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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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
