Elder Nangong slept peacefully.
When Lin Qingxuan dragged him away to force-feed him medicine, the elder offered no resistance, lying as quiet as an infant.
Though Yang Zhengxin had his doubts, Zhao Wendao was genuinely striking with lethal intent—if this were an act, it wouldn’t have felt so real. So for the moment, he held his tongue.
Zhao Wendao was equally baffled.
Wasn’t it supposed to be Lu Ze bringing a defensive artifact to endure the strikes, exchanging them for illusion crystals afterward?
Why was it Nangong Yuan who took the blows?
And without any protective treasure?
Under Zhao Wendao’s bewildered gaze, Lu Ze retrieved an illusion crystal from his storage ring and presented it to the group.
"Did you truly craft this crystal yourself?" Yang Zhengxin demanded.
"Indeed," Lu Ze nodded.
"Then let’s not waste time. Have the disciples test it immediately," Yang Zhengxin replied with a hidden smirk.
He suspected Nangong Yuan and Zhao Wendao were putting on an act.
During their brief descent into the Spirit Jade Pavilion, they might have swapped the illusion crystal.
But the truth would be easy to uncover.
If the illusion’s scope exceeded a certain scale, it would prove Lu Ze couldn’t have created it!
And once exposed, he’d have no shortage of ways to discredit them.
......
The elders and disciple representatives of the five great sects returned to the Hall of Nourished Spirits.
As Lu Ze placed the illusion crystal into the Illusion Tower, Yang Zhengxin quietly instructed the Qingshan Sect disciples:
"Once inside, carefully measure the illusion’s range. If it’s abnormally vast—clearly beyond what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could create—exit at once and report to me!"
"Understood!"
"And if you find any flaws in the illusion, point them out immediately!"
"Got it!"
Meanwhile...
Zhao Wendao glanced at Zhong Yi, who was fidgeting behind him, nearly bursting with restrained excitement, and chuckled knowingly.
"If you’re curious, go ahead and enter. Just remember to project the scenes for me to see."
He saw no reason to stop him.
Truthfully, even he wasn’t sure what to expect from Lu Ze’s illusion.
As an elder, he couldn’t enter personally, so sending Zhong Yi was the next best option.
"Many thanks, Master!"
Delighted, Zhong Yi channeled spiritual energy into his token.
His consciousness instantly plunged into the illusionary space.
Four bold characters greeted him:
Immortal Realm Domination.
"Huh. Rare for Junior Brother Lu to pick such a straightforward name."
Zhong Yi was pleasantly surprised.
Most of Lu Ze’s previous illusion titles gave no clue about their content.
This one, however, was glaringly obvious—a righteous crusade to purge demonic forces and conquer the cultivation world!
His anticipation soared.
He swiftly entered the main interface.
This time, Lu Ze had ample preparation, even crafting a detailed backdrop for the menu.
The scene depicted the Cliff of Contemplation atop the Sword Inquiry Peak.
A faceless immortal stood proudly at the summit, sword in hand, surrounded by countless swirling blade shadows.
Below, hordes of grotesque demonic beasts and fiendish cultivators seethed, heightening the tension.
Above, a faint violet thundercloud gathered ominously, as if divine lightning could strike at any moment...
"This is epic!"
Zhong Yi couldn’t help but marvel.
His curiosity about the illusion’s world burned even brighter.
Back in the Hall of Nourished Spirits...
"Why should your Lingxiao Sect represent righteousness? Clearly biased! Our Profound Heaven Abyss from the Tianxuan Sect would’ve fit the theme better!"
Lin An grumbled, his tone dripping with envy.
He’d never seen an illusion crafted like this—complete with a title and artwork, building unprecedented hype.
"Ha! If you’re jealous, why doesn’t your Tianxuan Sect produce a disciple with such talent? Hahaha!"
Zhao Wendao laughed heartily.
Lu Ze’s backdrop featured the Cliff of Contemplation and the signature divine thunder techniques of their lineage.
It was a bold, fresh way to flaunt their sect’s prestige—brilliantly shameless.
"Tch! Flashy gimmicks mean nothing. The real test is the content!"
Yang Zhengxin snorted, quietly urging his Qingshan Sect disciples to hurry inside.
He was eager to see—
What kind of "war" could Lu Ze possibly conjure within a mere 500-meter space?
......
Inside Zhong Yi’s illusion:
After selecting [Start], a bolt of violet lightning split the sky.
Two options appeared:
[Campaign Mode] and [War Mode].
The [War Mode] icon was grayed out, inaccessible.
"Same as Plants vs. Zombies—gotta clear [Campaign Mode] first to unlock it."
Zhong Yi grasped the logic instantly and chose [Campaign Mode].
The campaign spanned six chapters.
Each of the five great sects had its own chapter, with the demonic faction as the finale.
"Relive the history of the five sects before the final showdown with the demonic path? Classic heroic narrative!"
Chuckling, Zhong Yi stroked his chin.
He adored this kind of righteous storytelling.
Just imagining the scale of it sent thrills down his spine.
Without hesitation, he selected [Lingxiao Sect] and began the campaign.
The world around him plunged into darkness.
When the light brightened again, Zhong Yi found himself standing in a massive conference hall.
At the center of the room, a large and vivid image hovered in the air.
The scene depicted a serene plain with lush mountains and clear waters.
At the heart of the image floated an island, strikingly similar to the main peak of the Lingxiao Sect.
Beneath the floating island, four tiny figures wielded pickaxes.
"What does this mean?"
Zhong Yi was utterly confused.
He had assumed he would take on the role of a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect, charging into battle.
Yet now, he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
Just then, a game prompt appeared before his eyes:
[Year 377 of the Great Zhou Dynasty.]
[The world is in chaos—demonic sects run rampant, while the righteous path wanes.]
[You have founded the "Lingxiao Sect," vowing to slay demons, quell the chaos, and restore the glory of the righteous path.]
[At present, your sect is still weak.]
[Strive to develop your forces and survive the pursuit of the demonic sects!]
[Quest: Find a suitable location to establish your sect.]
"Find a location? Establish a sect? How am I supposed to do that?"
Zhong Yi remained baffled.
Fortunately, Lu Ze had done well in providing guidance, as another prompt appeared:
[Quest Hint: Use your divine sense to lock onto the sect.]
Zhong Yi immediately focused his divine sense on the sect.
On the right side of the image, several spell commands appeared.
"Move? Stop? Settle? Cancel??"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up as he examined the spell commands.
For cultivators, these commands were simple.
Without waiting for the next prompt, Zhong Yi decisively followed the [Move] command and cast the spell on the sect.
As he pointed his finger toward a location, the sect slowly drifted in that direction.
"I get it now! So this is how it works!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes sparkled with excitement—this was utterly fascinating.
"Which means I need to find a suitable spot to settle the sect and develop it safely?"
When it came to game mechanics, Zhong Yi was a quick learner.
As for the ideal settlement location…
He didn’t even need to search—the starting point was a natural holy land for a sect, surrounded by three spiritual veins.
"What’s this? Spirit ore?"
Seeing a small hill covered in pale blue crystals, Zhong Yi instantly understood.
He guided the floating island back to its original position and selected [Settle].
A massive spiritual formation descended onto the ground, and the floating island slowly expanded, appearing even more majestic than before.
[Quest: Recruit labor disciples to gather spirit stones for the sect.]
[Quest Hint 1: Use your divine sense to lock onto the settled sect and recruit labor disciples.]
[Quest Hint 2: Spirit stones are a crucial strategic resource—collect as many as possible!]
Following the quest hints, Zhong Yi locked onto the sect with his divine sense.
The command bar on the right had changed slightly.
Alongside [Recruit Labor Disciples], there was now [Cancel Settlement] and [Upgrade Sect].
At the top of the screen, his resources were displayed.
The initial spirit stone count was 100.
Recruiting labor disciples cost 50 spirit stones, while upgrading the sect required 3,000 spirit stones and 1,500 units of Mystic Iron.
"Seems like Mystic Iron is another, more advanced resource… I’ll have to look for it later…"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
