Thunderpeak Mountain, Hall of Spirit Convergence.
"Old Li, Old Li!! The Demonic Path's Soul-Devouring Bone Dragon is here… hurry up and bring your Sword Immortal squad over!!!"
"I'm on my way, stop rushing me!!"
"Watch out for the Demonic Path's Illusionists!! They're trying to control your Sword Immortals… where’s Old Zhao? Don’t hold back with your Lingxiao Sect’s Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation!!"
"Damn it, that thing’s too expensive! If we use it, our Lingxiao Sect will lose its foundation! Let me intercept them first!"
"Why are there a few Gluttonous Kuns here too?"
"Forget the Kuns, they don’t deal damage—get to the main battlefield!"
"Holy… the Kun beasts hid a bellyful of Blood Assassins!! My Tianxuan Gate base can’t hold out!!"
……
No one could have imagined that the elders of several major sects would gather in a single room to challenge the Demonic Path together.
And yet, they were getting utterly crushed.
"My Profound Sword Sect won’t take the blame for this! My Sword Immortals did everything they could—the Soul-Devouring Bone Dragon was entirely held back by us!"
Li Jiujian crossed his arms, speaking with absolute conviction.
"Ha! You dare say that… My Cloud Fairy Palace’s laborers hauled mountains of spirit stones just for you to forge those Sword Immortals. Are you blaming me now?"
Wen Lingwu trembled with rage.
Cloud Fairy Palace disciples naturally moved faster than others, making them the most efficient at transporting resources.
In war, aerial combat was crucial.
The Profound Sword Sect’s unique unit, the Sword Immortals, could fly on their swords with unmatched speed.
So she had reluctantly handed over spirit stones to Li Jiujian, allowing him to build an aerial force.
"Old Zhao, why were you hoarding those spirit stones? If you’d unleashed the Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation earlier, we could’ve held the line!"
Lin Anzai shot Zhao Wendao a glare, clearly displeased.
"You old fool, don’t even start! My Violet Sky Divine Thunder Formation deals extra damage to structures—it’s meant for assaulting enemy strongholds! Shouldn’t your Tianxuan Gate’s Earthfire Sky Star Formation be better suited for defense?"
Zhao Wendao’s neck flushed red as he snapped back.
……
After a heated debate, the conclusion was simple:
The enemy was just too overwhelming.
Their schemes were too cunning—they even hid troops inside Kun beasts for sneak attacks.
And this was after Lu Ze had already lowered the difficulty.
Originally, to prevent players from overwhelming the Demonic Path’s AI with sheer numbers, he had restricted the game from adding AI opponents in maps designed for four or more players.
But after completing his mission last night, he had lifted that restriction.
That was how these elders ended up fighting the Demonic Path together.
"The Demonic Path is just too absurd. If even the four of us can’t defeat them, then no one in this world stands a chance!"
Li Jiujian sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Still, we fought well enough. Tonight, I’ll pass on some lessons to my Tianxuan Gate disciples…"
Lin Anzai leisurely picked up his teacup.
"Wait—I just saw a forum post where some disciples claimed they beat it with a four-man team?"
Zhao Wendao’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he read the post.
"Hah, another prodigy from the inner sect? Being outpaced by these geniuses isn’t surprising."
"They’re outer sect disciples from my sect."
Bang!
Lin Anzai’s teacup shattered in his grip.
"And it seems there’s more than one group…"
Zhao Wendao added salt to the wound.
The elders exchanged awkward glances.
Li Jiujian took a deep breath. "Quick!! Summon Lu Ze here!!!"
……
……
Half an hour later.
"Elder Zhao, you know me!"
Lu Ze shook his head with righteous conviction.
"I would never tolerate any form of cheating!"
"This…"
Zhao Wendao stood frozen, at a loss for words.
This wasn’t right.
Back then, Nangong Yuan had pried plenty of tricks for Cultivator’s Descent out of him.
This wasn’t how he usually acted!
Ahem, "Who said anything about cheating? We just wanted to… exchange some insights."
"I’m a man of principle!"
"If you’re willing to help, I’ll owe you a favor in the future…"
"You said it!"
"???"
Zhao Wendao’s eyes widened as Lu Ze cut him off.
Why did it feel like…
This kid had been waiting for him to say that all along??
"Heh, what an interesting youngster. I, for one, never leave debts unpaid. Speak—what do you want? Techniques? Treasures? As long as it doesn’t involve my sect’s secrets, name it."
Lin Anzai, who had taken a liking to Lu Ze, was the first to offer.
"Haha, so it’s rewards you’re after! Just say the word!"
Li Jiujian was in high spirits—largely because he was pleased with how overpowered Lu Ze had made the Sword Immortals.
"Since everyone’s agreed, I’ll join in the fun as well."
Wen Lingwu nodded.
"No need to hold back with me! Pick any technique or treasure from the Lingxiao Sect!"
Zhao Wendao thumped his chest, putting on a grand show of generosity.
"I have no interest in such things."
Lu Ze smiled warmly as he shook his head.
"I only wish to delve deeper into the art of illusions, but one goal has always eluded me."
"What is it?"
"I want illusions to transcend spatial limitations—so cultivators can stand together against threats, no matter where they are."
Lu Ze had the game, the players, and the terminals.
What he lacked was a server.
Right now, cultivators could only team up if they were physically together or gathered at large illusion towers.
In short, they were stuck in a local network.
This was bad for the future of gaming.
"That is indeed a troublesome matter… If it were a formation, I might have been able to help. But I’m not well-versed in illusion-based formations, so I’m afraid I can’t do much."
After some thought, Lin Anzai sighed regretfully.
"Elder Nangong has already arranged the formation for me. The problem is, the energy cost is too high—he alone can’t sustain it."
Lu Ze quickly clarified.
Of course, he left out Nangong Yuan’s exact words—
"Just give up, you brat! Even if all seven elders of the Lingxiao Sect worked together, they’d be bedridden for weeks after powering this formation… Who’d go to such lengths for your silly illusions?"
"……"
Lin Anzai took a deep breath.
A formation even a Void Refinement elder couldn’t handle alone?
Even with multiple elders working together, this wasn’t something they could just casually power.
It dawned on him—he might have just walked right into Lu Ze’s trap.
"Don’t worry, Elder Nangong said it’s fine as long as five elders contribute just a tiny bit of their strength…"
Lu Ze’s smile grew even brighter.
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.
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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."
