Observation area of the Spirit Firmament Sect.
Zhong Yi stood grimly in the center of the observation area, striving to maintain his dignity as a commentator.
It was almost the same script as the first round.
Clearly, the spawn points of "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet" and "Final Twilight" were worlds apart, yet "Final Twilight" could always traverse thousands of miles to lie in wait directly on "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet's" path.
Drawing on the experience from the first round, Zhou Yue and Li Moran had been more cautious, using detection skills to see through this ambush.
Zhong Yi had initially thought this would be a one-sided battle.
And it was indeed one-sided.
Only the side being crushed was "Final Twilight."
"Brother Zhou tried to duel the enemy, but as soon as he showed even his scalp, his health bar was empty... Good thing he had a five-star helmet, or else Junior Sister Li would have had to face three alone again."
"Brother Zhou is caught in a pincer. Junior Sister Li has already slipped to the side. From this position, landing a backstab would..."
"What!? 'Dusk' suddenly turned around and fired even before Junior Sister Li could!"
"Junior Sister Li reacted quickly, barely getting grazed—only a sliver of health lost..."
"'Dusk' is wearing the Sixth Set they unlocked from Last Round's Immortal Stone. Still, Junior Sister Li's raw skill surpasses 'Dusk's,' one-on-one she's not without a chance to win!"
"What's happening?! 'Dusk's' recoil control this round is devastating—he completely crushed Junior Sister Li in a direct confrontation!?"
"Brother Zhou is also trapped in a desperate situation..."
...
In a flash, victory and defeat were decided.
A crushing defeat.
In the Spirit Firmament Sect's observation area, disciples buzzed with discussion.
"What's going on? Why is this 'Final Twilight' so strong?"
"Were they holding back before?"
"I've never seen True Heir Li look so pathetic..."
"I'm done for. I bet a ton of Spirit Stones on True Heir Lu winning..."
"Could True Heir Lu step in and turn things around?"
"How could he turn things around? If True Heir Lu had any real tricks, he wouldn't have become the Saint of Chu!"
...
A wave of sighs and groans swept through the Spirit Firmament Sect's observation area.
Zhong Yi's face was deathly pale.
His own gameplay might be terrible, but his insight was sharp.
There was something incredibly off about the three members of "Final Twilight"!
Especially that one named "Dusk."
Zhong Yi's perspective had been locked on "Dusk" the whole time, so he'd seen everything clearly.
Li Moran's position hadn't been revealed at all from his angle.
How could "Dusk" instantly detect Li Moran the moment she raised her muzzle?
That perfect recoil control—Zhong Yi dared not comment recklessly.
But the moment Li Moran fell, he distinctly saw "Dusk's" muzzle jerk right and fire two shots at a nearby wall!
It was absolutely bizarre!!
Zhong Yi was strongly suspicious that the three members of "Final Twilight," like Jiang Lingfeng when he cheated in "Eternal Nightfall," had tampered with the illusion realm.
But without evidence, he couldn't voice these accusations in such a setting, lest he invite criticism.
He watched the leaderboard in extreme anxiety.
Having been eliminated in the blink of an eye for two straight rounds, "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet" was now firmly in sixth place, with points coming only from the meager materials in the reincarnation seal.
At this point, to turn things around, they'd need at least two first-place finishes and to eliminate "Final Twilight" early. Even then, it was barely possible.
Given the current situation, even if Lu Ze joined the fight, it seemed utterly hopeless.
Zhong Yi sighed helplessly and shook his head in profound sorrow.
"This time, there really is no chance..."
...
Main venue of the Heavenly Dao livestream.
The barrage of comments was overwhelming, the crowd seething with rage.
What's going on?? The Spirit Firmament Sect got eliminated first for two rounds straight???
When did Final Twilight become this insane?
Match-fixing! Match-fixing!
What match-fixing are you on about? It's obvious Final Twilight was holding back to ambush everyone!
Heavens have fallen. I bet my entire fortune on Cultivate Your Delicate Feet...
I'm already on my way to the Nine Springs Peak. See you in the next life, fellow cultivators.
Report that betting illusion realm!! It's stealing people's Spirit Stones and taking lives!!!
I suspect that illusion realm was set up by Final Twilight themselves, conspiring to rob us all!!
Lu the Demon Lord? Can't he step in and save the day?
How is he supposed to save it? By cultivating someone else's foot?
It's not like no one plays the foot-cultivating style. Final Twilight's game sense is just too superb—their map positioning is incredible.
Map positioning nothing! They're checking spots they've never even seen before. Strange as hell.
Don't count on Lu the Demon Lord... If he truly had the skill, why would he have done those heinous things in the First Stage?
Exactly, since when does a true master throw away a good reputation just to become the Saint of Chu?
What if... he actually likes it?
Even if he does have the skill, it's useless! Cultivate Your Delicate Feet is broke now... they can't even afford equipment!
It's all over. I'm bankrupt...
...
Observation area of the independent cultivators.
"Brother Rakshasa, you've really done me a huge favor this time!"
Blood Crow was overwhelmed with emotion, patting Rakshasa on the shoulder like a blood brother.
"What are you saying, Brother Blood Crow? I'm just returning what I owed you!"
Rakshasa replied smugly.
These two were now brothers in misfortune.
One had squandered his entire fortune promoting "The Eightfold Venerable," ending up penniless.
The other had been expelled from the Azure Mountain Sect, leaving behind nothing of his meager belongings.
Now, they had pinned every last hope on this tournament.
With a staggering 800,000 cultivators watching this match, even if only half placed bets, it would be a massive sum.
They had staked their last bits of savings—every single Spirit Stone—on "Final Twilight."
Clearly, the Heart Demon's sorcery never disappointed.
Two straight rounds of overwhelming victory had already secured "Final Twilight's" top spot.
"I was only going to bet half, but you convinced me to go all in..."
Blood Crow marveled.
"Today, I rise from the ashes, and Brother Rakshasa deserves prime credit!"
"Absolutely, absolutely... Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
...
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The team interface of "Cultivate Your Delicate Feet."
Lu Ze watched the replay Li Moran had shared of their elimination and almost burst out laughing.
The moment that guy took down Li Moran, his crosshair locked onto Zhou Yue behind the wall—it was painfully obvious.
"Damn! Is this guy for real? Those last two shots were fired at me through the wall?!"
Zhou Yue might never have seen a hack before, but he instantly spotted the problem with "Dusk."
"He's like he's got eyes in the back of his head... Very weird."
Li Moran nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he's cheating."
Lu Ze nodded, confirming their suspicions.
"Good news is... it's not too blatant."
After two rounds of observation, and watching the first-person perspectives of Li Moran and Zhou Yue, Lu Ze had basically figured out the parameters of the opponent's hacks.
Probably three functions: wallhacks, aim-awareness, and aim assist.
The parameters were too low.
In the era of "Giant Gyroscope" from his past life, this was barely a child's play.
Lu Ze guessed the opponent didn't dare push it too far, for fear of being instantly caught by the Heavenly Dao's remnant spirit.
For cultivators who'd only been playing the game for less than two months, these hacks were unbeatable.
But for him, they were manageable.
As long as they didn't turn on full-hone auto-aim or headshot locking, he had a ninety percent chance of overwhelming them.
"So now what do we do, Junior Brother Lu?"
Zhou Yue frowned, his heart racing as he stared at the team’s ranking.
“No worries. I’ve got this.”
Lu Ze said with a casual smile, spreading his hands.
“But... we’ve got less than two million in assets left,” Li Moran hesitated.
In the previous round, he and Zhou Yue had gone all out, each preparing nearly two million in combat equipment.
They originally had seven million in assets, and now less than two million remained.
That was nowhere near enough to gear up all three of them!
“How about we just buy guns and skip the helmets and armor? Go in and gamble it all?” Zhou Yue gritted his teeth and suggested.
“Who said you’re bringing guns?”
Lu Ze slowly wagged his finger.
“Combine the three sets. Give all the gear to me...”
“You two just sit back and watch.”
“This round’s a lesson.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
