Nine Nether Venerable’s breath halted.
Whether he had forgotten to breathe or simply didn’t dare, even he couldn’t say.
In an instant, scenes flashed before his eyes once more—visions of himself being crushed like an ant beneath the merciless tread of the terrifying Ghost Buddha before him.
This time, it wasn’t an illusion conjured by the Ghost Buddha.
It was his own mind conjuring the horror.
In his dazed state,
a single eerie character appeared before him:
"Death."
Then came a second, a third…
Until his mind was flooded with the word, pressing down on him until he could barely breathe.
Nine Nether Venerable, who had prided himself on dancing on the edge of life and death countless times, only now understood the true weight of "death."
He had no doubt—
he would die!
Had this been the earlier game, death would have been nothing—just an illusion.
But this was reality!
Death here was final!
A single breath from the Ghost Buddha before him would erase even his soul, leaving nothing behind!
So, despite his formidable cultivation, his terror now was a thousand times greater than when he had been unarmed in the illusion.
"I… I…"
Under the crushing weight of fear, snot and tears streamed uncontrollably down Nine Nether Venerable’s face.
Three meters away, the Ghost Buddha tilted its head slightly, a mocking smirk curling at its lips.
Its expression spoke clearly from its lofty perch:
Bow, or not?
With a thud,
Nine Nether Venerable collapsed to his knees, his mind utterly blank.
Driven by sheer survival instinct, the only thing he could do was—
kowtow.
Not a reverent bow, but a mechanical, frenzied, desperate hammering of his forehead against the ground, as if he could bury his skull deep into the earth.
Even if it shattered his skull, he didn’t care!
As he smashed his head against the ground, Nine Nether Venerable babbled incoherently through his throat:
"I… bow… I bow…"
"Spare… spare me… spare me… wuu… spare…"
"I shouldn’t have listened to the demonic whispers… shouldn’t have dared covet the power of the Ghost Immortal… I’m unworthy… unworthy…"
"Let me go! Let… let me…"
……
Nine Nether Venerable was certain he had gone mad.
Unending tremors of terror spread through his mind.
All he could do—
was kowtow! Grovel! Beg!
This was the only offering he could make before such an unfathomably terrifying existence!
Blood trickled down his forehead, staining his vision crimson, making the black deathly aura surrounding the Ghost Buddha appear even more despair-inducing!
How long had passed?
The Ghost Buddha’s expression finally shifted.
Its crimson eyes curved into crescents, its grin widening to reveal rows of jagged, indescribably sinister fangs:
"Too late."
Two simple words,
but to Nine Nether Venerable, they were the most horrifying pronouncement in the world!
"No… NO!!!"
He wanted to flee, but his body refused to move.
As if it had already accepted his death.
Helpless, Nine Nether Venerable could only watch as the Ghost Buddha peeled away his skin, severed his tendons, shattered his bones…
And in the next moment,
Nine Nether Venerable vanished from the world.
The scenery of Lingxiao Sect crumbled away.
Then, a results screen appeared:
[Match Summary:]
[Evil Entity Type: Nightmare (+0)]
[Escape a Ghost Hunt (Failed)]
[Witness an Eldritch Perspective and Survive (Failed)]
……
Meanwhile,
in Nine Nether Venerable’s livestream.
The chat exploded in shock at the horrifying spectacle!
[Wait… an illusion within an illusion?!]
[The old man thought he’d escaped the illusion… but it was still the Ghost Buddha’s trick…]
[Obvious fake! Who here would call Lu Ze "Lu the Demon"?]
[Honestly, if I were in there, I wouldn’t have noticed either.]
[This is insane! That ghost is cunning and ruthless… anyone would piss themselves in there!]
[Who the hell would dare try Ghost Immortal difficulty after this?!]
[Straup treating the old man like a demonic plaything…]
[Wait, did he just say he listened to demonic whispers?]
[Damn, he vanished!]
[Probably scared out of the illusion? Old man’s got nerves of steel—I’d have noped out way sooner…]
……
……
Lingxiao Sect, guest quarters.
Nine Nether Venerable sat slumped on the floor, babbling incoherently about "not knowing what’s real."
His mind had shattered.
Nangong Yuan and Lu Ze stood nearby, watching coldly.
Nine Nether Venerable’s earlier ramblings had exposed some unsavory secrets.
Lu Ze wasn’t surprised—his system had already hinted that the ghostly calamity was tied to demonic forces.
Nangong Yuan, meanwhile, had contacted Zhao Wendao to investigate further.
"Your illusion… why is it so hellish?"
Nangong Yuan gave Lu Ze a sidelong glance.
While it had accidentally exposed Nine Nether Venerable’s collusion with the demonic path,
the sheer horror of the Ghost Immortal difficulty was beyond excessive.
Especially the nested illusions—
even watching from outside sent chills down his spine.
"Works well, doesn’t it? Just a bit hard on the master."
Lu Ze chuckled.
Nangong Yuan’s face darkened.
The thought of being one-shot by the Ghost Buddha in front of everyone still rankled.
"You’re slandering your master! Since when am I that weak? A Ghost Buddha could kill me in one hit?"
"Ahem, the Ghost Buddha was played by a remnant of the Heavenly Dao…"
"...What I meant was, the Ghost Buddha isn’t weak enough to need that much effort to beat you."
"……"
……
……
Nine Nether Venerable’s livestream caused an uproar.
"Ghost Town’s" Ghost Immortal difficulty instantly became synonymous with "ultimate horror."
As for Nine Nether Venerable’s mutterings about colluding with demonic forces, Lingxiao Sect’s investigation confirmed it.
The "ghost calamity" was indeed the work of demonic cultivators.
Nine Nether Venerable had been involved, lured by promises of Ghost Immortal power to break through his cultivation.
The investigation method was simple:
An illusion of the Ghost Buddha, and Nine Nether Venerable spilled everything—even how many times he’d wet the bed as a child.
……
Once his sanity returned, Nine Nether Venerable’s fear of ghosts and evil entities never faded.
His proud soul cultivation crumbled, his power draining away like sand.
Across the Heavenly Profound Continent, the title "Venerable" was stripped from his name, leaving only the tale of his double-layered nightmare as idle gossip.
……
……
[Quest Complete!]
[Host has successfully accumulated terror points from righteous cultivators using evil entities within 30 days!]
[Reward: Mental Break System upgraded. Demon Path efficiency multiplier increased.]
"Whoa, the multiplier can go higher?"
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow.
Well, well. Seems the system’s pushing him to make more horror games.
But that might be tough for now—the Ghost Immortal difficulty livestream had left cultivators too traumatized to dare another attempt anytime soon.
"Any mental break counts? Maybe I’ll make a tearjerker game next…"
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.”
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!
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
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
