While Zhong Yi was deeply engrossed in the battle, a heated argument erupted inside the Spirit Condensation Hall among several elders.
“Nonsense! What kind of battlefield simulation is this? You call this a war? Since when is war something you observe through a tiny microscopic world?” Yang Zhengxin pointed his finger at Lu Ze’s nose, scolding furiously.
“How is this not a war? Didn’t you just see the projection I sent out? The clash of forces between the righteous and demonic paths — isn’t that more like a war than just some ordinary fight?” Zhao Wendao argued loudly, his face flushed.
“Elder Li, Elder Lin, you two tell me… does this simulation meet the requirements I set?” Yang Zhengxin, frustrated, quickly tried to rally support.
“This…” Li Jiujian clicked his tongue thoughtfully.
Earlier, when he watched the disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect leading troops into battle, he had unintentionally been drawn in.
The only thing that bothered him was that the sword cultivators inside seemed a bit weak.
But then he learned that the foot soldiers could level up.
He found himself looking forward to seeing if the sword cultivators would become unstoppable after upgrading.
“Let me take another look, just another look…” Li Jiujian’s ambiguous response left Yang Zhengxin somewhat confused.
“If you ask me, this simulation is really well done! It truly captures the atmosphere of a battlefield!” Lin Anzai expressed his admiration without holding back, nodding approvingly.
Back in the ancient era of the righteous-demonic war, their Tianxuan Sect had used similar methods to simulate battlefield information and preview battle scenarios.
They compressed the simulation data into a small space and continuously used magical techniques to run through and predict the flow of battle.
So compared to everyone present, Lin Anzai was the most accepting of the presentation style of *Celestial Realm Conquest*.
Moreover,
Lu Ze’s simulation was extremely refined; the visual effects were exquisite, far surpassing those of their sect’s own magical techniques.
This made Lin Anzai itch with curiosity, eager to experience it firsthand.
“See? Everyone’s eyes are sharp!” Zhao Wendao chuckled.
He really hadn’t expected the other elders to unanimously praise it.
“You guys…” Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded.
He never imagined that a simulation with no actual fighting would earn the elders of both the Wuji Sword Sect and the Tianxuan Sect’s respect.
“Ridiculous!”
“This kind of thing doesn’t even deserve to be called a simulation!”
“Where’s the fighting? What kind of war is bloodless, fought sitting in a room?”
Just as Lu Ze was about to speak, Zhao Wendao cut in first:
“You old fogey, your mind’s stuck on fighting… You never said the simulation had to include actual combat!”
“Besides, if it’s about strength, why not just have disciples directly compare their cultivation realms? Why all these extra complications every year?”
Before Yang Zhengxin could retort, Lin Anzai chimed in:
“Hey, Elder Zhao makes a good point. For us cultivators, everything is about realm, but you can’t look at realm alone.”
“War tests not only strength but also strategy and big-picture thinking.”
“I think *Celestial Realm Conquest* really challenges the disciples’ strategy and courage. As a way to solve the ‘war’ problem, it’s quite impressive!”
With two elders speaking up in his favor, Lu Ze was stunned.
Well, that saved him the trouble of wasting his breath.
Yang Zhengxin was momentarily speechless and shot Li Jiujian a glance, silently asking him to speak on his behalf.
No way.
The other party cleared his throat a few times, pretending: “Ahem, take another look, take another look…”
“……”
Yang Zhengxin absolutely refused to accept this outcome and kept finding excuses:
“Besides the theme of [War], none of the other requirements are met. I don’t approve of this illusion!”
“Oh? May I ask Elder Yang, which part doesn’t meet your standards?”
Lu Ze asked with a smile.
“All the disciples are acting as behind-the-scenes commanders. Where’s the distinction between sects? Don’t forget, I said the illusion must showcase the unique characteristics of each sect!”
Yang Zhengxin said boldly and confidently.
“Each sect base has its own specialty. After upgrading the sect, you can recruit cultivators unique to that sect… Elder Yang, are you satisfied now?”
Lu Ze explained with a smile.
Every sect has its own unique passive trait.
For example, the Lingxiao Sect, famous for its magical artifacts and immortal treasures, has a passive that grants extra attribute bonuses to treasures produced by the Artifact Refining Pavilion.
The Wuji Sword Sect gains additional sword damage bonuses, the Tianxuan Gate’s formations have enhanced effects, and the Yunxian Palace enjoys increased movement speed bonuses.
The Qingshan Sect, renowned during the great battle between righteousness and demonhood, gains extra damage against demonic cultivators.
All these details are embedded within the sect bases, but most cultivators simply haven’t noticed.
“Hmm…”
Yang Zhengxin hesitated slightly, then gritted his teeth again:
“What if the disciples participate in the war together? Every one I saw was independently fighting against the demonic path!”
“That’s even simpler. Once the seniors pass the [Campaign Mode], they can jointly resist the demons in [War Mode]… or even fight amongst each other.”
Lu Ze said with a teasing smile.
Upon hearing this, Li Jiujian and Lin Anzai both raised their eyebrows simultaneously.
Each sect has unique troops and formations? And they can unite to resist the demons?
Their desire to play “Celestial Realm Conquest” just grew stronger.
“Alright, alright, arguing here is pointless… Why not let the parties involved decide if they want to interact and compete within this illusion?”
Wen Lingwu, who had been watching from the sidelines, suggested.
“Good idea!”
Yang Zhengxin’s eyes lit up, and he quickly patted the disciple behind him.
“Uh, uh, hmm…”
The disciple who was patted let out a reluctant hum, clearly busy with operations and unable to respond.
“……”
Yang Zhengxin sighed and patted another disciple.
This one was his highly regarded direct disciple, Xu Huoyao.
“Damn! Dead again!!!”
Xu Huoyao had just lost a round and came out grumbling as soon as Yang Zhengxin called him.
After hearing Yang Zhengxin’s explanation, Xu Huoyao hesitated for a moment, then said, “I… don’t really approve of this illusion. Ideally… no, it definitely needs to be changed.”
His tone sounded a bit uncertain.
“How about this, we hold a secret ballot, okay?”
Zhao Wendao sensed the situation, waved his hand, and a golden light formation appeared beside everyone.
The disciples who had exited the illusion voted one after another.
The final result was:
23 to 6.
The approval votes overwhelmingly led.
Lu Ze was not surprised by this result.
In a world completely untouched by video game culture, the RTS (Real-Time Strategy) style is absolutely a dimensionality reduction strike.
Moreover, after being localized, these cultivators immersed themselves even more deeply than players from their previous lives ever could.
Especially in the end, once the honor and disgrace of their sects were at stake, there was no escaping the pressure.
“It seems everyone is quite satisfied,” Lin Anzai said with a pleased expression.
He had specifically instructed his disciples to vote in favor.
He was very interested in Lu Ze’s creation, *The Celestial Realm Conquest*. If it were rejected, he feared Lu Ze might withdraw the illusionary realm, and they would lose the chance to experience it in the future.
Most importantly,
in this kind of strategic contest, he believed the disciples of the Tianxuan Sect would definitely hold the upper hand.
He was already tired of those clichéd martial arts battles and duels.
Lu Ze’s *The Celestial Realm Conquest* was refreshingly original.
On the other side,
the disciples of the Qingshan Sect whispered among themselves, exchanging hushed words.
Suddenly, Yang Zhengxin’s face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly stood up to question:
“Wait a moment!”
“I’ve heard from my disciples that within this illusion, the strength gap between the righteous and demonic paths is enormous. Our disciples simply can’t defeat the Demon Sect?”
“Lu Ze, what are your true intentions!?”
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.”
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."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
