Lu Ze took another look at this organization called the "Illusion Alliance."
Aside from the Tianxuan Sect and the Lingxiao Sect, which had no participants, it encompassed several major sects, including the Wuji Sword Sect, the Cloud Immortal Palace, and the Qingshan Sect.
Even some renowned and respected rogue cultivators were registered within it.
Had it not been for Zhao Wendao and Chi Shengtian’s strong support for him, members from the Tianxuan Sect and Lingxiao Sect might have joined as well.
No—perhaps some had already joined under false names.
After all, the temptation of the phrase "Bond with the Heavenly Dao" was simply too great.
Lu Ze understood perfectly well that these people were here for the chance to bond with the Heavenly Dao.
And they had come prepared.
The initial server issues that had troubled him were somewhat alleviated by the divine sense arrays constructed by the three major sects.
Though compared to the Heavenly Dao server that enveloped the entire Tianxuan Continent, they were nothing.
But as private servers, they were passable.
"These commercial competition tactics are just too amateurish…"
Lu Ze chuckled and shook his head.
If it were those unscrupulous corporations from his past life, they would’ve already rolled out schemes like "Register and receive spirit stones, accumulate 3 hours online for more spirit stones, log in for 7 consecutive days to claim luxurious rewards."
Using mere illusions to compete?
Pathetic.
Of course, pathetic as it was, Lu Ze still picked up one of the illusion crystals Zhong Yi had delivered, intending to take a look inside.
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Half an hour later.
Lu Ze stretched and exited the illusion.
This illusion, titled "Heavenly Dao Secret Realm," was the most popular among the dozen or so illusions released by the Illusion Alliance.
Its selling point?
"Free Combat."
And "free" here meant exactly that—utterly unrestricted.
No limitations whatsoever.
Not just in-game systems, but even the cultivators’ real-world cultivation and techniques could be brought inside.
The gameplay was modeled after "Bed Wars" and "Immortal-Demon Conflict."
The map was three times larger, and the visuals were highly detailed.
Cultivators would compete for resources on the central island and then destroy the enemy’s respawn point.
On the surface, it seemed fine—the cultivators inside were having a blast—but in reality, the problems were massive.
First and foremost, the very "freedom" they pursued was the biggest issue.
Bringing real-world cultivation into the illusion was even more absurd than whales in his past life bringing their wallets into games!
There was zero balance!
In the latter case, free-to-play players could at least grind or rely on luck to barely keep up with paying players.
Some skilled players could even match them under certain conditions.
But with cultivation?
A Qi Condensation cultivator would never stand a chance against a Nascent Soul expert!
The only way to improve was through real-world cultivation—so why even play the game?
Wouldn’t it be better to just cultivate in reality?
The same logic applied to the players’ skill systems and gameplay mechanics.
Without rules, there is no order.
Every game thrives on its specific rules, allowing players to find enjoyment within them.
When everything becomes lawless, it might seem fun and liberating at first glance, but it ultimately loses the essence of gaming.
The reason Lu Ze’s illusions were so successful wasn’t because they helped people cultivate—it was simply because they were fun.
The members of the Illusion Alliance might have high cultivation realms and illusion-crafting skills on par with Lu Ze’s, but when it came to game design?
They were light-years behind.
They couldn’t even plagiarize properly.
Lu Ze was certain that within a week, the player count for "Heavenly Dao Secret Realm" would plummet.
The reason was simple:
Low-realm cultivators inside would do nothing but get beaten up—zero fun.
Once the Qi Condensation players left, Foundation Establishment cultivators would become the new punching bags, and then they’d leave too.
This cycle would repeat until only a handful of high-realm experts remained.
Let’s be real:
In any game, even pay-to-win ones, free players are a crucial resource.
They’re the ones who provide the emotional satisfaction for the whales.
If all the Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, and even Golden Core cultivators left, who would the big shots flex on?
Sooner or later, such a game would die.
That’s why, when crafting his illusions, Lu Ze strictly enforced cultivation suppression—no matter how much players complained.
He wondered how long it would take these stubborn old fools in the Illusion Alliance to figure this out.
"Still… ‘free combat’…"
Lu Ze stroked his chin, muttering to himself.
He hadn’t actually made a free-combat illusion yet.
In his view, gameplay was always the priority.
Pure fighting games weren’t anything special in a world where everyone was a battle genius.
Expanding the gameplay would require an enormous map.
Fortunately, his current cultivation and divine sense were more than sufficient.
With the hype around "free combat" at its peak, now was the perfect time to release a new game.
"Alright then—let’s go with battle royale."
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In Lu Ze’s past life, MOBAs had dominated the PC gaming scene for a solid decade.
During those long yet fleeting ten years, countless games had tried to dethrone "League of Legends."
None succeeded.
Until a game called "PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds" appeared.
That year, "PUBG"—with its 3 million concurrent players and 54-week sales streak—delivered the only tremor "League of Legends" had ever felt.
Streamers switched games, players migrated, the gaming landscape shook…
Even internet cafes upgraded their hardware. It was a cultural phenomenon.
The potential of battle royale was undeniable.
Unfortunately, "PUBG" leaned too heavily on firearms, making it unsuitable for the cultivation world.
As for modifying it?
Possible.
But why reinvent the wheel?
Lu Ze’s mind drifted to another battle royale from his past life—the martial arts-themed "Naraka: Bladepoint."
Admittedly, it never reached the heights of "PUBG" or "Apex Legends."
There were many reasons.
Beyond the oft-criticized management and monetization, Lu Ze believed the gaming culture at the time was dominated by Japanese, Korean, and Western styles, limiting the appeal of a wuxia-themed game.
Another factor was its high skill floor.
Partly due to hardware requirements, partly due to the inherent complexity of melee combat games.
But in this world? None of that mattered.
Style?
Ancient Chinese aesthetics were the norm here.
Hardware?
Everyone had top-tier VR illusion towers, optimized by Heavenly Dao remnants.
Skill floor?
Even Qi Condensation cultivators could pull off flawless combos.
Combine that with the battle royale formula that took his past world by storm…
This was guaranteed to blow up.
And most importantly—
"Naraka: Bladepoint" perfectly aligned with the Illusion Alliance’s "free combat" theme.
With that in mind, Lu Ze issued a server-wide announcement:
["Old farts can’t compete—real free combat starts with me."]
["New illusion ‘Naraka: Bladepoint’ coming soon!"]
["Unbound by form, infinite in the Dao."]
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."
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.
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】
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?"
