[Detected that the Sacred Beast of the Beast Taming Sect is about to fall, plunging the world's spirit beasts into chaos—this is the perfect opportunity to destroy the bond between righteous cultivators and their spirit beasts!]
[Mission 1: Guide righteous cultivators to kill spirit beasts (0/1,000,000)]
[Mission 2: Collect spirit beasts' resentment toward cultivators (0/1,000,000)]
[Reward: Spirit Taming Art]
"..."
After reading through the system mission info, Lu Ze couldn't help but take a deep breath.
He turned to look at He Muye.
"Sect Leader He, does that Corrupted Soul have a strong enough tolerance for pressure?"
"What? What do you mean?"
He Muye looked completely baffled.
"Nothing, just afraid it might get scared off."
Lu Ze sighed and mentally closed the system mission interface.
With this system mission appearing, choosing which game to use as the illusion world wasn't even a question anymore.
When it came to a "harmonious and loving" atmosphere between players and summoned beasts, it had to be Palworld—no doubt about it.
In this game, Lu Ze didn't even need to give any guidance to the cultivators.
Before long, they'd be acting even more demonic than demon cultivators...
With that thought, he cupped his fists toward He Muye and said:
"Sect Leader He, I'll stay here at your Beast Taming Sect for now and focus fully on creating the illusion world!"
...
...
Lu Ze was using version 1.0 of Palworld, which had an enormous map.
It could be considered the most massive project Lu Ze had ever taken on since he started crafting illusion worlds.
Even though Lu Ze had already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and his spiritual sense had been further strengthened by a piece of Cosmic Soul Crystal, it still took him nearly a week just to build the rough outline of the entire map.
"Good thing I only came here after finishing my secluded cultivation... Otherwise, I might not have been able to handle this."
Lu Ze hovered above the massive World Tree, overlooking the vast Palworld continent, muttering to himself.
This was his first time creating such a vast illusion world.
If it were just the illusion's scope, that would be one thing.
But the map also had to load tens of thousands of Pals.
According to the Beast Taming Sect's requirements, to make this illusion world as realistic as possible, each Pal's ecology and habits had to be individually designed.
Ideally, every Pal should be like an NPC in a story-driven game, equipped with a cyber soul.
If that was how it were done, the computing power needed to run the entire illusion world would have been beyond what Lu Ze could handle before his secluded cultivation.
"Where am I supposed to get cyber souls?"
Lu Ze pinched his chin, deep in thought.
Get cultivators' cyber souls to play the Pals?
It was feasible, but it probably wouldn't be convincing enough...
If it felt too off, it might not earn the Beast Taming Sect's approval, nor would it fool that Corrupted Soul.
Collecting spirit beast souls now?
That seemed too late.
"Is this your new illusion world? Not bad, barely looks like a world."
The remnant of the Heavenly Dao suddenly appeared beside Lu Ze, rare for it to offer what could be considered praise.
Lu Ze stared at the Heavenly Dao remnant for a long while, then shook his head.
No, he couldn't beat this guy—if he asked it to play a Pal, it would probably tear him apart first...
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a new idea struck Lu Ze.
Outside, there was a situation similar to this Heavenly Dao remnant—a Corrupted Soul of a sacred beast...
He couldn't beat the Heavenly Dao remnant, but he could handle a weakened sacred beast, right?
With that thought, Lu Ze grinned at the Heavenly Dao remnant:
"Hey, old Heaven, want a mount? A cute little thing that's kind of your peer..."
...
...
Beast Taming Sect, Beast God Hall.
"What? You want to bring that Corrupted Soul into the illusion world right now?!"
He Muye stared at Lu Ze in shock.
"That's right. It's the final piece of the illusion."
Lu Ze nodded with a smile.
"Without a seal, it might erode your illusion world..."
He Muye's eyes were full of concern.
"Doesn't matter. I need the unsealed version."
Lu Ze shook his head confidently.
"In the illusion world, Lu Ze is invincible."
Nangong Yuan couldn't help twitching his mouth. "Look at you, all smug..."
He Muye furrowed his brows, looking deeply hesitant.
The danger of the Corrupted Soul to spirit beasts lay in the fact that it was a mass of endless resentment, using the power of the Cosmic Dream Serpent (Mengchi) to continuously corrupt the minds of spirit beasts, driving them to decline.
The Beast Taming Sect's plan was to seal the Corrupted Soul and erase its awareness of everything in the Tianxuan Continent.
By creating a new world and new spirit beasts, they could redirect its resentment from real spirit beasts.
That's why they needed a cultivator to create an unprecedented world of spirit beasts.
Now, Lu Ze was actually asking to send the unsealed Corrupted Soul into the illusion—this meant Lu Ze would face a highly aggressive ancient sacred beast alone!
Even if Lu Ze was hailed as the greatest illusion master of the era, he was still just a Nascent Soul cultivator...
"Don't worry, Sect Leader He. Even if I can't handle it, someone else can."
Lu Ze patted his chest and assured him again.
"Alright... If you, Lu Zhenchuan, sense anything wrong, you must immediately leave the illusion. The Beast Taming Sect will do everything we can to suppress that beast for you!"
He Muye gritted his teeth and agreed.
...
A quarter of an hour later.
The Illusory World of "Palworld".
Lu Ze was lying leisurely on the massive branch of the World Tree, nibbling on a spiritual fruit.
By now, the Pal Continent had been roughly developed.
Countless Pal tribes roamed across the Pal Continent.
The habits, lifestyles, and traits of each Pal had been meticulously compiled by Lu Ze.
Even without cybernetic souls, at first glance, they looked like living spirit beasts.
Of course, Lu Ze had no intention of settling for a lower bar.
If the task failed because the lack of souls made them unauthentic, the loss would be huge.
"Why hasn't it come yet?"
Lu Ze reached up and yawned.
As soon as he spoke, a rift tore open in the sky.
A pitch-black Mengchi suddenly appeared before the World Tree.
"Spirit...beasts..."
The Mengchi looked down at the countless Pals below, a hint of confusion in its gaze.
Clearly, it had never seen these spirit beasts before.
"Kill..."
Though it had never seen them, its basic code was triggered anyway.
Without the suppression of the main Mengchi body, this Corrupted Soul stared greedily, ready to lunge at the Pals on the ground.
Just then, a massive net descended from the sky, binding it tightly.
"Hey, what's the rush?"
Lu Ze appeared before it slowly.
"Hu...man..."
A jet-black horn suddenly sprouted from the Mengchi's head.
"Die..."
The golden net wrapped around it shattered with a bang.
"Hold on, hold on..."
Lu Ze grinned and waved his hand.
"Your opponent isn't me."
With that, a golden palm suddenly grabbed the Corrupted Soul Mengchi in its grip...
...
...
A quarter of an hour later.
Looking at the Mengchi, now smaller and with eyes much clearer, Lu Ze nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, not bad. It actually works."
The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao had killed the Mengchi countless times just now.
What entered the illusory realm wasn't its main body, but a sliver of consciousness, endlessly revived by Lu Ze's spells, only to die again.
As Lu Ze had hypothesized, the Mengchi—a conglomerate of countless spirit beast lingering souls—released not only its own soul upon each death but also the cybernetic souls of all the spirit beasts within it!
After hundreds of deaths, these spirit beasts' cybernetic souls gradually became whole.
Once Lu Ze used the Cybernetic Myriad Soul Banner to purge the negative consciousness from these cybernetic souls, they became perfectly suited as souls for the Pals!
Which meant...
A hyper-realistic "Palworld" was about to launch!
[Finally reached a million words, officially starting the million-word title test.]
[This time, the titles are: "A New Game Every Month, I Build a Sect of Divine Games," "The Older Senior Brother Dies, the Stronger I Get, Making Games to Ascend to a Human Emperor," "They Said I Should Make Games in the Immortal Realm, Why Did I Become a Saint?," "You Say I Should Corrupt the Righteous Path? I Build a Sect of Divine Games," "Demon Cultivator? Call Me the Designer of the Dark Realm Secret Dungeons."]
[Every title plastered the element of game design right on the surface. I hope this time it can change my fate and let this book go further.]
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
