When Lu Ze designed the AI mode for the game, he created two versions.
The first version was the beginner-level AI, intended to help players familiarize themselves with the gameplay. As such, its difficulty wasn’t overly punishing.
The reason was simple:
Ninety-nine percent of the "Demonic Energy" he harvested from the MOBA game came from player-versus-player kills, not from defeating AI opponents.
No matter how efficiently the AI slaughtered players, the rate of Demonic Energy gain couldn’t compare to that of real player competition.
On the contrary, if the AI was too oppressive, it might drive away potential players, resulting in a net loss.
Of course, this beginner-friendly AI would only appear in a player’s first three matches against bots.
After that, the second version would take over—
The high-difficulty AI.
The rationale behind the second version was equally straightforward.
In his past life’s League of Legends, there were plenty of players who exclusively played against bots.
Why? Because it was easy!
And stress-relieving.
There were also those like Zhong Yi, who wanted to practice mechanics or simply indulge in a slaughterfest.
But Lu Ze wasn’t fond of this behavior.
If everyone just bullied bots, who would provide him with Demonic Energy?
Thus, the second version of the AI was, at this stage, an intensely challenging experience…
Mechanically, it wasn’t too extreme—roughly equivalent to the Silver rank in his past life.
But in this world, that was practically an unbeatable level.
The most oppressive aspect was the AI’s gold income.
At fixed intervals, they would complete high-tier items, enforcing sheer economic dominance.
In short, most players at this stage would enter these matches only to suffer.
Take Zhong Yi, for example.
At this very moment, he was being relentlessly chased down by an AI Yasuo, the Unforgotten.
After an afternoon of streaming, Zhong Yi’s channel had gathered quite a few cultivators as viewers.
In just 10 minutes, he had died seven times.
The streamer sat in silence while the chat erupted in laughter.
[Is that AI the real Unforgotten?]
[Brother Zhong feels easier to farm than a minion…]
[At this rate, he’ll be worth less than a cannon minion soon.]
[Is the illusion’s color palette bugged? Why is everything in grayscale? Did the Illusion Tower break?]
[The AI Yasuo even hit a full combo and then flute-taunted. Meanwhile, our streamer missed a Steel Tempest on a minion…]
[Why isn’t the streamer laughing? Is it not funny?]
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Of course, Zhong Yi wasn’t the only one suffering.
The other four players in the match were also getting steamrolled by the AI, their frustration nearing critical levels.
In less than 15 minutes, the five novices had their Nexus obliterated by the hyper-aggressive bots.
Zhong Yi exited the illusion and sat in his room, questioning his life choices.
After this match, he unlocked an achievement: [Worse Than Bots].
The unlock condition? Dying eight or more times within 15 minutes in a bot match and losing the game.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yue, upon hearing the news, cheerfully sent him a message:
"Well, well, if it isn’t Old Zhong? How long has it been since we last met? Can’t even handle bots now, huh? Hahaha…"
Unfazed by the mockery, Zhong Yi calmly replied with four words: "You try, then."
"Fine!"
Zhou Yue confidently queued up for a bot match.
Twenty minutes later, the Lingxiao Sect gained another pitiful soul bearing the [Worse Than Bots] title.
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The carnage inflicted by the AI quickly spread like wildfire across the major sects.
What made these bots especially infuriating was their behavior.
They didn’t just kill you—they danced and struck poses on your corpse.
The most rage-inducing was Teemo, who spammed giggles and laughter, making cultivators in PvP matches instantly target any Teemo they saw.
Instead of quitting, these hardened cultivators doubled down, grinding their skills in PvP matches to one day reclaim their dignity against the bots.
In the world of cultivation, the situation was the exact opposite of Lu Ze’s past life.
Players trained relentlessly in PvP, all for the sake of eventually redeeming themselves in bot matches…
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Immortal-Demon Conflict spread faster than any other illusion game.
A major factor was its visuals, which finally broke free from the limitations of small-scale, low-quality designs.
The Immortal-Demon Canyon was crafted on a grand scale, several times larger than its predecessor in Lu Ze’s past life.
Naturally, movement speed and other mechanics were adjusted proportionally.
The skills and outfits of the champions were also reskinned with a cultivation-themed aesthetic.
While the numerical balance remained largely unchanged, the visual presentation was a massive upgrade.
Lu Ze went all out on spell effects, painstakingly crafting particle animations with high-tier talismans.
Some ultra-high-tier effects required him to purchase astronomically expensive artifacts to record and replicate divine techniques.
Take Kennen’s ultimate, Heavenly Thunderstorm, for example.
For this one ability alone, Lu Ze infused a fraction of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder from the legendary cultivator Zhao Wendao, costing him hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.
The result was spectacular.
Upon activation, a hundred-meter radius would be engulfed in terrifying violet lightning.
The other abilities were no less impressive.
Lu Ze’s extensive "borrowing" of techniques from countless cultivators paid off handsomely in the visual department.
With explosive visuals, innovative gameplay, and the ability for cultivators to showcase their own techniques, the player base grew at an astonishing rate.
Within just a week of launch, the concurrent player count reached 500,000.
While this number paled in comparison to the millions in his past life, in the world of cultivation, it was nothing short of a phenomenon.
Of course, the bulk of these players came from the vast market of rogue cultivators, most of whom were at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stages.
Lu Ze’s ultimate goal was to draw in as many sect-affiliated cultivators as possible.
"With this many players, maybe it’s time for the first monetization wave…"
Stroking his chin, Lu Ze muttered to himself as he observed the player count on the backend.
Developing Immortal-Demon Conflict had consumed a staggering amount of spirit stones.
Even with the massive profits from his previous illusions, the expenditure had left a significant dent.
"Let’s start with some six-spirit-stone skins…"
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
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.
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.
