Note Before Viewing: “To the Moon” has a lot of early setup, making the first few chapters slower in pace, but it gradually becomes more exciting as the mysteries unravel in the middle section. I hope you’ll be patient and stick with it.
“To the Moon Realm? Lu Ze?”
Guo Yunfeng murmured as she read the information on the illusion crystal.
This was the illusion that the Illusion Alliance had instructed her to give the worst evaluation to.
In truth, Guo Yunfeng held some resentment toward Lu Ze.
About half a year ago, when “This Demon Cultivator Isn’t Too Cold” was released, quite a few immature young disciples in the Heartless Sect fell victim to it, wasting a lot of their cultivation time.
So even without the Illusion Alliance’s transaction, she had wanted to make things difficult for Lu Ze anyway.
“Illusionist Lu Ze… I’ve heard of your ‘This Demon Cultivator Isn’t Too Cold,’ but…”
Guo Yunfeng raised her tone slightly, the chill in her eyes deepening.
“I’ve experienced it myself, and I found nothing remarkable about it.”
With that, she placed the illusion crystal of “To the Moon Realm” into the Illusion Tower and sank her consciousness into it.
A bright moon hung in the deep blue, starry night sky.
Accompanied by a gentle, melodious tune, the perspective gradually pulled back, and a tall, tower-shaped building appeared in Guo Yunfeng’s field of vision.
For some reason, upon hearing this melody, even her usually tranquil heartstrings stirred with an unusual tremor.
“Is it because of the unfamiliar instrument?”
Guo Yunfeng frowned slightly but dismissed the thought.
As the illusion finished loading, her figure materialized atop a speeding giant beast.
A male voice that sounded somewhat unreliable rang in her ears.
“Junior Sister Guo, this worm-dragon is acting strange… Help me suppress it, quick!”
In the jolting, unsteady view, a long-haired youth in a white robe with blue patterns was frantically tugging at the reins, his face contorted in an exaggerated, panicked expression.
As her gaze followed, a character description appeared before her:
[Xu Ci: Senior Brother of the “Dreamweaving Sect”]
“Dreamweaving Sect?”
Guo Yunfeng grew curious. When the words “Dreamweaving Sect” lit up, she casually clicked to view more.
[Dreamweaving Sect: One of the few remaining major sects in the Azure Blue Realm. Famous for illusion techniques, they can peek into others’ memories through dreams.]
[Azure Blue Realm: A low-martial world with sparse spiritual energy. The physical quality of cultivators here is generally poor, and they mostly specialize in mystical techniques.]
“Aaaaah!! Junior Sister Guo, what are you doing!? Help me together—no, no!! It’s about to go berserk!!!”
Xu Ci let out a miserable scream. A red [Berserk] buff suddenly appeared above the giant beast they rode, and it charged straight at a squirrel in the middle of the road.
“Boom—!!”
A violent crash.
Both Guo Yunfeng and Xu Ci were thrown off the worm-dragon, kicking up thick dust.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch—!”
Rubbing his shoulder, Xuici stood up and extended a hand toward Guo Yunfeng.
“Junior Sister Guo, are you alright?”
Guo Yunfeng carefully examined the man before her.
This was her senior brother in the illusion world.
He seemed brash, unreliable, and a bit of a chatterbox.
‘So this is the man Lu Ze designed as the object of my affection?’
A cold sneer rose in Guo Yunfeng’s heart.
She simply couldn’t fathom how Lu Ze thought such a useless man could move her.
‘Looks like the Illusion Alliance worried for nothing.’
Resolved, Guo stood up from the ground and shook her head at Xu Ci, signaling she was fine.
Xu Ci stroked his chin, circling the worm-dragon—now unconscious from crashing into a tree—as he studied it.
“Strange… Why did it suddenly go berserk? Could the trading firm have sold us a defective one with innate flaws?”
Xuici muttered to himself.
Guo Yunfeng ignored him.
Now that she knew Xu Ci was the “love interest” Lu Ze had arranged, she figured that as long as she didn’t engage with him, the illusion would collapse on its own.
She was curious to see how the supposed illusion master Lu Ze could make her fall in love under these circumstances.
Guo Yunfeng looked at the colossal creature lying on the ground.
[Worm-Dragon: A common beast in the Azure Blue Realm, used for long-distance transport by humans. Fast, but rather clumsy and usually docile in temperament.]
She then glanced at the squirrel that had been trampled to death by the berserk worm-dragon in the middle of the road.
[Squirrel: Ordinary animal. (Dead. The corpse emits a foul stench.)]
“Junior Sister Guo, do you know how to tell whether a worm-dragon is good or bad?”
“Let me tell you—if there are three holes beneath the horn on its forehead, it means it might have an innate defect that causes it to go berserk.”
“Those accountants must not have inspected it carefully… Hey? Junior Sister Guo? Junior Sister Guo, wait for me!”
…
While Xu Ci was rambling on, analyzing the situation, Guo Yunfeng had already started walking toward the destination marked by the main quest.
She and Xu Ci were on this trip because they had accepted a task from the Dreamweaving Sect.
The Dreamweaving Sect’s illusion techniques were incredibly powerful, allowing them to explore memories and construct dreams.
When mastered to the highest level, these techniques could even alter people’s memories.
Thus, dying people often paid a hefty sum to hire the Dreamweaving Sect to modify their memories, fulfilling unfinished wishes in the dream.
Now, on this remote mountaintop, such a client awaited them.
[Main Quest:]
[Head to the target location, complete the dream commission, and fulfill Gu Yun’s final wish.]
Despite Xu Ci chattering behind her, Guo Yunfeng remained steadfast. Following the quest guide, she arrived at the front of an old mansion atop the hill.
After a moment, a kind-faced middle-aged woman opened the door, followed by two children with innocent, naive expressions.
“Honored immortal masters, please come in!”
As Guo Yunfeng stepped across the threshold, a line of text slowly unfolded before her eyes:
[Act One: “I’ve never told anyone, but… I’ve always thought they were lighthouses.”]
“What does this sentence mean?”
Guo Yunfeng was puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.
The woman who opened the door was named Chen Lili, a servant of the mansion, and the two children behind her were her own.
The owner of this mansion was the client who had commissioned the Dreamweaving Sect: Gu Yun.
“The master is kind-hearted. He lets me and the children live here and even arranged rooms for us.”
“The master is upstairs undergoing treatment now. I’m not sure how much longer he can hold on…”
“Honored immortal masters, please follow me.”
Guo Yunfeng and Xu Ci followed Chen Lili as she led them upstairs.
“This Gu Yun fellow seems pretty decent, huh?”
Xu Ci kept jabbering as they walked, stifling a yawn.
“Ah, forget it. For a good person, I’ll stay up late tonight…”
Just as they reached the second floor, the playful laughter of the two children sounded from downstairs, followed by an extraordinarily pleasing melody of a string instrument.
Guo Yunfeng stopped in her tracks.
The tune sounded very familiar—it was the same unknown song she’d heard when she first entered the illusion.
“Is that… your child playing the instrument?”
Breaking her silence, Guo Yunfeng spoke for the first time.
For some reason, the melody had a strange magnetism that sparked a rare curiosity in her.
“Yes, the master taught them. They’re not yet skilled, so please forgive their poor playing, honored master.”
Chen Lili answered with a smile.
“No... it was played very well.”
Guo Yunfeng shook her head. For some reason, the melody was pleasant and melodious, yet it made her nose tingle with emotion.
Not good!
She quickly realized that the song seemed to contain some kind of technique, which was stirring up strange feelings in her.
‘Can’t fall for that kid’s tricks...’
Guo Yunfeng took a deep breath and returned to her previous composure.
She pushed open the door to the master bedroom on the second floor and walked in.
“Divine Healer, how is the old master doing?”
“Not good... If not for the Heart-Strengthening Gu keeping him alive, he might have already...”
A gray-haired woman with a special talisman painted under her eyes shook her head beside the bed.
Guo Yunfeng turned to look at her.
[Wen Yaoxin: A rare Gu healer from the Canglan Realm]
“Hey, hey, she’s a Gu healer... I’ve heard hiring a Gu healer costs even more than our Dream Creation Sect...”
Xu Ci quickly whispered into Guo Yunfeng’s ear.
“Strange, given this old man’s household, they don’t seem like such a wealthy family?”
Guo Yunfeng ignored Xu Ci. At this moment, the main quest before her had updated.
[Main Quest:]
[Set up the Dream Creation Array for the employer]
She walked to the bedside and, following the system’s guidance, surveyed the spots for arranging the array.
“Let’s begin setting up the array.”
...
With Xu Ci’s help, the array setup took only a few breaths’ time.
[Main Quest Updated:]
[Ask the employer about their dying wish]
Glancing at the quest prompt, Guo Yunfeng approached Chen Lili and asked, “What is your master’s wish?”
Xu Ci added from the side, “We have to know his wish to build the dream and alter his memories.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Chen Lili blurted out:
“The Lunar Realm.”
“The old master’s wish is...”
“To go to the Lunar Realm.”
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, 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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
