Zhou Yue's enlightenment within the illusionary realm caused an uproar in the cultivation world.
Long ago, rumors had circulated:
The illusionary realm held profound mysteries of the Heavenly Dao.
When the "My World" mod function was launched, both Li Moran and Zhao Wendao had attained enlightenment through it.
But back then, the number of players in the illusionary realm was far fewer than now.
This time, the speed and impact of Zhou Yue's enlightenment spread much wider.
Even the old-timers who usually idled around and never touched illusionary games could no longer sit still.
They all jumped into the fray.
In the following days,
the elders of the Limitless Sword Sect fought daily to play as the Master Yi or Yasuo,
the core disciples of the Tianxuan Sect all sported "Zhuge Kongming" skins,
and Zhao Wendao, the grand elder of the Lingxiao Sect, played 30 matches a day as Kennen…
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The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao claimed to have left gifts within the illusionary realm.
Clearly, the chances of obtaining opportunities in "Immortal-Demon Conflict" were higher than in other illusionary realms.
Every now and then, a lucky one would emerge, attaining enlightenment within it.
Over time, everyone came to realize—
the illusionary realm truly held Heavenly Dao opportunities.
Even reclusive experts who disliked games gradually succumbed to the temptation of "Heavenly Dao opportunities," joining the ranks of illusionary players.
It was undoubtedly the best advertisement for illusionary games.
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"Old Zhong, the Immortal Monument is live! Wow, there’s even promotional art!"
Fresh off a match, Zhong Yi admired the full-server promotional poster that had popped up, thoroughly pleased.
Originally, Lu Ze had considered giving the five of them custom skins, but after some thought, he deemed the reward too extravagant. Instead, he settled on promotional posters along with exclusive personal accessories.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Zhong, why are you wearing a bird-beak mask?"
Mu Yawen pointed at Zhong Yi, who stood at the center of the poster, laughing.
"That’s not a bird beak—it’s a crow’s beak! Lu Ze must’ve watched way too much of Senior Brother Zhong’s streams!"
Zhou Qiaoling chimed in with a teasing jab.
"Damn it, why is my face pitch black? Did Junior Brother Lu mess up with the brush?"
Zhou Yue stared at his deliberately blackened face in the poster, his expression darkening further.
Each of the five received their exclusive accessories.
Zhong Yi got Master Yi’s mask—but with an added crow’s beak.
Li Moran received an ice phoenix pendant that could be attached beneath a sword hilt.
Mu Yawen was given an exquisite pocket watch, while Zhou Qiaoling got a pair of fluffy cat-paw gloves.
Zhou Yue’s accessory was the largest—a massive broadsword resembling Tryndamere’s weapon, engraved with the words "Never Crit."
Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue stared at their accessories, unsure whether they were rewards or insults…
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After a few more matches, the five dispersed to handle sect affairs, leaving only Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi in the illusionary realm.
"So, Old Zhou, we’re both Level 30 now. Wanna duo queue?"
Zhong Yi eyed the newly unlocked "Ranked" mode, itching to try it.
"Pfft, just say you want me to carry you!"
Zhou Yue chuckled teasingly.
Despite his abysmal luck, Zhou Yue had decent gaming skills—evident from his performance in "Bed Wars."
As long as he avoided crit-reliant champions, he was solid.
"Bullshit! Who’s carrying who? Let me tell you, I’ve come up with an absolutely unbeatable strategy! You should be thanking your stars for duoing with me!"
Zhong Yi shot him a glance, brimming with confidence.
"Oh? Master Zhong’s cooked up another ‘revolutionary’ play? Not another ‘Zhong-style Triangle Kill,’ I hope?"
Zhou Yue couldn’t help but laugh.
Not long ago, Zhong Yi had mysteriously gone live, declaring he’d invented an insanely powerful combo—
something about landing a Sonic Wave, ward-hopping mid-flight to reposition, then kicking an enemy into the Sonic Wave for a "triangle kill."
After an incense stick’s worth of practice in custom games, he hadn’t pulled it off even once…
That day, Zhong Yi’s face had turned redder than the setting sun.
"Ahem, the Zhong-style Triangle Kill is still in development… But this match, I’ll show you my latest masterpiece."
"Alright, let’s queue up."
Zhou Yue didn’t mind Zhong Yi’s antics—he was already prepared to 1v5.
The popularity of "Immortal-Demon Conflict" had peaked after the Demon AI event.
The moment they hit the ranked button, they were instantly transported to the drafting altar.
"Oh no, I got assigned ADC."
Zhong Yi frowned at his role.
Of all positions, marksman was his weakest.
Last-hitting with auto-attacks and kiting in teamfights—both were his Achilles’ heel.
"Relax, just pick Ashe and ult. I’ll gank for you."
Zhou Yue, on the other hand, had secured his preferred jungle role and was in high spirits.
Meanwhile, the chat was a battlefield of its own:
"5th pick refuses to support!"
"Mid, why the hell are you hovering Yasuo? Yasuo’s mine!"
"Play your damn Malphite top, my Yasuo’s god-tier."
"I SAID 5TH PICK WON’T SUPPORT, ARE YOU DEAF?!"
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The sheer eloquence of the exchange left Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi momentarily speechless.
They usually played as a five-stack and had no idea the solo queue environment had degraded to this level…
Rumor had it that within the lore of the Immortal-Demon Rift, there existed a sect called "Zaun," whose disciples were infamous for their… colorful language, inspiring countless cultivators to emulate them.
Ahem.
Zhong Yi cleared his throat and typed:
"Give me mid. I’m a genius cultivator."
The other three instantly replied: "GENIUS MY ASS!!"
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Credit where it’s due—Lu Ze’s unique title rewards had some effect.
The moment Zhong Yi equipped his "Demon-Slaying Champion" title, his confidence soared.
Though the others didn’t recognize him, they knew the title’s prestige.
This was the same guy who stood by the fountain daily, sporting that ridiculous crow-beak mask!
Thus, Zhong Yi successfully swapped to mid.
"Old Zhong, what’re you picking? Yasuo’s banned."
Zhou Yue asked curiously.
Draft mode was entirely new to them.
Each team could ban five champions, and picks followed an order—no duplicates allowed.
At this stage, most players didn’t know which matchups they feared, but they sure knew which teammates they dreaded…
Hence, Yasuo’s ban rate was absurdly high.
"No matter."
Zhong Yi shook his head, brimming with confidence in his champion pool.
"Yasuo’s for fun. To climb, I rely on him…"
With that, he locked in the hero who’d turned the tide in the Demon AI event—
Master Yi, the Wuju Bladesman.
"Yi? But you said he’s only good in jungle."
Zhou Yue was baffled.
"With AD builds, jungle’s indeed his best role."
Zhong Yi smirked.
"But have you ever heard of…"
"AP Yi?"
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!
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?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
