“Uh, this is one I put out last night and forgot to bring back. I figured since it’s Dark-type, it could mine at night.”
Zhou Yue admitted with a slightly guilty look.
By now, Zhong Yi was already locked in a shouting match with the Glare Imp.
“What are you looking at?! Go home and eat crap!!!”
Zhong Yi cursed as he stuffed the Glare Imp back into the Pal terminal and swapped in a Slumping Catfish to do the mining.
Its Level 2 mining skill was just enough to harvest metal ore, though the efficiency left something to be desired.
The four of them were now completely out of resources, and the Feather Arrow Shooter had to race to see who could craft the next Quality Pal Sphere with their bare hands.
“We can’t keep going like this!”
Zhong Yi waved his hand with a serious expression.
“Old Zhong, you’re just too slow — you can’t grab a single one...”
Zhou Yue snickered slyly.
“Pfft! What I mean is, our resource gap is way too big. Just sitting around at the base waiting isn’t going to cut it!”
Caught red-handed, Zhong Yi’s face flushed, and he turned his gaze to the monitoring console.
This was a facility at the base specifically used to oversee the workers.
It could assign Pals to tasks around the base, and also manually control the base’s labor intensity.
Labor intensity was divided into four levels: Light, Normal, Heavy, and Very Heavy.
Previously, the group’s resource demands hadn’t been high — when they ran low on metal ore, they’d just go mine the natural deposits behind the ruined sect themselves, and the base lived a pretty leisurely life.
But times had changed. Resource output simply couldn’t keep up with their daily needs.
“How about... we crank up the work intensity a notch?”
Zhong Yi swallowed hard, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
“Uh, Senior Brother, didn’t you say that if you push Pals too hard, they’ll get sick...”
Mu Yawen blinked and spoke quietly.
“Oh, if they get sick, we just treat them. Pals have to grow somehow!”
Zhong Yi said with a straight face, patting Mu Yawen on the shoulder while flashing the most sincere smile.
“Senior Brother, are you calling cremation ‘treatment’...”
Mu Yawen’s eyes went wide.
“Hey now, what cremation? That’s called campfire therapy!”
Zhong Yi quickly corrected.
“Don’t worry, Junior Brother Mu, I know what I’m doing.”
With that, Zhong Yi walked to the monitoring console and adjusted the work intensity to Heavy.
“We can’t be too harsh on the Pals!”
Mu Yawen scratched his head in confusion: “Huh, that’s not what you said before...”
As the work intensity was adjusted, the Pals at the base immediately furrowed their brows, and the whole place took on a tense, frantic atmosphere.
All the Pals were jogging instead of walking. In the metal mine, the Penguin King swung its pickaxe so fast it started smoking.
In turn, resource production visibly began to climb.
“Nice! It actually works!”
“Now we won’t be short on Pal Spheres anymore~~”
“Senior Brother, their SAN values seem to be dropping pretty fast...”
...
Watching the surging flow of metal ore get smelted into ingots nonstop, then turned into Pal Spheres by the Feather Arrow Shooter, the four felt nothing but satisfaction.
“Don’t worry about SAN values. I did my research — a dish called Salad, made from lettuce and tomatoes, restores 11 SAN per serving... and it even boosts Pal work speed. Let’s make some Salad and stock it at the base, no problem!”
Zhong Yi said with absolute confidence.
The dishes cooked at the stove — some had been localized to fit the cultivation world by Lu Ze, but others hadn’t been.
For example: cake, jelly, salad.
Lu Ze figured that since this illusion realm already had guns, missiles, and all sorts of tech-flavored facilities, converting everything to cultivation-world equivalents wasn’t really necessary.
If cultivators kept coming back to play, it meant that newfangled things they’d never seen were part of the appeal.
“Alright then, let’s head back out and — Old Zhong?”
Zhou Yue was about to continue exploring when he suddenly noticed Zhong Yi’s figure flicker out of existence, then reappear a moment later.
“Scolded by the master... It’s my turn to lecture the disciples of Thunderpeak Peak today. I gotta run.”
Zhong Yi reluctantly looked back at the Fire Kirin hard at work cooking Salad.
This illusion realm seemed to have some incredible pull, drawing him to keep playing.
“Huh? It’s already morning?? Then I need to go too — I have to lead the junior brothers in their fist drills...”
Mu Yawen jolted in shock. It had been a long time since he’d lost track of time inside the illusion, and now he was getting flustered.
“Now that you mention it, I think I have something to take care of too...”
“Ah, if you guys are all leaving, then I’ll stop playing as well!”
The four had unknowingly pulled an all-nighter.
Cultivators at their level didn’t need sleep, but there were always responsibilities to attend to.
With the remnant of the Heavenly Dao as the server, the capacity was incredible — each world save was its own independent online server, and it wouldn’t shut down even if the host logged off.
The four agreed to exit the illusion together and come back in the afternoon to continue conquering Palpagos Continent.
Perfect timing, too — they’d leave the Pals to work hard during the break and stock up on resources.
With that settled, they assigned tasks to the Pals, stuffed the feed trough with Salad, and left together.
...
...
Imperial Beast Sect, Hall of the Beast God.
He Muye, the sect master of the Imperial Beast Sect, frowned deeply as he carefully probed the state of Taixu Mengchi.
That wisp of evil soul was still slumbering.
As its sealer, He Muye could clearly sense that the resentment within the evil soul had not weakened.
Resentment could not be destroyed — only redirected.
He Muye’s plan was to construct an entirely new spirit-beast world, use a seal to lock away the evil soul’s memories, and then transfer it into an illusion realm.
By instinct, the evil soul would try to control spirit beasts and harm cultivators.
In this way, the resentment would be redirected, and the spirit beasts of the cultivation world would be spared from catastrophe.
The hardest step of all: making the evil soul believe the world it occupied was real.
A full day had already passed, and the seal was reaching its limit, yet the evil soul’s resentment showed no sign of weakening.
That meant the spirit-beast world Lu Ze had built had failed to draw the evil soul in.
“Could it be that even someone as capable as Young Friend Lu cannot create a truly new spirit-beast world? Sigh, this truly is too difficult...”
He Muye let out a bitter laugh.
“It’s difficult, but not impossible.”
Lu Ze smiled calmly from the side.
His spiritual sense sank down and drifted into the colossal World Tree at the northernmost edge of the map.
How do you make a soul integrate into and accept a world?
Aside from building a brand-new world, giving it a name, memories, and an identity was just as crucial.
For an evil soul carrying such intense resentment, forcibly implanting memories was not an option.
So Lu Ze had mobilized a large batch of cybersouls to put on a play alongside the evil soul.
A grand drama from the ancient era of the Palworld chronicle.
Nothing creates immersion better than personally living through that history.
An evil soul that threatened spirit beasts — playing the Final Boss, the Withered Star Dragon, made perfect sense, right?
And with a remnant of the Heavenly Dao — a being of a hundred times higher rank — playing Zenala, the Withered Star Dragon’s master, that was equally reasonable, wasn’t it?
The only difference from the storyline is that here, instead of Zenala using love and companionship to reform the Withered Star Dragon, it is a remnant of the Heavenly Dao using fists and slaps to do the reforming...
Due to the tight production schedule, Lu Ze first brought the illusion realm to the forefront for cultivators to enjoy.
In the main server world, the storyline from tens of thousands of years ago was playing out at infinite speed...
At this moment, the "Calamity" event of the ancient era was nearing its end.
Lu Ze smiled faintly, his divine sense drifting out of the illusion realm.
"Do not be impatient, Sect Master He..."
"The time is almost upon us."
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
