Yesterday, while testing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Lu Ze exhausted too much spiritual energy and mental strength.
Utterly exhausted, he slept soundly.
But when he woke up, he was stunned—
"What the hell? Why did my Demonic Path points spike so much?? What the hell were these guys doing???"
Lu Ze thought he must be seeing things.
After the initial peak on the first night, the growth rate of Demonic Path points had slowed considerably by the second day.
Yet overnight, the increase had surpassed even the first night's surge...
"This doesn’t make sense. I didn’t release any new levels..."
Lu Ze was utterly baffled.
He had just taken a nap—how could he suddenly gain so many Demonic Path points out of thin air?
Then he opened the forum for Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors.
[Fellow Daoists, has anyone succeeded yet?]
[This is torture!! After designing it, you have to clear it yourself???]
[I managed to make one, but it’s too simple—no way it’ll stump Junior Brother Lu...]
[Is there no justice left in this world?]
[I feel like we’ve been tricked by Junior Brother Lu again...]
[I, though lacking in talent, designed an extremely difficult level. I’ve died 300 times and still haven’t cleared it... Once I do, Junior Brother Lu will taste our suffering!]
[Your determination is admirable, Fellow Daoist!]
[I’ll keep pushing... I swear I’ll make Junior Brother Lu pay in blood!!]
"......"
Lu Ze was speechless.
No wonder his Demonic Path points had skyrocketed overnight.
Turns out his dear senior brothers had all tried to screw him over—only to screw themselves instead...
The rule he had set wasn’t meant to torment them.
It was a standard restriction attached to all level-editing tools for dungeon-crawlers.
What’s the point of a level if even its creator can’t clear it?
Yet this fair-but-brutal rule had utterly wrecked these righteous cultivators.
And it wasn’t just his fellow disciples.
Judging by the system’s Demonic Path records, even elders from several sects had joined in.
Oh, and Zhong Yi.
The value "1.2" stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss.
Lu Ze took a peek inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Sure enough, Zhong Yi’s lingering soul had grown even more robust...
......
At the temporary residence of the Qingshan Sect disciples in Fenghuo Pavilion—
"Damn it... DAMN IT!!!"
Yang Zhengxin roared, hurling the Mini Illusion Tower to the ground in fury, smashing it to pieces.
The spiritual energy around him condensed into a ferocious flaming beast.
"Master!?"
Xu Huoyao, his true disciple, rushed in upon hearing the commotion.
Seeing Yang Zhengxin’s haggard face and vacant eyes, he was shocked:
"You... what happened?"
After Yang Zhengxin explained, Xu Huoyao finally understood.
Yang Zhengxin had wanted to teach Lu Ze a lesson by designing an insanely difficult trap level.
But after finishing the map, he was forced to clear it himself before it could be submitted.
The ordeal had broken him.
After dying over a hundred times, he still couldn’t beat his own traps...
Finally, he snapped and destroyed the Mini Illusion Tower.
Watching his master slump to the floor in existential despair, Xu Huoyao felt a pang of sympathy.
He immediately thumped his chest and vowed:
"Hmph! That Lu Ze brat is far too arrogant! Don’t worry, Master—I’ll design one myself and find a way to humiliate him!"
......
Half an hour later.
"Damn it... DAMN IT!!!"
Xu Huoyao bellowed, smashing his own Mini Illusion Tower to the ground.
Now master and disciple sat back-to-back, slumped on the floor, staring blankly at the sky at a 45-degree angle, questioning their life choices.
"Senior Brother... what’s going on?"
A voice called from outside the door...
......
After internal discussions, the Qingshan Sect unanimously decided to never touch that cursed illusion game again.
They would swallow this bitter pill and move on.
Their two strongest—the elder and the true disciple—had performed terribly in Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors.
Though a few disciples had done decently, they still lagged far behind other sects.
Low rankings were fine—after all, the game wasn’t an official event in the martial exchange.
Now, they needed to focus on securing a good position in the actual competition.
"Master, that kid is cunning and twisted... If he’s allowed to design illusions, it’ll be disastrous for us!" Xu Huoyao spat bitterly.
His temper had always been fiery, and he’d suffered greatly in the game, fueling his hatred for Lu Ze.
"Hmph, I’m well aware. We won’t let them have their way," Yang Zhengxin sneered.
"Rest assured—since ancient times, the sect designing the secret realm has never been allowed to choose its theme."
"To prevent cheating, the theme is decided by the other four sects... You needn’t worry."
"I’ll make the rounds and coordinate with the other elders to lock in a theme in advance... They won’t refuse."
Yang Zhengxin was confident—after all, the other sects had also suffered in the game.
Lu Ze’s illusion techniques were no mystery.
No flashy skills—just a uniquely devious mindset.
If given a favorable theme, and if Lingxiao Sect got insider hints, the other sects would be reduced to mere spectators.
With a triumphant grin, Yang Zhengxin declared: "Ideally... we’ll make it impossible for him to complete the illusion!"
"But... what condition could restrict him so severely?" Xu Huoyao pondered.
Judging solely by Cultivator’s Descent: 100 Floors, Lu Ze’s techniques weren’t advanced.
But he’d heard Lu Ze had also created Escape from the Demon Sect and Plants vs. Zombies: Spirit Edition—both illusions showcased masterful craftsmanship.
What kind of illusion could Lu Ze possibly fail to complete?
"Simple."
Yang Zhengxin smiled.
A smile brimming with confidence and malice.
"The scope of the illusion..."
"That’s his fatal weakness!"
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