“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."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
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."
