"Heavenly Dao reward? Didn't they say plagiarists would suffer divine punishment?"
Zhong Yi instinctively felt that Zhou Yue had been tricked.
"They got smart this time... just take a look and you'll know!"
Zhou Yue took an illusion crystal from his storage ring and tossed it to Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen.
"Venerables of the Eight Directions?"
Zhong Yi glanced at the illusion's name. As he injected his divine sense, he quickly entered the illusion space.
In just half a quarter of an hour, Zhong Yi had grasped most of the situation.
The gameplay of "Venerables of the Eight Directions" and "Naraka: Bladepoint" couldn't be said to be exactly the same, only completely indistinguishable.
Landing bare-handed, searching for weapons and magical treasures, an ever-expanding poison zone, and finally only one team claiming the title of "Venerable"...
The only difference lay in the characters of "Venerables of the Eight Directions".
"Venerables of the Eight Directions" had eight major factions in total.
These corresponded to the five major sects in reality, as well as the royal family, rogue cultivators, and demonic cultivators. Each faction had three to five characters of different classes.
The characters' skills all featured the unique traits of their respective factions, a point that won praise from many cultivators.
"Senior Brother Zhong, this illusion seems pretty good, doesn't it?"
"Bah! Isn't it just because Junior Brother Lu's 'Naraka: Bladepoint' laid a good foundation? Old Zhong, what do you think!"
Zhou Yue cursed as he entered Zhong Yi's world, followed by Mu Yawen, who wore an honest, simple smile.
"It looks like there are far more characters than in 'Naraka: Bladepoint'..."
Zhong Yi pinched his chin and shook his head helplessly.
"Actually, the standout characters are completely just stitched together from the characters in 'Naraka: Bladepoint'!"
No matter how flashy the text descriptions of the skills were, or even if they corresponded to real-world cultivation techniques;
Smart as Zhong Yi was, he could tell at a glance that the underlying logic of their skills was exactly the same as 'Naraka: Bladepoint'!
What Heavenly Profound Sect's Star Shift, or the Royal Family's Imperial Weapon Possession...
Aren't these just Wuchen and Tian Hai?
All the Illusion Alliance did was find connections between the various characters in 'Naraka: Bladepoint' and real-world factions, and then process and stitch them together.
Of course, there were also some characters they designed themselves.
They either had disjointed mechanics or offered a terrible experience, resulting in absolutely abysmal pick rates.
But even so, this high-quality knockoff that had managed to carve out its own unique style could be considered a standout among all the illusions.
"But I don't quite understand... This thing is at best an imitation of 'Naraka: Bladepoint'. Why is it so popular?"
Zhong Yi expressed his confusion.
The chat messages in the public area were already not much less than those in 'Naraka: Bladepoint'.
In his view, since it was pretty much the same mode, why wouldn't people go play 'Naraka: Bladepoint' instead of insisting on staying in 'Venerables of the Eight Directions'?
"This is where they are the most despicable..."
Zhou Yue's expression was filled with utter disdain.
"If you stay in the illusion for a certain amount of time, you can receive spirit stones!"
"..."
Zhong Yi's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Such a shameless tactic... it really felt like something Lu Ze should have come up with...
"Now we've truly met our match!"
Zhong Yi sighed with emotion, a bit more worry appearing in his eyes.
The production techniques of 'Venerables of the Eight Directions' were extremely brilliant. It must have been made by an expert... or even multiple experts working together.
Lured by spirit stones, ordinary cultivators would definitely slowly stay in 'Venerables of the Eight Directions' and never return to 'Naraka: Bladepoint'!
"I wonder if Junior Brother Lu can make it through this hurdle..."
Zhong Yi sighed, but when he turned around, he saw Mu Yawen and Zhou Yue looking at him with odd expressions.
Zhong Yi: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhou Yue: "Hearing you say that, I feel like Junior Brother Lu has this in the bag..."
Mu Yawen: "Junior Brother Lu definitely has a new illusion ready to release!"
Zhong Yi: "..."
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.
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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
