“Infuse it with spiritual energy?”
Zhong Yi’s breath caught for a moment, then his heart leaped with wild joy.
It was just like the final choice in This Demon Cultivator Isn’t That Cold—the classic Lu-style ending.
Use real-world cultivation to change the outcome of the illusion!
Zhong Yi’s choice was as unwavering as ever.
“All in!!!”
He instinctively shouted the term he’d learned from The King of Bidding, then poured all his spiritual energy into it.
This move sent the livestream’s comments into utter shock.
[All his spiritual energy?]
[Is he crazy?]
[You can tell he’s new… back when he fought Stanley, Zhong directly transferred his full cultivation to bully a Foundation Establishment cultivator…]
[Was it worth it? It’s just an illusion.]
[To make up for a regret, how could it not be worth it?]
[If it were someone else’s illusion, definitely not. But Going to the Moon Realm… all I can say is, when Gu Yun and Lin Xi step onto the Heavenly Stairway, art is complete. It’s absolutely worth it!]
…
As Zhong Yi poured in all his spiritual energy,
Lu Ze’s face broke into a playful smile.
Centered on him, a vast and overwhelming dream-weaving formation abruptly unfurled, enveloping the entire dream world within its grasp.
Countless streams of spiritual energy surged from Zhong Yi’s body toward the formation, the light growing brighter and brighter.
“Go and see… the new world you’re about to reach.”
With that,
the dream world began to collapse.
The illusion fell into a brief darkness.
…
The violent sensation of jolting.
“Ah… ahhh!!!”
The familiar scream stirred Zhong Yi, and he groggily opened his eyes.
“We’re going to crash… we’re going to crash! Help me stop it, Junior Brother Zhong!!!”
“???”
Bewildered, he tumbled off the Earth Dragon.
This familiar start almost made Zhong Yi think he’d accidentally started a third playthrough of Going to the Moon Realm.
“I know—the disciple in charge of procurement didn’t inspect it properly. This Earth Dragon should have three holes beneath its horns; it’s a defective breed prone to going berserk.”
Zhong Yi preempted the words Qin Li’en was about to speak, leaving her utterly baffled.
He looked around, his heart sinking like a stone.
It was that same familiar hilltop. Looking up, he could see the old mansion and the tall, straight lighthouse.
This was Gu Yun’s residence.
Aside from the fact that evening was falling, nothing in the storyline had changed!
“What are you standing around for? Let’s go? The client is waiting for us.”
Qin Li’en shot him a puzzled look and urged him on.
Zhong Yi took a deep breath. “Is the client’s surname Gu?”
“Of course.”
Qin Li’en rolled her eyes and walked ahead of him.
Zhong Yi felt a hollow emptiness in his chest, following her with a numb expression.
“How can this be? Where did things go wrong…”
Zhong Yi racked his brain but came up with no answers.
“Could it be that even Nascent Soul-level spiritual energy isn’t enough? That doesn’t make sense…”
The more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.
Though Lu Ze’s methods were unconventional, he would never overlook a low-level cultivator’s experience.
“Then where’s the problem?”
Frowning, Zhong Yi turned to Qin Li’en.
“Senior Sister, has the Nine Heavens Sect activated the Nine Heavens Formation in the last hundred years to ascend to the Moon Realm?”
“Huh???”
Qin Li’en turned her head and stared at Zhong Yi as if he were an idiot.
“Do you have any idea what kind of strength it takes to climb the Heavenly Stairway to the Moon Realm…? The Nine Heavens Sect is a bunch of fools—where would they find a genius like that?”
“Oh…”
Zhong Yi nodded silently.
That meant.
The false memories he’d created for Gu Yun in the dream hadn’t come true.
It seemed Lu Ze had tricked him.
“Junior Brother Lu!”
Zhong Yi gritted his teeth in fury, tempted to go find Lu Ze in person for a little chat.
“Phew… finally here.”
Qin Li’en wiped the sweat from her brow and knocked on the door.
No one answered.
Just as Zhong Yi was about to leave the illusion, he stopped his movements.
A glimmer of stubbornness remained.
“I think I know where he might be.”
With that, Zhong Yi led Qin Li’en to the hill behind the old mansion.
There, beneath the lighthouse, he indeed saw that familiar white-haired old man sitting alone on a bench.
It was Gu Yun.
His eyes were vacant, fixed on the grave beneath the lighthouse.
Zhong Yi’s hope shattered like glass.
Everything was the same as in his previous memory—nothing had changed.
Even though he’d given it his all, he still couldn’t save Lin Xi and Gu Yun’s fate.
“Are you Master Gu? I’m a disciple of the Dream Creation Sect…”
Qin Li’en wasted no time, walking forward to introduce herself.
Their pleasantries drifted past Zhong Yi without registering a single word.
He casually plucked a handful of wildflowers and walked to the grave.
“If I’m not mistaken, this must be your late wife’s grave, right?”
Zhong Yi crouched down, placing the wildflowers in front of the grave, his voice tinged with sorrow.
“It is… how do you know?”
The old man looked at Zhong Yi with curiosity.
“Not only that, but I also know that your wish is to go to the Moon Realm… but your true wish isn’t to go to the Moon Realm—it’s to go to Lin… uh???”
Zhong Yi stopped mid-sentence, frozen in place.
Because the name on the grave wasn't Lin Xi, but someone called Chen Yue.
"What are you talking about? Going to the moon realm or something… nonsense."
The old man looked at Zhong Yi with a baffled expression.
"Junior Brother, did you misread the spirit contract? Old Master Gu Feng's wish… was to write a poem for his late wife…"
Qin Li'en whispered into Zhong Yi's ear.
"Gu… Gu Feng!?"
Zhong Yi's breath caught in his throat, and then a surge of joy filled his heart.
Just then, a streak of silvery moonlight fell upon Zhong Yi's face.
A sudden commotion came from above.
"You're both grown-ups, but you still can't let go of these childish things…"
Gu Feng laughed and scolded, shaking his cane as he shouted toward the sky.
"Brother Yun, you two quiet down! I have something to say to the immortal master!!"
"No, no… it's fine."
Zhong Yi quickly stopped Gu Feng, his eyes red as he looked up.
Gu Yun, with snow-white hair, and Lin Xi stood on the lighthouse's top platform, pointing at the bright moon and the stars in the sky.
"Yun, did you find it?"
"I did. What about you?"
"Yeah, but I was a bit faster than you."
"But I bet the rabbit I found is bigger!"
"I don't believe you. Count it out for me."
"Fine! Look, here, here, and over here…"
……
The corners of Zhong Yi's eyes grew moist again.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
Qin Li'en asked with concern.
"Nothing, it's nothing."
Zhong Yi wiped the corner of his eyes, but couldn't dry them. He laughed and cried all at once, gazing for a long time at the two people searching for shapes of a rabbit on the lighthouse.
The lingering regret in his heart finally dissolved like smoke.
"By the way, Old Master. Your poem… have you settled on it?"
Zhong Yi asked.
"Of course I have! I'll read it to you, you tell me what you think… Huh? Wait, what did I write back then??"
Gu Feng fumbled awkwardly through the little notes in his pocket, looking embarrassed.
"Old Master Gu has a poor memory. Seems he wrote a poem for his wife but recited it wrong at the time, and he's held a grudge ever since… It's a strange regret to have, don't you think?"
Qin Li'en whispered in Zhong Yi's ear.
"Old Master Gu, I happen to have a poem here. May I offer it to you instead?"
"Please, Immortal Master, go ahead!"
"Men have their joys and sorrows, the moon has its wax and wane. Since ancient times, this is hard to perfect…"
Zhong Yi looked up at the full moon in the sky, reciting with a smile:
"But may we live long and share this moonlight, though thousands of miles apart!"
[Sprinkling sweetness! A game ending that reality can't change gets rewritten in another world! The last three chapters are all the author's own take—only this novel writes the tribute to the To the Moon in this way!]
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
