As soon as the illusion prompt appeared, the comments in the livestream chat instantly exploded.
[Holy crap! We can bring our own cultivation base into the illusion!?]
[Shouldn't the main point be rewriting the ending?]
[Does that mean... turning back time!?]
[Hahaha! If we can go back in time and bring our cultivation base along... won't we be invincible?]
[How much cultivation base does True Disciple Zhong plan to bring in?]
[Nascent Soul, right? A mighty Nascent Soul expert should be akin to a god in this world.]
[Actually, Golden Core is enough. Just look at how monstrous Li Ang became after breaking through to Golden Core...]
...
Zhong Yi looked at the options before him.
The options, ranging from Qi Condensation to Soul Formation, all shimmered with a faint, luminous glow.
Zhong Yi naturally knew that the Golden Core stage would be more than enough for this.
However, the viewers in the chat had not personally experienced this separation. How could they possibly understand the pain Zhong Yi was feeling at this moment?
If it weren't for his insufficient cultivation realm, he would have loved to descend as a True Immortal to give Su Di'er a perfect life!
With almost no hesitation, he decisively pressed the Soul Formation option.
A massive amount of spiritual energy was stripped from Zhong Yi's body.
The illusion world plunged into a gloomy gray...
This scene completely stunned the livestream chat.
[???]
[Wait... what do you mean by bringing it ALL in???]
[Shi Dan: Bro, seriously?]
[I feel like black smoke is billowing from Shi Dan's ancestral graves...]
...
The darkness faded away.
Zhong Yi stood in the inn, which had long since been reduced to ruins.
On the wall next to him was a massive crater that had just been smashed open.
"Su..."
Zhong Yi abruptly turned around, but he did not see Su Di'er.
"This is..."
"The exact moment I punched out an escape route for Su Di'er and told her to take shelter at the restaurant?"
"But why am I still only at the Foundation Establishment realm?"
Zhong Yi quickly sorted out the timeline, but what confused him was that his cultivation base hadn't changed.
Just as he was puzzling over this, the ceiling above him suddenly shattered, and thunderclouds surged in the sky.
In the center of the thunderclouds, a mysterious runic array faintly flickered.
"Is this... the power of the Heavenly Dao?"
Zhong Yi instantly felt a sense of enlightenment.
Borrowing the hand of the Heavenly Dao, whether it was turning back time to rewrite the ending or ascending in cultivation realm, it all made sense now.
A streak of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking directly into Zhong Yi's head.
There was no pain whatsoever; instead, a surge of abundant power rippled through his body.
His realm began to break through continuously.
Zhong Yi's divine sense instantly pierced through the barrier set up by the Demon Suppression Bureau. Seeing that Su Di'er had already escaped through the tunnel and was currently standing at the entrance, staring back hesitantly, a bitter smile involuntarily curled the corners of his mouth.
Come to think of it, the little girl must have hesitated for a long time before running back, ultimately blocking that fatal sword strike for him...
[Realm breakthrough complete!]
[Current Realm: Mid-Stage Soul Formation]
[When the countdown ends, your life will come to an end...]
The countdown in the top right corner had already started ticking, beginning at one hundred and eighty, dropping by one number every second.
The chat immediately filled with sighs.
[Damn, just this little bit of time?]
[It's more than enough to save Su Di'er, but...]
[Good grief, no wonder it asked earlier "even if it means sacrificing your own life".]
[Old Demon Lu is still Old Demon Lu!! What a dog!!!]
[Sigh, it's still better than watching Su Di'er die in front of us...]
[Kill the old dog Shi! Slaughter the Demon Suppression Bureau!]
[Kill the old dog Shi!! Slaughter the Demon Suppression Bureau!!]
...
As soon as the countdown mechanism appeared, Zhong Yi couldn't help but feel a faint sense of sorrow.
This meant he was destined not to reach the ending alongside Su Di'er.
However, it was enough time to rewrite the ending.
With that thought, he sighed softly.
With a wave of his hand, an indestructible barrier completely sealed off the entire inn.
Then, Zhong Yi's divine sense quickly locked onto Shi Dan, his eyes bursting with boundless killing intent.
Dense, fine golden runes covered his entire body.
"Next, it's your turn..."
...
...
At the same time.
Almost all the players chose to bring their entire cultivation base into the illusion.
Mu Yawen transformed into a Vajra giant the size of a small mountain, smashing Shi Dan into a bloody pulp with a single punch, and turning the Demon Suppression Bureau to ashes from afar with a single stomp.
Zhou Qiaoling strung Shi Dan up in front of the Demon Suppression Bureau's gates, drawing down unextinguishable lightning from the sky to strike him endlessly, a punishment that wouldn't fade even after her own death.
Zhou Yue manifested a ferocious flame spirit on his back, burning Shi Dan until only his heart and head remained, yet keeping him alive to suffer eternally in pain and madness...
...
In Li Moran's illusion world.
Su Di'er hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind.
She planned to go back and share life and death with Li Ang.
Just as she decided to crawl back into the tunnel, jagged icicles blocked the entrance.
"Mas... ter?"
The young girl's eyes were filled with pleasant surprise.
The next moment, a streak of frost sword aura soared into the sky, a hundred or a thousand times more blinding than the sunlight.
Li Moran's figure appeared ten thousand miles high in the sky, her eyes flashing with bone-chilling killing intent. Before her, Shi Dan had already been pierced by countless sword blades, leaving him battered, mangled, and completely devoid of life.
She gently waved her hand, and Shi Dan's body could no longer hold together, shattering into dust.
But this wasn't enough to vent her anger.
With a mere thought from Li Moran, the distant Demon Suppression Bureau was uprooted from the ground and drifted over to hover before her.
With just a light, airy stroke of her sword, the massive structure was instantly slashed to pieces.
Heaven and earth trembled, countless clouds were blown away, and a distinct crack even appeared across the entire canopy of the sky.
"Opening... opening the Heavenly Gate!!"
The young girl below jumped up and down in excitement, screaming joyfully.
"A Sword Immortal... there really are Sword Immortals in this world!!"
"I knew it..."
"I knew Li Ang was a Sword Immortal! Yay!!!"
The Sword Immortal in the sky seemed to be attracted by the young girl's commotion and slowly turned around.
The majestic killing intent filling the sky instantly vanished.
Li Moran's figure instantly appeared in front of Su Di'er, offering her a sweet smile.
Her finger gently tapped the young girl's forehead, injecting a streak of frost spiritual energy into her body.
"From now on, you... will also become a Sword Immortal."
...
...
In Zhong Yi's illusion world.
Three minutes was not enough time for an ordinary person to do much of anything.
But for a cultivator unleashing their full cultivation base, it was enough to accomplish a great deal.
Such as slaying Shi Dan and eradicating the Demon Suppression Bureau.
This was something almost every player chose to do.
Zhong Yi was a bit more meticulous. He searched the divine soul of the restaurant owner, Li Youqian, and after confirming that the man had only helplessly leaked his information because his family was threatened, Zhong Yi chose to spare his life.
At the same time, he established a life-and-death contract with him, forbidding him from ever betraying Su Di'er.
A local kingpin who had connections in both the underworld and the lawful world would be enough to ensure smooth sailing for Su Di'er's future life.
After doing all this, looking at the final countdown, Zhong Yi hesitated for a moment before finally going to Su Di'er.
"Li... Ang?"
Looking at Li Ang before her, whose aura was like that of a saint and whose arms were covered in golden runes, Su Di'er was momentarily stunned.
"To make a long story short..."
"There is a sect to the west. I've investigated their sect master's character, and there are absolutely no issues. You will go there to cultivate in the future."
"If you need any help, go find Old Man Li. He will definitely assist you."
"I have improved your innate aptitude. In the future, you will surely become..."
...
"Li Ang!!"
Faced with the young girl's sudden interruption, Zhong Yi parted his lips. "Hmm?"
Su Di'er's eyes instantly turned red. "Are you... going to leave me?"
"..."
A brief silence.
Seeing the number in the top right corner reach ten, Zhong Yi felt a sting in his nose and finally nodded.
"Yes."
Unable to hold it in any longer, large teardrops instantly cascaded down the young girl's cheeks.
"Then... then..."
Su Di'er threw her arms around Zhong Yi incoherently, her choked voice making his heart tremble.
"Then what should I do... if I miss you..."
Zhong Yi gently stroked Su Di'er's head. The golden spiritual energy enveloping his body began to radiate out into the entire world.
"Then look at the sky, look at the flowers, and look at the grass."
The majestic golden spiritual energy merged into heaven and earth.
The entire illusory world brimmed with vibrant life.
The young girl continued to sob. "And then?"
Cracks began to continuously form across Zhong Yi's body, his figure steadily dissipating.
His voice grew increasingly ethereal.
"When the wind sweeps through the pines, and the water ripples over the bluestones..."
"That will be me, answering you."
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.
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
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."
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.”
