Top-tier movie scripts coupled with a novel open-world design.
By the time the plot reached the point of taking Su Di'er as an apprentice, "This Demon Cultivator Isn't Too Cold" had already triggered a frenzy within the cultivator community.
A solitary demon cultivator assassin and a lonely mortal girl. Two characters magnetically drawn to one another made the cultivators eagerly anticipate what would happen next.
The most interesting part was that after the cultivators exchanged their experiences, they discovered that the Su Di'er in everyone's illusion was not entirely the same.
Aside from her performance in the fixed plotlines, as well as certain specific camera angles and dialogue, the things she did and the words she spoke were unique to every player!
This greatly increased the cultivators' sense of immersion, and every single one of them wanted to raise her into an outstanding Righteous Path cultivator.
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Lingxiao Sect, Lingyu Pavilion.
The main server world of the illusion.
"Such a tiny illusion actually took you seven days... what exactly did you do?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit looked down from above at the countless screens of the "This Demon Cultivator Isn't Too Cold" illusion worlds floating in the space, feeling slightly puzzled.
He knew Lu Ze's attainments in illusions all too well.
The scope of "This Demon Cultivator Isn't Too Cold" was practically child's play compared to illusions like "Clash of Immortals and Demons" or "Naraka: Bladepoint."
The combat skills within it were also quite primitive.
According to the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit's understanding of Lu Ze, such an illusion should have been completed within three days.
Yet, Lu Ze had stalled until the very last moment before the deadline to barely hand in his answer.
"I created a special formation... speaking of which, I have you to thank."
Lu Ze replied with a beaming smile.
"Thank me?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit was even more confused.
"That's right." Lu Ze nodded. "The root of this formation comes from those... runes around you."
Lu Ze pointed to the fragmented runes looming faintly around the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit's body.
"What do you mean?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit still did not understand.
Lu Ze smiled mysteriously, then pointed to the infinite number of illusion worlds before the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit.
"The characters in each illusion don't just mechanically read their fixed lines; they have to coordinate with the player's actions."
"Every player's personality and playstyle are different, so the variables involved are practically infinite."
"How do you make infinite parallel worlds eventually lead to a unified ending?"
At this point, the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit revealed a rare look of shock:
"You... you comprehended the Heavenly Dao!?"
"Just a little bit... but it's enough for an illusion."
Lu Ze admitted it carelessly.
To guide different world lines toward the same conclusion, an invisible hand is needed to direct the general trend of the entire world.
In a sense, this "hand" is the "Heavenly Dao" of this illusion.
"To do something like that, you would need a powerful soul vessel, and one that can precisely grasp the direction of the world..."
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit spoke thoughtfully, but halfway through, he suddenly looked at Lu Ze in astonishment.
Because above the sky of the "This Demon Cultivator Isn't Too Cold" illusion, he sensed an energy that was homologous to Lu Ze!
"Uh, found out so quickly?"
Lu Ze rubbed his head and didn't hide it.
The one acting as the "Heavenly Dao" in the illusion was Lu Ze himself.
He had intentionally died hundreds and thousands of times within the illusion to obtain his own Cyber Soul using this method.
Powerful illusion control capabilities, the degree of mastery over the world's direction...
Only he himself could be competent for the position of "Heavenly Dao."
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit looked at Lu Ze with a complex gaze.
"Entering the game personally to spy on the heavenly secrets... you are not simple..."
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regarding how to raise Su Di'er, every player had their own methods.
Their styles were also not quite the same.
In Zhou Yue's illusion world.
Swish, swish, swish—
Zhou Yue's figure moved like a ghost, weaving between several fierce beasts.
The moment his dagger pierced the chest of one beast, his other hand raised a hand crossbow and aimed at the eye of a beast behind him.
In almost an instant, three fierce beasts died simultaneously under his attacks.
"Did you see clearly?"
"I think... so?"
"Did you learn it?"
"Maybe... perhaps?"
"Then you try it once?"
"???"
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In Li Morang's illusion world.
Beneath a rushing waterfall, Su Di'er sat upright on a rock, allowing the water to batter her body.
Li Morang sat quietly on a stone by the shore.
In a side quest, Li Morang had found a low-tier cultivation method for Su Di'er called the "Goddess Sword Heart Art."
At this moment, he was guiding her into the path of cultivation in a cruel manner.
"Do you see that sword?"
"No..."
"Then keep looking."
"Okay."
The young girl gritted her teeth, licking the corners of her bruised lips; her face was almost devoid of color.
Li Morang stood up expressionlessly, poured a cup of ginger tea from a flask, and placed it by the shore.
He was just waiting for the girl to reach her limit so he could hand it to her.
[Behavior Points -2 (Li Ang thinks goat milk is superior to tea water)]
"Ginger shreds... goat milk?"
Li Morang whispered softly, a smile curling his lips.
"Truly worthy of you."
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In Zhou Qiaoling's illusion world.
"Little sister, do you see that person wearing green clothes? The fabric of those clothes is top quality at a glance. You go beg from him later, and I'll take the opportunity to swipe his wallet."
After listening to Zhou Qiaoling's instructions, Su Di'er shook her head dizzily.
"Li Ang, didn't you say you were going to teach me the methods of killing?"
"You are just a beginner; you must not be overly hasty."
Zhou Qiaoling put on the airs of a transcendent expert.
"Do you think I am teaching you to commit theft?"
"No, no..."
"For a killer, what matters is the state of mind. If you can't even maintain peace of mind during a small scene like stealing, how can you keep a cool head when killing?"
"Besides, what we are doing isn't called stealing. Can the affairs of an assassin be called stealing?"
"I've investigated this person. He's a neighborhood bully; his family doesn't have a single penny of clean money!"
"We call this robbing the rich to help the poor. Of course, we are also part of the poor..."
"Holy crap!! Why have all my behavior points been deducted!!!"
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
