Lu Ze's seemingly casual slash left the viewers in the Heavenly Dao Livestream absolutely shocked.
[???]
[The defense of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator was broken just like that??]
[Just what cultivation level is Old Demon Lu!!!]
[Rumor has it he's at the Nascent Soul Realm.]
[A Nascent Soul suppressing a Void Refinement expert?? Even "Battle Through the Heavens" wouldn't dare write something like that!]
[Perhaps... the Illusion Realm is different from reality?]
[It is different. Reality relies on cultivation, while the Illusion Realm relies on divine sense... But divine sense and cultivation are fundamentally inseparable!]
[I'm just a low-level cultivator and don't get it. Can a big shot explain it to me? Didn't he just break a lousy mask? Why is everyone making such a fuss...]
[Your realm is too low, so it's normal you don't understand... The difficulty of True Disciple Lu's move is even higher than directly injuring Rakshasa!]
[Wait... who is this!?]
[Elder Wei of the Qingshan Sect!?]
...
Crack after crack appeared on Rakshasa's mask.
The mask shattered upon impact, revealing a widely recognized face—
The elder of the Qingshan Sect, Wei Chengqing.
"You... how is this possible!?"
Wei Chengqing subconsciously covered his face, but it was too late. The sea of comments in the livestream had already recognized him.
"Elder Wei, what are you hiding for? Do you feel you're too shameful to be seen?"
Lu Ze looked at Wei Chengqing with a smiling expression.
He wasn't surprised that an elder of the Illusion Alliance turned out to be an elder of one of the Five Great Sects.
Let alone the Qingshan Sect, which had never gotten along well with the Lingxiao Sect, Lu Ze wouldn't even be surprised if there were members of the Illusion Alliance within his own Lingxiao Sect.
Ever since the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit got involved, the scale of the Illusion Realm had grown exponentially. It was impossible for cultivators not to be envious.
Competition was just competition.
Even if the Illusion Alliance used some secret arts to deduce the mysteries of his Illusion Realm, Lu Ze felt it was understandable.
But in the end, this guy actually tried to suppress him using his cultivation base?
Lu Ze definitely wasn't going to show him any mercy.
Wei Chengqing's expression fluctuated, looking extremely ugly.
His heart was filled with raging waves of shock.
Just as the chat had said, breaking his mask was simply too absurd!
His appearance in the Illusion Realm was a projection of his own divine sense within the Heavenly Dao Illusion Realm.
The worst possible outcome of a clash inside the Illusion Realm was merely the destruction of this projection, resulting in some damage to his divine sense.
However, Lu Ze shattering his mask was equivalent to tracing the illusion back to his actual self and altering the projection from its very source.
Something like this, let alone a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator...
Not even Blood Crow, whose cultivation was two minor realms higher than his own, could possibly achieve it!
The Heavenly Dao Livestream was filled with hidden talents, and soon an expert pointed out the brilliance of Lu Ze's move. The chat instantly flared up again.
[Hiss... Does that mean as long as we are in the Illusion Realm, we have no secrets in front of Old Demon Lu!?]
[Crap, I've badmouthed Old Demon Lu quite a bit in the past. He won't track me down too, will he?]
[Impossible! He's different from before. Now he is Early Saint Lu!]
[I think a few days ago someone got muted by Old Demon Lu just for talking about Early Saint Lu...]
[He's already an Early Saint, how can he still hold such grudges!!]
...
"It's just a dev tool, why the big fuss."
Looking at the dense swarm of comments in the sky, Lu Ze chuckled and muttered softly.
"Impossible... How could a mere Nascent Soul possess such means!?"
Wei Chengqing shook his head desperately.
He raised his head, looked at the cluster of golden light above, and suddenly came to a realization.
"I understand... I understand now!!"
"It must be an issue with this Heavenly Dao Illusion Realm... The Heavenly Dao has a deep relationship with you and lent you its cultivation here! That must be it!!!"
"You couldn't possibly defeat me! Absolutely impossi—"
Before he could finish his sentence.
The cluster of golden light in the sky abruptly turned pitch black.
A gloomy human face materialized, revealing an eerie smile.
The next moment,
Two massive palms suddenly appeared on either side of Wei Chengqing.
The palms slammed shut, and the Illusion Alliance elder known as Rakshasa completely vanished from the Heavenly Dao Illusion Realm.
Heaven and earth returned to tranquility.
"You rascal..."
Lu Ze rubbed his forehead helplessly.
He had originally planned to erase Wei Chengqing from the Illusion Realm himself, but he hadn't expected this idiot to speak without thinking and provoke the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit into striking first.
He couldn't help but mutter under his breath:
"Now it's going to be even harder to clear my name..."
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Luofeng Continent, Illusion Alliance Base.
"Pfft!!!"
Forcibly kicked out of the Illusion Realm, Wei Chengqing spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.
The green ghost mask on his face had long been shattered into pieces.
Wei Chengqing couldn't even bother to circulate his energy to regulate his breath. Without even wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he prepared to flee.
Blood Crow, who was currently in a fit of rage, could be anywhere by now.
He was already two minor realms lower than Blood Crow.
Just now in the Heavenly Dao Illusion Realm, he had been forcibly erased, causing significant damage to his divine sense. Now, he was even less of a match for the other party.
With Blood Crow's current level of resentment, it was entirely possible for him to undergo demonic deviation right on the spot.
If they really bumped into each other now, whether he could survive was highly debatable...
Just as he stepped out of the Illusion Alliance cave dwelling,
A monstrous aura of blood shot up into the sky, and countless blood crows cawed all around him.
"Elder Wei..."
"Let's have a nice, long chat..."
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Lihuo Peak, Lingyu Pavilion.
Lu Ze's Illusion Realm world.
"I'm telling you, couldn't you have just distributed the reward directly? Why make it so flashy and complicated..."
Lu Ze couldn't help but quietly complain.
"This Heavenly Dao likes it this way."
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit's righteous and confident reply left Lu Ze speechless.
[Illusion Realm reward has been issued. Please check!]
A line of golden text appeared in Lu Ze's Illusion Realm, and subsequently, a gorgeously designed red wooden chest engraved with dense runes materialized in front of him.
"This is the first prize? The treasure chest design is actually pretty nice."
Lu Ze looked at the treasure chest with a calm expression, unable to help but sigh in realization that the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit had been deeply influenced by his gaming style. Whether it was the method of distributing rewards or the appearance of the rewards themselves, it was exactly the same as a gacha pull from his past life.
"Aren't you curious about what reward you'll get?"
The Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled.
Because Lu Ze's expression didn't look excited in the slightest.
Among those cultivators who received rewards, apart from Blood Crow and Rakshasa, every single one of them was overwhelmingly grateful and incredibly thrilled.
"Do I even need to think about it? It's definitely the Dao Transformation Incantation."
Lu Ze answered with a smiling face.
The prizes in the first-class prize pool were all extremely special cultivation techniques or magical treasures, otherwise it wouldn't have attracted such massive financial investment from the Illusion Alliance.
Among them, the only thing that tempted Lu Ze was an ancient cultivation technique called the Dao Transformation Incantation.
According to his speculation, practicing the Dao Transformation Incantation would further enhance his ability to control the direction of the Illusion Realm, greatly increasing the immersiveness of the story.
It was no exaggeration to say that if not for the allure of the Dao Transformation Incantation, he might not have even bothered competing with the Illusion Alliance for this first-place reward.
As for why he was so certain that the reward was definitely the Dao Transformation Incantation...
Lu Ze knew the personality of this Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit guy inside and out.
It was the textbook definition of saying one thing but doing another.
It claimed everything was randomized, but in reality, it always gave him exactly what he needed.
In all the various competitions held on a whim previously, the treasures Lu Ze obtained were always exactly what he needed to construct his Illusion Realms.
Lu Ze looked triumphantly at the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit. Just as he was about to open the treasure chest, he suddenly noticed something off about the way the spirit was looking at him.
The moment the treasure chest opened, the golden runes on the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit's body suddenly flashed.
[Congratulations on obtaining the illusion realm reward: Ten-Character True Art]
"..."
Lu Ze took a deep breath and looked at the Heavenly Dao Remnant Spirit.
"You secretly swapped the reward, didn't you?"
"?"
"Say something!"
"Heh, how could this Heavenly Dao ever go back on its word?"
"Then why did you turn around??"
"How could a mortal comprehend the actions of this Heavenly Dao?"
"Then why the hell did the runes on your body just flash!!"
"Mortal, cease your nonsense."
"Give me back my Dao Transformation Art!!!"
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."
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.
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?!
