Just as Yang Zhengxin's mind was in a daze, Lu Ze's voice came from outside.
"Elder Yang, why not project the illusion to the outside world so others can enjoy it as well?"
Yang Zhengxin agreed without hesitation: "Fine! Let everyone see how this old man clears all your traps in one go!"
"Elder Yang, that might be a bit difficult."
Lu Ze struggled to hold back his laughter.
A flawless run?
If you pull that off, I’ll hand you the cheat codes myself—this system might as well be worthless!
With a few manipulations from Lu Ze, the scenes from Yang Zhengxin’s illusion were projected into the air.
Not only could the disciples and elders participating in the martial exchange within the Hall of Spirit Nurturing see it clearly, but even the Lingxiao Sect disciples spectating outside the hall had a perfect view.
The crowd erupted in murmurs.
"‘A Cultivator’s Descent Through 100 Floors’? What does that mean?"
"Just the title makes me want to prove I can do it… Junior Brother Lu has a way with names."
"It’s just the handwriting—looks a bit ugly."
"How could there possibly be a hundred floors? Didn’t he only work on it for less than two hours?"
"Probably just a gimmick. Does taking an immortal pill automatically make you an immortal?"
"Fellow Daoist, you’re not from the Lingxiao Sect, are you? Junior Brother Lu’s illusions don’t rely on gimmicks. He’s made ones with infinite floors before, let alone a hundred."
"Really? He’s actually created illusions before?"
"Not just created them—they’re quite popular among the sect’s disciples."
"No wonder… When I arrived at the Lingxiao Sect this morning, I saw disciples walking around with their eyes closed, holding illusion towers. I was wondering why…"
...
The font for "A Cultivator’s Descent Through 100 Floors" was indeed abstract.
Since the game’s overall art style leaned into abstraction, Lu Ze felt it matched the aesthetic.
Even the game’s name was deliberately kept down-to-earth.
In Yang Zhengxin’s illusion, a game prompt appeared.
[You’ve accidentally stumbled into a mysterious secret realm. Due to unknown rules, your cultivation is severely restricted.]
[Everything here is filled with strangeness.]
[Avoid all traps and mechanisms at all costs! Touching them will result in instant death.]
[Certain locations have soul-gathering arrays left by experts. Activating them will allow you to resurrect there upon death.]
[Find the exit with as few deaths as possible!]
Looking at the prompt in the sky, Yang Zhengxin scoffed.
"Ridiculous! This old man is a Void Refinement cultivator. The traps you’ve set couldn’t harm me in the slightest! And you even added resurrection arrays—utterly unnecessary."
Lu Ze grinned as he reminded him: "Elder Yang, this illusion suppresses cultivation. All cultivators, regardless of realm, are on equal footing here."
"Hmph, no matter."
Yang Zhengxin brimmed with confidence.
"Traps are all about whether you can see through them or not."
"If I can see through them, what does it matter how high or low my cultivation is?"
"With this old man’s insight, how could the schemes of youngsters like you escape my notice?"
Lu Ze continued stifling his laughter: "Elder Yang is absolutely right. As long as you can see through them… Then let’s begin!"
He imagined the scenes about to unfold and felt that holding back his laughter would make him a saint.
"This old man has no more words to waste on you!"
Yang Zhengxin clasped his hands behind his back and proudly selected "Start."
A line of text instantly appeared in the upper-left corner:
[Random Stage: One]
In Lu Ze’s previous life,
The original "I Wanna" game was called "I Wanna Be the Guy," with only one version.
But fans, fueled by passion, created countless spin-offs, many of which were high-quality.
As the genre matured, the "I Wanna" series became most popular in three directions:
Jumping spikes, endurance, and troll stages.
Among them,
Jumping spikes focused on honing skills. Though the most difficult, it wasn’t ideal for early-stage torment.
Endurance was a niche bullet-hell genre in his past life. Lu Ze considered it but decided bullet-hell games wouldn’t be well-received in this world, so he didn’t rush to make one.
Troll stages, however, were famous for their brain-melting, absurd traps.
Which perfectly aligned with Yang Zhengxin’s requested theme.
Lu Ze carefully selected over 500 high-quality troll-stage "I Wanna" maps he’d played in his past life, sorted them by difficulty, and randomly inserted them into various stages.
[Random Stage: One] was the easiest, featuring many beginner-friendly maps and the openings of some well-crafted ones.
Lu Ze glanced at Yang Zhengxin’s stage and inwardly chuckled.
The old man had randomly landed on the opening of a high-quality map.
It wasn’t particularly hard.
But for a first-time player, it was… unexpected.
Yang Zhengxin surveyed his surroundings with disdain.
The illusion space was filled with giant, crude color blocks, and the plants looked cheap and tacky.
"This is the disciple your sect claims to have talent in illusions? Hah! Even our outer sect disciples could do better!"
Yang Zhengxin sneered.
At that moment, disciples from other sects outside burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! That blue sky is downright childish!"
"My little brother, who just started school, draws at about this level."
"What’s happened to the Lingxiao Sect? Letting someone like this take on such an important task…"
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!!"
...
Meanwhile, Zhao Wendao and Nangong Yuan, at the center of the controversy, exchanged bewildered glances.
"Your disciple… isn’t usually this sloppy."
Zhao Wendao frowned in confusion.
"Could it be… a lack of time?"
Nangong Yuan was equally puzzled.
Lu Ze’s previous two works, while stylistically distinct from reality, were undeniably high-quality, each with its own unique charm.
How did "A Cultivator’s Descent Through 100 Floors" suddenly turn so bizarre?
"That can’t be. He still had over an hour to polish it…"
After discussing for a while with no conclusions, they turned their attention back to the projection.
Inside the illusion, aside from Yang Zhengxin standing amid the absurd scenery, there was also a small floating image in the air.
It was a design Lu Ze had intentionally included—a reference to the "I Wanna" game interface from his past life.
The spectators outside began murmuring again.
"Why is there a smaller image floating in the air?"
"It looks like an overhead view of the entire stage."
"That little figure inside… seems to be Elder Yang? Look! When Elder Yang moves, the figure in the image moves too!"
"Probably to help us see the whole stage layout."
"Strange. Why would Junior Brother Lu be so considerate? Shouldn’t traps be as hidden as possible?"
"What’s Elder Yang doing? Why is he just running around?"
"Probably testing things out."
...
Yang Zhengxin was no stranger to secret realms.
Even those with various restrictions were nothing new to him.
His combat experience was vast, and his tactical mind was sharp.
Since Lu Ze had mentioned that cultivation would be suppressed and movement restricted,
He logically began testing his limits to understand exactly what he could do.
"Only running and jumping? And one mid-air dash… Hah! Do you take this old man for a fool!? Release a single demon beast under these conditions, and it’d be an instant loss!"
Yang Zhengxin roared.
"Elder Yang, no need to rush. I, Lu Ze, never make things difficult for others. The stage you're currently in only has traps—absolutely no combat required."
Lu Ze spoke unhurriedly.
"Then I’ll trust you this once!"
After a moment’s hesitation, Yang Zhengxin finally stepped forward.
Above him in the sky floated three enormous lines of text: ["If you’re a cultivator"], ["then descend"], and ["a hundred floors"].
He paid them no mind, assuming they were just titles.
He pressed onward.
His body’s movements felt slightly unfamiliar, but for someone as experienced as him, it was no issue.
When he reached a massive earthen pillar, he glanced upward.
"Pathetic tricks!"
He scoffed, utterly dismissive.
"Up!"
Yang Zhengxin leaped with all his might, soaring three meters into the air—the maximum height he’d tested earlier.
Just as he reached the peak of his jump and began to descend,
he kicked off the air itself, launching into a second leap.
With this double jump, his body cleared the platform!
"You call this height a trap?"
Yang Zhengxin couldn’t help but taunt the moment his feet touched the ground.
Then—
A gust of wind rushed toward the back of his head.
A surge of overwhelming danger flooded his senses.
He turned his head slightly.
And saw
the words ["If you’re a cultivator"] hurtling toward him at terrifying speed!
Yang Zhengxin froze on the spot—he’d never seen anything like this.
The next instant, he was shattered into a pool of blood.
Reviving at the starting point, Yang Zhengxin stared blankly at the crooked words in the sky: ["If you’re a cultivator"], ["then descend"], and ["a hundred floors"]. His bewildered eyes were filled with question marks.
He’d roamed secret realms for over a century,
fallen for countless traps,
and brushed with death thousands of times.
But
who the hell would’ve thought he’d be killed by three giant words???
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?"
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
