Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar ID, Zhou Yue's breath nearly stopped.
Suddenly, he was reminded of a time long ago—
So long ago that he was still a mortal plagued by misfortune, on the brink of death when he first met his master, Lin Qingxuan.
A faint glimmer of light quietly bloomed in the endless darkness.
Just like this very moment.
"Brother Bai!!!"
Zhou Yue's voice was hoarse with excitement.
He didn’t understand why a mere illusionary realm could ignite such a fierce competitive spirit in him.
After just two months of fighting side by side, this team called the Lingxiao Sect had come to represent more than just himself or the sect.
There was the money-grubbing little sister, the honest Junior Brother Mu, the prodigious Junior Sister Li, the talkative Old Zhong…
And now, Bai Mu, who seemed like a savior.
As long as these people were here, even if they weren’t called the Lingxiao Sect team, even if they weren’t fighting for the sect’s honor…
Even if there were no rewards of ancient treasures to be won…
He still wanted—
To keep fighting alongside them, no matter what.
To keep winning together!
To claim the glory they deserved!!
"Brother Bai…"
"I… want to win!!!"
Hearing Zhou Yue—who was usually reserved and accustomed to silently bearing everything—utter those three words, "I want to win," Lu Ze raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Then, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile:
"With me here, we won’t lose."
Those six words were spoken lightly.
Yet they carried more reassurance than any spell in this world.
……
……
At this very moment.
The instant "Bai Mu" appeared in the Immortal-Demon Canyon, the live broadcast of the tournament erupted in chaos.
The barrage of comments flooded the screen at a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye—only magic could decipher them.
[Big Brother Bai Mu!!]
[Why is he here? No, how is he even allowed to join the match??]
[No matter the reason, you have to win this round!]
[Save the Lingxiao Sect… no, save the righteous path! This damn sense of duty!]
[The light of righteousness!!!]
[Go for it, happy wind cultivator big bro!]
[You have to win, you absolutely must!!!]
[Even I, someone who doesn’t play illusionary realms, am getting hyped watching this…]
[But… can they really turn this around?]
[Hope… just hope…]
……
"It’s Brother Bai! Brother Bai is… actually entering the match!!!"
Zhong Yi was so excited he could barely speak, his voice hoarse from shouting.
"Yes, just as everyone hoped… the substitute for the Lingxiao Sect team is none other than Bai Mu, the absolute king of the Celestial Ladder!"
"The [Immortal-Slaying Path] team is pressing forward with overwhelming force… With such a massive gap in strength, can Brother Bai hold them off…?"
"All the inhibitor turrets have fallen. All Brother Bai can do is stake his life to block the enemy and buy time until his teammates respawn!"
"This is the Lingxiao Sect’s last desperate stand!"
"We all know how difficult this is—an almost impossible task!"
"But… we have no choice but to believe in Brother Bai!!"
……
……
On the side of the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team.
"Bai Mu? Didn’t Little Liu say this guy would never log in? Why is he here?"
Guo Tianyin froze at the sight of Bai Mu’s figure.
At this moment, Liu Mo was right beside them.
Earlier, during the match, Liu Mo had activated the illusionary realm’s projection function, allowing the others to clearly track the Lingxiao Sect team’s movements.
Convinced of the Lingxiao Sect’s inevitable defeat, the kid had confidently exited the game—only for Bai Mu to suddenly connect.
"We’ve got five of us grouped up, plus all these minions. Are we really supposed to be afraid of him?"
The team’s jungler scoffed disdainfully.
The others nodded in agreement.
With five against one and superior equipment, how could they possibly lose to a guy whose base turrets were already gone?
"Fair point…"
Guo Tianyin nodded, a sinister smirk curling his lips.
He suddenly remembered all those times he had sent messages to this Bai Mu character, only to be met with silence.
"In that case… let’s make sure we take our time humiliating him… Teach him the consequences of ignoring us…"
……
……
At the Lingxiao Sect’s fountain.
"Not bad, not bad… Just enough gold to work with."
Lu Ze muttered to himself as he checked his equipment.
There was no denying Liu Mo’s cunning.
Every time, he would push the lane before intentionally feeding, making sure Zhou Yue couldn’t get any experience or gold.
On top of that, he would frequently steal jungle camps…
So despite his many deaths, his items and level weren’t actually that far behind.
A standard Infinity Edge, Statikk Shiv, and Berserker’s Greaves—with this setup, Yasuo wouldn’t lack damage.
Lu Ze added a Vampiric Scepter for sustain before stepping out of the fountain.
The minion waves from all three lanes slowly converged.
It felt like a lone general standing guard in an empty city, besieged by an overwhelming force.
"Brother Bai, we’ve got thirty seconds left… Can you hold out until we respawn?"
Zhou Yue glanced nervously at his respawn timer.
"Whether I can hold out or not… depends on them, doesn’t it?"
Lu Ze chuckled faintly.
"Right…"
Zhou Yue forced a bitter smile and shook his head.
"If they’re not trying hard enough and die too fast, there’s nothing I can do."
Lu Ze waved a hand dismissively.
Zhou Yue: "……"
Lu Ze stopped at the base entrance, slightly crouching as he drew the iconic rusted sword from his waist.
The endless tide of enemy minions surged toward him like a black flood.
Lu Ze smiled.
In any other champion’s hands, even he might have struggled with this situation.
But…
He was playing Yasuo.
The more minions there were, the stronger Yasuo became!
His gaze swept across the enemy team.
Four of them—top, mid, jungle, and support—were pushing forward, while the marksman was nowhere in sight, likely taking a buff in the jungle.
Lu Ze grinned.
Against players of this caliber, his skill level could only be described in four words:
"A higher dimension."
Even if he knew that his opponents weren’t just individuals—but demonic cultivators who had pooled the abilities of multiple Celestial Ladder experts through some forbidden art—
The gap between them and him…
Was as vast as the distance between an average Challenger and the peak-era Demon King.
Not to mention, he possessed knowledge of the Hero Spirits far ahead of this era.
Lu Ze exhaled softly, unsheathing his blade as he unleashed two Swift Strikes.
A gentle azure wind began swirling around him.
At the same time—
The phantom of the Unforgiven appeared behind him without warning.
That deep, resonant voice echoed across the canyon:
"Death is like the wind."
"Always…"
"By my side."
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
Resolve] Gu Yang was once a true disciple of the Falling Cloud Sect, but after failing to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his cultivation regressed, his foundation was damaged, his lifespan was nearing its end, and he was about to be demoted to a menial servant. At his moment of despair, he awakened the [Daily Intelligence System]. By refreshing it daily, he could learn about countless hidden opportunities and secrets within the cultivation world! [Today's intelligence has been refreshed] [White Intelligence: One month ago, the Foundation Establishment spiritual item "Profound Ice Spirit Marrow" used by the host to attempt his breakthrough contained a trace of the poison "Bone-Corrobing Spirit-Dissolving Powder".] [Purple Intelligence: Tonight during the Yin hour (3-5 AM), a wisp of "Golden Crow Primordial Flame" will overflow... If this flame is devoured, it can recast the shattered cultivation foundation, fully restore cultivation, and awaken the one-in-ten-thousand—Primordial Supreme Yang Body. [Click to view coordinates]] [Golden Intelligence: Shen Qingyue, a Golden Core elder of the Falling Cloud Sect who possesses the Nine Yin Body, suffers from backlash of cold energy every full moon night, causing her strength to plummet and excruciating pain. Grand Elder Zhao Wuji has secretly bribed Shen Qingyue's personal maid, Hongxiu, and learned the rear gate array node of the protective formation "Clouds and Mist Veiling the Sun Array". Tomorrow late at night, he intends to take advantage of Shen Qingyue's flare-up of the cold poison, when she is weak and unable to resist, to use a secret technique to refine her into a cauldron and force her into a Daoist partnership. [Click to view coordinates]] The cultivation world is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak, and human hearts are as treacherous as ghosts? Sorry, but I can read the script! From then on, relying on his informational advantage, Gu Yang proceeded step by step with careful planning. Seizing opportunities, plundering fortunes. Selling intelligence. Playing rivals against each other. Step by step, he ultimately became the Immortal Emperor!
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