Guo Yunfeng’s illusion world.
When the usually brash Xu Ci suddenly turned cold and declared that Lin Xi had to disappear, Guo Yunfeng was surprised.
Rarely did she ever contradict Xu Ci.
Then, just as Zhong Yi had experienced,
she was trapped, endured countless trials and dangers, and by the time she finally found Xu Ci, she could only catch a glimpse of Lin Xi being taken away.
If Lu Ze had built an illusion like This Demon Cultivator Isn’t So Cold, centered on forging bonds between cultivators and characters, Guo Yunfeng would never have fallen for it.
She would never follow a set path, leaving NPCs to perform a solitary act, making the story feel thin.
Lu Ze knew this well, which was why he chose instead to place the audience as a bystander, watching a heart-wrenching love story unfold.
Of course, a touching story alone wasn’t enough.
A narrative style like To the Moon Realm, which plants a major mystery early on and unravels it through flashbacks, combined with the Fear-Soul Heart-Twining Array seamlessly woven into the BGM—
The more diligently players explored, the deeper they immersed themselves, and the greater the impact.
To avoid Xu Ci, Guo Yunfeng explored the dream space with meticulous care—and that led to—
At this moment, she was on the verge of an emotional explosion!
‘No… I can’t fall for Lu Ze’s trick…’
Guo Yunfeng bit her lip, struggling to suppress the heart that had remained unmoved for centuries.
Gu Yun’s memories began to replay.
The scenes she had witnessed earlier, where Lin Xi’s figure faded away bit by bit, came flooding back.
At the same time, a melancholic melody began to play.
♪Words of sorrow linger, half-spoken yet held back♪
♪I stand alone, searching the endless night without trace♪
…
By the lighthouse, Gu Yun looked at Lin Xi beside him, his face full of guilt, as her figure faded away little by little.
…
♪Why do my words always fail to match my intent♪
♪Countless thoughts on my lips, yet none reveal my heart♪
…
In the old house, Lin Xi, lying sick in bed, held the blue-and-yellow paper rabbit toward Gu Yun, her faint question—"Tell me, what do you see?"—softly faded away.
…
♪If this whole world turns to void, only the moon shines on your face♪
♪I wish to take your hand and ride the wind, soaring together to the nine heavens♪
♪Even if the stars fall and the Milky Way grows cold, I remain serene♪
…
Under the starry sky, a boy waved at a girl.
“What if you forget, or get lost?”
“We’ll always meet on the moon, silly!”
The wind scattered the promise.
Their figures vanished into the night…
…
♪With you by my side, all is well♪
♪With you by my side, all is well♪
…
As the song All Is Well, adapted from the previous life’s To the Moon theme Everything’s Alright, began to play, Guo Yunfeng suddenly felt a long-forgotten ache gripping her chest.
Driven by All Is Well, the Fear-Soul Heart-Twining Array reached its peak.
Watching Lin Xi’s traces being erased bit by bit, her heart felt as if pierced by knives, her eyes turning red as she tightly shut them.
Even so,
a single turbid tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.
…
…
By the Idle Cloud Lake, the gathered cultivators erupted into murmurs.
“Did Elder Guo… just shed a tear?”
“It seemed like she wiped the corner of her eye just now…”
“That song really stung to hear! Especially with the images of Lin xi disappearing… It wouldn’t be strange if Elder Guo cried!”
“That Xu Ci looks decent enough—why would she do something so heartless?”
“So, did she cry or not?”
“Damn it, you’re asking me? My eyes are blurry too—I can’t see clearly!”
“This illusion is flawed? I can’t make out the screen, don’t know if Elder Guo cried, but I’m crying…”
…
The cultivators debated.
Some said Guo Yunfeng had cried, others said she hadn’t.
But whether she had or not no longer seemed to matter.
Everyone had already felt the devastating power of To the Moon Realm.
It was on a completely different level from the previous illusions!
Many cultivators present had eyes red and swollen from crying, and few had clearly seen the single tear from Guo Yunfeng.
At this moment, the illusionary projection over Idle Cloud Lake continued.
Guo Yunfeng’s eyes were red, and she watched in silence as Gu Yun’s entirely new life unfolded.
She saw him train diligently, saw him join the Nine Heavens Sect…
The more she watched, the more her heart felt heavy.
This was not the To the Moon Realm she wanted to see, nor the one Gu Yun wanted.
Until—a “plop.”
A violent tremor shook the dream world.
Without any warning,
a girl’s figure emerged from the Nine Heavens Sect’s teleportation array.
Gu Yun and Lin Xi met again.
Every earlier sadness had been telegraphed by the plot, giving Guo Yunfeng a mental warning to brace herself.
But this sudden reunion scene caught her completely off guard. Guo Yunfeng felt her own heart skip a beat.
Her eyes suddenly stung, her cheeks felt damp.
Guo Yunfeng touched her face in disbelief—her hand came back slick with tears.
“These are… tears?”
She murmured, staring at her palm, then at the reunited pair before her.
Love can cross mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled.
The corners of Guo Yunfeng’s mouth curled involuntarily into a smile.
Then, tears streamed uncontrollably.
…
…
At that very moment.
Around Idle Cloud Lake, countless watching cultivators finally saw clearly.
Guo Yunfeng was crying.
And she was crying torrents of tears.
“She cried!! Elder Guo cried!!”
“As expected of Old Demon Lu, he even made an Emotionless Sect elder cry…”
“Who says he forced her? Weren’t we all willing??”
“Love stronger than gold, love stronger than gold!!!”
“Gu Yun and Lin Xi—no matter how many times they reincarnate, they’ll surely find each other again, right?”
“Too bad it’s all a dream. Miss Lin… what a pity!”
…
…
[Moral Value +9999]
The cold system prompt turned into warm Moral Value.
Lu Ze raised an eyebrow, a hint of glee tugging at his lips.
The upgraded Moral System now awarded Moral Value for psychologically breaking cultivators too.
For someone like Guo Yunfeng, a cultivator rarely touched by joy or sorrow, breaking her defense yielded far more Moral Value than others!
“I’ll have to make more Emotionless Sect exclusive games in the future…”
Lu Ze stroked his chin, scheming.
The remnant of the Heavenly Dao beside him frowned: “She cried?”
Lu Ze nodded: “Yeah, wept buckets.”
“Looks like I won’t get a chance to step in, then.”
The remnant of the Heavenly Dao pursed its lips.
“And the payment…?”
The reason the remnant of the Heavenly Dao had agreed to serve as Lu Ze’s safety net was because Lu Ze had promised something very beneficial to it.
“You and me? Of course I’ll deliver on what I promised.”
Lu Ze calculated the time in his mind.
Seeing that the cultivators in the illusion were nearing the end of the story, he said with a grin:
“Don’t rush…”
“It’s about to begin.”
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."
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.
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?!
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.”
