After a full day of trial and error, enduring countless failures,
Zhong Yi was just one step away from clearing Survival Mode.
At this moment, he stood on the final wave of the Hard Rooftop stage, facing hordes of zombies with unwavering focus.
He took a deep breath and paused the game.
Switching to the forum section, he continued his text-based "livestream."
[Progress update! Currently on Wave 10 of Hard Rooftop—the last zombie wave! I’m about to clear it!!]
In the world of cultivation, the concept of "livestreaming" didn’t exist yet.
But the disciples were utterly captivated by this behavior.
Countless followers flooded the comments:
"As expected of a genius cultivator! We bow in admiration!"
"Which peak do you belong to, fellow Daoist? Don’t you need to cultivate? How are you always sharing strategies?"
"Quick, share your tips! I’m stuck on Pool Stage, Wave 3!"
"Keep it up, fellow Daoist! You’re an inspiration to us all!"
......
For the past two days, Zhong Yi had been obsessed with Survival Mode.
Beyond Wave 5 in Hard difficulty, Survival Mode became brutally challenging.
A single misstep, and the Jester Zombies or Zombonis would wreck his defenses, leading to a total collapse.
As for cultivation...
What a joke—did he even need to cultivate?
He was a personal disciple of an elder.
His master, Zhao Wendao, outright forbade him from cultivating, instead urging him to write guides so he could brag to the other elders.
Rumor had it that Zhao Wendao even held a public lecture at Lingxiao Plaza yesterday, teaching disciples how to strategize their defenses.
Even if Zhong Yi wanted to cultivate, he couldn’t...
Over these two days, Zhong Yi had refined his strategies.
His understanding of the plants had also undergone a dramatic shift compared to his earlier Adventure Mode playthrough.
For instance, the Jalapeño and Cherry Bomb, which he used to hoard, turned out to be absolute lifesavers against zombie hordes.
Or the Starfruit, which he once dismissed as useless—when planted en masse in Pool Stages, it unexpectedly became a powerhouse.
Then there were the upgraded plants, like the Gatling Pea and Cob Cannon—existences capable of annihilating all in their path.
Though he had no idea what "Gatling" or "Cannon" meant, he couldn’t help but wonder if the "Jia" clan was some ancient, legendary cultivation family...
......
"Fellow Daoists, yesterday I was on the verge of ascension when a horde of Savage Zombies ambushed me, forcing me to retreat in defeat..."
"But now, with the aid of the Cob Cannon Daoist, today I shall overcome this trial!"
Before the final battle, Zhong Yi shared his insights with the disciples.
Yesterday, on the Rooftop stage, he had suffered immensely.
He initially thought encountering Savage Zombies in Survival Mode was the ultimate challenge.
Little did he know, an even greater ordeal awaited—waves of Savage Zombies attacking simultaneously.
The Rooftop Survival Mode had such a calamity.
He experimented with countless solutions.
Even with an entire row of Gatling Peas and Torchwoods, the sheer firepower came at a heavy cost.
Finally, after purchasing the [Cob Cannon] from the shop, everything changed.
The Cob Cannon, formed by combining two Kernel-pults, was a Savage Zombie’s worst nightmare!
One shot, and they were reduced to ashes.
The only downside was its long reload time.
But thankfully, Savage Zombies didn’t spawn indefinitely.
In Zhong Yi’s view, no matter how hard the game was, it couldn’t possibly throw endless Savage Zombies at him, right?
That would just be cruel.
He refused to believe Lu Ze was that sadistic.
Hearing Zhong Yi’s words, the disciples erupted with curiosity.
"What? Savage Zombies can attack in waves?!"
"Such difficulty... truly befitting the final stage!"
"Cob Cannon? Why do all these spirit plants have 'Jia' in their names? Is there some hidden meaning?"
"The shop cards are too expensive! I haven’t even unlocked all my slots yet!"
"Fellow Daoist Genius Cultivator, your perseverance is truly awe-inspiring!"
"Ah, text alone isn’t enough—if only there were pictures..."
"Pictures wouldn’t cut it either. Real-time visuals would be the dream!"
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"Fellow Daoists, I embark on my final trial now. Meet me at the summit!"
With those parting words, Zhong Yi returned to Survival Mode and unpaused the game.
One, two, three...
Five Savage Zombies charged at once!
Five lanes of Savage Zombies.
A configuration only seen in Endless Mode in his past life was now served to him on a platter.
This wasn’t Zhong Yi’s first rodeo.
Calm and practiced, he toyed with a kernel in his hand.
The Cob Cannon required manual control.
Just like planting spirit plants, the player had to use their sword to launch the kernel to a designated spot.
Zhong Yi’s technique was flawless.
His blade sliced through the air, the flat of his sword gently flicking three kernels into the gaps between the five Savage Zombies.
A devastating explosion followed, reducing the zombies to dust and resolving the crisis.
Then came the next wave...
Jester Zombies, Gargantuars, Zombonis... one after another.
......
Zhong Yi’s earlier advantages had snowballed.
With spiritual energy to spare,
he rained down endless Cherry Bombs and Jalapeños until the last zombie was obliterated.
Watching the trophy symbolizing his victory fly into his hands, Zhong Yi returned to the main menu, exhilarated.
Just as he was about to share the good news with his fellow forum disciples,
he noticed a small red exclamation mark hovering over Survival Mode.
"What’s this?"
Curious, he re-entered Survival Mode.
Beneath the five cleared Hard Survival stages, five new stages had appeared.
Labeled: [Endless Mode]
"Endless Mode?"
Zhong Yi rubbed his hands together, excitement bubbling within him.
He had just started lamenting the lack of challenge after clearing the game—now, Endless Mode was the perfect remedy.
"Surely it can’t actually be endless... right?"
He muttered skeptically to himself.
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
Just like pills or magical artifacts with grandiose names like "Ascension" or "Demon-Slaying,"
it was probably just hype.
Did anyone actually ascend just by eating a pill?
There were even unlucky fools who failed to reach Foundation Establishment despite consuming Foundation Establishment Pills!
Similarly, Zhong Yi refused to believe in a truly "endless" stage.
After all, Lu Ze’s cultivation level was known—he couldn’t possibly create something beyond reason.
Fresh off his Hard Survival victory, Zhong Yi brimmed with confidence:
"Just you wait, Junior Brother Lu Ze—I’ll find the end of this so-called 'Endless Mode' myself!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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."
