat-wise, he initially experimented with a version where skillful play could dodge targeted abilities—even basic attacks.
While this raised the skill ceiling, it came at a fatal cost:
Player battles would slow to a crawl due to endless kiting and micro-maneuvers.
This wasn’t the outcome Lu Ze wanted.
After several attempts, he settled on traditional MOBA mechanics:
Basic attacks and targeted skills couldn’t be dodged through movement.
Beyond mechanics, levels, stats, and equipment remained core to the MOBA experience.
……
Once finished, Lu Ze gathered nine cybernetic souls for test matches.
The first-person perspective issue vanished with the "spiritual sense scan" mechanic.
Simply put, players normally viewed a fixed camera angle during gameplay;
activating spiritual sense let them scout other parts of the map.
Cultivators were already accustomed to this dual-awareness in reality, making the transition seamless.
After several rounds, the experience proved smooth.
None of the anticipated compatibility issues arose.
With no critical bugs left, Lu Ze updated the server’s fantasy crystal and announced across all realms:
[New Fantasy Realm Immortal-Demon Clash Now Live!]
[5v5 Team Battles—Fight for Glory in the Immortal-Demon Canyon!]
[Choose Your Heroic Soul!]
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.
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.
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?!
