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?"
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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."
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
