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!"
......
"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!"
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."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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.
