"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: "..."
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?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
