"So, Junior Brother Lu is releasing a new illusion realm again?"
Zhong Yi's eyes lit up as he immediately caught Lu Ze's drift.
"Exactly."
Lu Ze nodded slightly, taking out two illusion crystals from his storage ring and tossing them to Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue respectively.
After the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Dao took control of the illusion realms, cultivators could purchase new illusions directly within the realm itself. However, there was always a group of nostalgic collectors who loved to get their hands on a unique physical crystal version as a souvenir.
Therefore, every time he created a new illusion realm, Lu Ze would always produce an extra batch of sub-crystals.
"Operation Xianyuan? What kind of illusion realm is it this time?"
Zhong Yi looked at the small text on the crystal, making no effort to hide the excitement in his eyes.
"You choose your own equipment, enter a secret realm, and fight other cultivators for resources."
After a brief moment of thought, Lu Ze gave a simple explanation.
"How strange. Why does that sound just like our usual secret realm explorations?"
Zhou Yue rubbed his head and casually pointed it out.
"Not entirely."
Lu Ze shook his head, not directly denying it.
Although it seemed no different from cultivators heading into secret realms to fight for resources on a daily basis, there was actually a huge difference.
In reality, when people went to secret realms, they did so with the resolve to face death.
No one would skimp on resources or hold back their magical treasures.
After all, dying in reality meant you were truly dead.
But an illusion realm was different.
Because it was an illusion realm—or rather, a game—it was bound to present problems that cultivators had never anticipated.
For example, life-and-death teammates entering a secret realm wearing nothing but scrap metal;
For example, surviving the run, but losing all your money;
For example, bringing top-tier gear didn't guarantee a profit, and bringing nothing didn't mean a loss...
Influenced by economic conditions, this combination of various factors created the Loot, Shoot, Extract genre that became wildly popular across the world.
This point applied just as perfectly to the cultivation world.
In his eyes, the extraction genre was absolutely not as simple as cultivators just raiding a secret realm.
If the players from his previous life only wanted the thrill of combat, wouldn't the gunfights in CS2 or PUBG be much more exhilarating?
A unique economic system, resource allocation strategies, the coexistence of different types of players...
These were the true essence of an extraction game.
"Junior Brother Lu, how many people can team up in this illusion realm?"
"Up to three."
"Do you want to join us, Junior Brother Lu?"
"No, I still have some important matters to attend to. Why not find Senior Brother Mu?"
"Junior Brother Mu is currently leading the younger disciples in body tempering, so he probably can't make it. Junior Sister Li is still in secluded cultivation... Looks like we can only call Junior Sister Qiaoling."
"..."
"Hmm? What's wrong, Junior Brother Lu? Why does your expression look a bit off?"
"Nothing, it's nothing... You guys go ahead and call her."
Lu Ze couldn't help but wipe a drop of sweat from his forehead. He couldn't help but recall the time Zhou Qiaoling's cyber soul secretly hoarded night pearls.
"Alright, you two senior brothers should head back first. Operation Xianyuan will be open for entry in about half an hour."
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...
Unlike the illusion realms of others, Lu Ze had a wide variety of illusions under his belt, complete with forum links.
This served as a natural promotional channel.
As soon as a pinned server-launch announcement was posted on the forum, the online players across his major illusion realms simultaneously received a pop-up notification.
Thousands of cultivators flooded into the illusion world of Operation Xianyuan in an instant.
Lingxiao Sect, Qingfeng Pavilion.
"It's here, it's here! The illusion crystal for Operation Xianyuan is glowing!"
Zhong Yi excitedly patted Zhou Yue's shoulder.
Beside them, Zhou Qiaoling let out a listless yawn.
"Isn't this just a Heavenly Dao Secret Realm? I don't know why you guys are so excited..."
Zhou Qiaoling rolled her eyes.
She liked playing Lu Ze's illusion realms either because the settings were entirely unique, or because she could enjoy the thrill of obtaining treasures inside.
The description of Operation Xianyuan sounded just like an everyday secret realm run.
It was neither novel, nor did it offer real treasures.
She simply wasn't interested in purely fighting for the thrill of it.
"If you ask me, Junior Brother Lu just hasn't experienced enough Heavenly Dao Secret Realms, which is why he thinks this kind of illusion is something new..."
Despite her complaints, she still entered the illusion realm together with Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue.
An animated cinematic slowly unfolded before the three of them.
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
