The Main World of the Server.
Countless screens cycled endlessly in the air, watched thoughtfully by the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao.
"Will all of these... eventually converge at a single point?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant seemed to have discerned something, murmuring to itself.
"Correct."
Lu Ze, standing behind it, nodded.
"So, what is the ending?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant suddenly became interested.
"Why don't you go try it yourself?"
Lu Ze was amused; he was actually quite curious about how the Heavenly Dao Remnant would perform if it assumed the role of Li Ang.
"Forget it, this Heavenly Dao is not that interested."
The Heavenly Dao Remnant turned its head away.
The mere thought of that infuriating Character Behavior System restricting its actions caused the naturally unrestrained spirit to lose all interest.
"By the way, speaking of the ending..."
Lu Ze suddenly remembered something interesting. He smiled and patted the Heavenly Dao Remnant on the shoulder.
"Perhaps it can help you recover some of your power."
"Recover power? Relying on a mere illusion?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant asked in astonishment.
Some time ago, in a fit of rage, it had crippled the cultivation of a Limitless Sword Sect elder from thousands of miles away, causing its already fragmented form to suffer further damage.
To recover, it needed an abnormally vast amount of Spiritual Qi.
In a mere illusion, where would one find so many cultivators? And what would make those cultivators willingly offer up their own Spiritual Qi?
"Soon, you will understand..."
Lu Ze smiled mysteriously.
Among the countless screens in the sky, many cultivators had already entered the plot of the final chapter.
There, a "gift" he had meticulously prepared for the cultivators awaited them...
"The evaluation event over in Xianyuan Continent has begun. I'll go play with those old fellows for a bit..."
...
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Inside Zhong Yi's Illusion Realm.
The sprawling inn had transformed into a battlefield.
Facing the siege of countless experts without the aid of the [Blood Curse], Zhong Yi found the resistance particularly arduous.
At this difficulty level, even players as strong as Zhou Yue and Li Moran were firmly suppressed, forced to fight while retreating, desperately seeking a means of escape.
At this moment, Zhong Yi's Health and Spiritual Qi were nearly depleted. He looked like a candle in the wind, struggling to flee into a deathly silent corner.
"Blood, the blood of righteous cultivators..."
As if remembering something, Zhong Yi grabbed a jar, intending to collect the blood of the Demon Suppression Bureau soldiers to activate the [Blood Curse].
He poured the blood into his mouth and attempted to use the [Blood Curse] again, but he received only a failure notification.
"Don't waste your energy... That old thing has already played your trump card."
A chillingly cold voice came from behind Zhong Yi.
He turned abruptly, only to look straight into Shi Dan's cold, bloody pupils.
"We used techniques to destroy your hoarded blood long ago... Furthermore, all of my subordinates have taken medicine in advance to ensure their blood cannot be used by you."
Shi Dan grinned savagely as he pulled a vial of magic potion from his chest, downed it in one gulp, and looked at Zhong Yi with mockery.
"Let me remind you of one more thing... Not only will that blood fail to activate your Blood Curse, it is even toxic..."
As soon as his words fell, Zhong Yi felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out violently.
On his interface, a string of DEBUFFs like [Poisoned], [Weakened], and [Silenced] appeared.
"Come on, aren't you quite capable of killing?"
Shi Dan grinned, his cultivation aura having already broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He blasted a fist toward Zhong Yi. The latter hurriedly blocked but was still sent flying, his health bar dropping by another large chunk.
"Did you know? I really enjoy the expression of fear on a prey's face when they are being tortured... So, you had better keep a straight face; that way, you might die a bit faster."
Shi Dan toyed with a broad saber in his hand. The sharp blade was engraved with dense, packed runes, clearly marking it as no ordinary object.
"Do you really feel no fear? What a boring hunt..."
Seeing Zhong Yi's utter lack of fear, Shi Dan shrugged in disappointment.
By now, Zhong Yi's status had entered the near-death state, and his vision was severely affected.
He could only see a gleaming blade tip flashing with blinding cold light.
"What a dull person... Die."
Shi Dan's whispered words pronounced Zhong Yi's death sentence.
'Time to start over... I must have done something wrong somewhere.'
Zhong Yi closed his eyes resignedly.
There was no anticipated pain, no [Illusion Ended] notification, no black screen of zero health, no death...
"Drip"...
A drop of scalding liquid fell onto Zhong Yi's chest.
Zhong Yi opened his eyes in confusion.
A blood-red flower bloomed upon his chest.
Su Di'er stood before him. The incredibly sharp runic blade had pierced through her chest, carrying a cruel, blood-red sheen.
Blood dripped onto his chest, drop by drop, and then, as if it could not be stopped, it gushed out.
An intense pain churned in Zhong Yi's heart.
It was clearly an illusion, yet it hurt so much he could not speak, could not even breathe.
"Su, Su..."
His lips trembled. The young girl before him summoned all her strength to squeeze out a faint smile.
"I knew... you would lie to me..."
Su Di'er reached out a hand stained with her own blood and gently caressed the corner of Zhong Yi's mouth.
"Li Ang..."
"You said you would accompany me to fly far away, to see the myriad rivers and mountains... right?"
An immense heartache instantly seized Zhong Yi's brain.
At that moment, a cold wind whistled, kicking up countless debris.
Pages of paper, burnt and tattered by fire, danced in the air.
The girl's graceful handwriting was clearly visible—
[August 30th]
[I want to be with Li Ang forever]
As the blade was withdrawn from her chest, the girl fell into Zhong Yi's embrace like a kite with a broken string.
Blood flowed into Zhong Yi's lips; tears surged from the corners of his eyes.
[Absorbed usable Righteous Blood. Do you wish to use the skill "Blood Curse"?]
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
