Qingshan Sect, Guiyun Hall.
Zhang Yuxian sat upright within a massive formation, continuously circulating his cultivation method to nourish the meridians in his body.
The toll the Demon Slaying Conference had taken on him was simply too great.
First, Qin Ming had shattered his lifebound artifact with a single palm strike. Then, a remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao had sent down a punishment, leaving him with severe internal injuries and even causing his cultivation base to regress by ten years.
At this moment, he had exhausted his peak's reserves, using countless rare natural treasures to construct the formation, just to allow himself a slight recovery.
"Huu..."
Zhang Yuxian exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked up at the sky with a solemn expression.
"Heavenly Dao... Illusion Realm..."
In the past, no one would have ever associated these two terms with each other.
But at this very moment, the Illusion Realm undoubtedly hid countless, tremendous opportunities!
According to the intelligence gathered by Zhang Yuxian's informants, before Lu Ze became a legacy disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, he was just an ordinary disciple who had merely reached the Foundation Establishment realm.
In just three to five short years, a mere Foundation Establishment disciple had actually managed to advance to the Nascent Soul realm. This was clearly all thanks to the Illusion Realm!
The fortuitous opportunities within the Illusion Realm all lay with that remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao, whose alignment between good and evil remained unknown!
Whoever could win the favor of the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit would be able to obtain this massive opportunity!
Prior to this, whether it was establishing the Illusion Alliance or racking their brains to imitate Lu Ze's Illusion Realm, everyone was looking for a chance to get closer to the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit.
Now, the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit had opened this pathway itself—
All Illusion Realms were under the control of the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit, and all of them could connect to the entire world!
"Lu Ze."
Zhang Yuxian muttered the name through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with viciousness and greed.
"Your fortuitous encounters have been cut short... just you wait and see!"
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Luofeng Continent, Land of Falling Heavens.
The Illusion Alliance, which had been formed on a whim a year ago, suddenly became serious. They had even formally set up camp in Luofeng Continent, a place known as the ownerless land.
Within a special grotto-heaven, countless cultivators hiding their identities were gathered together.
On a high platform in the center of the crowd stood a mysterious figure wearing a cloak and a headpiece with four different masks.
No one knew his identity; they only knew that he was one of the founders of the Illusion Alliance, and from the very beginning, he had gone by the alias Inner Demon.
Ever since Lu Ze brought the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit to wreak havoc on Jiang Lingfeng's territory, everyone in the Illusion Alliance had been in a state of panic, terrified of being targeted by Lu Ze and inexplicably suffering divine punishment from the Heavenly Dao.
Only then did everyone realize the brilliance of Inner Demon in hindsight, and they all scrambled to follow suit by hiding their faces.
"Fellow Daoists. We study spells together, and our mastery of the Dao of Illusions has long transcended the mundane world... It is absolutely not something a mere Nascent Soul cultivator can compare to."
The voice of Inner Demon was incredibly hoarse and shrill. The masks on his head rotated, changing into a cold, indifferent ghost face.
"Yet this immense opportunity has been monopolized by that little thief surnamed Lu..."
"Is this fair?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly received a resounding response from countless members of the Illusion Alliance.
The minimum cultivation level required to enter the Illusion Alliance was the Soul Formation realm.
In terms of magical prowess and breadth of vision, what right did Lu Ze have to stand above them?
Now that the Heavenly Dao's opportunities had been entirely consumed by Lu Ze alone, allowing him to break through from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul in less than five years, if things continued like this, his ascension to immortality would probably just be a matter of time.
To say they were not green with envy would be a lie.
Moreover, everyone felt in their hearts that the only reason Lu Ze's Illusion Realm had become so wildly popular was because of that so-called Network, was it not?
People all over the world could meet in the same Illusion Realm. Such a grand feat was something that even a Mahayana realm cultivator could not pull off constantly!
Therefore, when it came to Lu Ze, not a single person present respected him.
"We all know that the little thief surnamed Lu was only able to succeed because he rode on the coattails of the Heavenly Dao..."
The masks on the head of Inner Demon rotated once more, turning into a crimson face of fury.
"But now... the Heavenly Dao Illusion Realm is no longer his alone. Our Illusion Realms can also connect to the entire world!"
"The opportunities of that little thief surnamed Lu..."
"Have come to an end!"
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At the same time.
Lingxiao Sect, Lingyu Pavilion.
Lu Ze, who was pretending to be severely injured and diligently reflecting on his mistakes, was lying leisurely on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"What game should I make 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.”

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"