The following days passed in a whirlwind.
The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect went wild with excitement.
And Lu Ze? He was raking in demonic cultivation points like never before.
In his past life, thanks to the save-and-load feature, players who fell could simply reload and resume from their highest checkpoint.
But here? No such luck.
Falling meant starting over from scratch—
Which, in other words, meant dying all over again.
To make matters worse, Zhao Wendao had issued a decree: every disciple from each peak had to clear Four Must Survive. This sent Lu Ze’s profits skyrocketing.
Especially after the four elders joined in.
Zhao Wendao, in particular, couldn’t let go of his failure to beat the game.
Every day, he dragged the other elders along to jump, fail, and repeat.
As a result, Lu Ze harvested thousands of demonic cultivation points daily—just from the elders alone.
Breaking through to the Golden Core realm was now within reach.
“Guess I’ll have to consider the elders as part of the target audience for the next game…”
Lu Ze mused, stroking his chin.
……
……
Days turned into weeks.
The Lingxiao Sect disciples gradually shifted from frenzied to… eerily disciplined.
If someone suddenly shouted “Three, two—” on the road, a crowd would halt, waiting for the final “Jump!”
Their coordination had reached an almost terrifying level.
But no one worked harder than Zhong Yi’s team.
After all, the group had three stubborn hotheads.
Zhong Yi refused to believe a trial of teamwork could defeat him.
Zhou Yue refused to accept that his cursed fate still haunted him even in an illusion.
Mu Yawen refused to admit she couldn’t carry all three of them through the trial.
They spent the most time playing—and got the closest to the end.
At this moment, Mu Yawen was steering a horse-drawn carriage at breakneck speed down a floating skyroad.
With every few feet traveled, the path behind them crumbled into oblivion.
One mistake, and they’d plunge into the abyss—back to square one.
If Zhou Yue or Zhong Yi took the reins? Instant death.
The former would trigger some bizarre, unforeseeable disaster.
The latter would somehow steer the carriage straight back to the starting point.
Even Zhou Qiaoling’s driving skills weren’t up to par.
But to everyone’s surprise, Mu Yawen—the clumsy, often laughable Mu Yawen—turned out to be shockingly reliable behind the wheel.
Steady as a rock!
Unfazed even as the road collapsed behind her!
She took sharp turns without slowing down!
“Brother Mu, I—”
“Zhong Yi! Lift Zhou Yue higher! Don’t let him touch the carriage!!!”
Zhong Yi immediately hoisted Zhou Yue overhead, terrified he’d accidentally trigger some hidden trap.
“Phew…”
Zhong Yi exhaled in relief, grinning at Mu Yawen, who was focused on driving.
“With Brother Mu here, we’ll definitely—”
“Zhou Yue! Cover his mouth!!!”
Zhou Yue promptly clamped a hand over Zhong Yi’s lips.
One held the other’s back; the other muffled his speech.
The scene was downright absurd.
But it was necessary.
Zhou Yue’s bizarre luck wasn’t the only problem.
Zhong Yi’s mouth was a disaster waiting to happen.
Somehow, in this ridiculous formation, they made it through the winding path unscathed.
Next came a puzzle—a complex Bagua diagram.
For Zhong Yi, this was child’s play. He solved it in no time.
A mysterious force lifted them into the air.
They climbed across giant golden scrolls until finally—
They reached what seemed to be the end.
A vast, open platform.
Flanked by statues of immortal sages, their faces stern and righteous.
At the far end stood a massive iron gate, glowing with golden light.
“Finally! We’re finally—”
Zhou Yue leaped forward in joy—
Only for the steps beneath him to vanish.
“WAAAH!!!”
Thankfully, this had happened too many times before.
Their reflexes were honed to perfection.
No one plummeted all the way down—sparing them a rage-inducing restart.
“Hahaha! This time, nothing can stop us!”
Zhong Yi couldn’t contain his excitement, charging ahead.
Then, a narrator’s voice echoed around them.
“You’ve reached the end, have you?”
“Look at you—so confident, so hopeful.”
“But remember: everything here—the despair, the hope—was carefully designed by me.”
Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue exchanged uneasy glances.
“This voice… it sounds just like Lu Ze…”
The narration continued.
“You may have survived by luck, but mark my words—”
“This game never truly ends.”
“The world is a vast chessboard, and I am a patient player… See you soon.”
The moment the voice faded—
The chains around their waists vanished.
“We’re free!!!”
“Finally, we’re done with this cursed trial!!”
“The rewards! Where are the rewards?!”
“Are we the first team to clear it?!”
The four of them cheered wildly, sprinting toward the iron gate.
It creaked open, revealing—
A colossal sphere of golden runes.
“That must be the exit!”
Zhong Yi bolted toward it.
Mu Yawen and Zhou Qiaoling followed without hesitation.
No one was bound by chains, so no one noticed.
At this moment, Zhou Yue was still stuck at the edge of the platform where he had first stepped on.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Zhou Yue stared at the iron trap clamped around his ankle, his face twisted in frustration.
"Wait for me!!!"
But the distance was too great—no one heard him.
With great effort, Zhou Yue pried open the jaws of the trap biting into his leg, only to stumble a few steps forward and sink into quicksand.
"..."
Meanwhile, the cheerful trio ahead had already reached the golden sphere.
They hadn’t even noticed that someone was missing from their group.
"We did it!!"
The three shouted in unison as they stepped toward the golden sphere.
A tremendous force sucked them inside.
Only then did they realize something was wrong.
"Wait… where’s my brother?"
"Brother Zhou… where did he go?"
"Did Senior Brother Zhou fall off somewhere by himself?"
At the same time.
The illusionary scene around the three abruptly vanished.
A line of text materialized before them:
[Congratulations, you’ve reached the end!]
[Time taken: 47 hours.]
"To think we spent so much time without even realizing it… By the way, where the hell is Brother Zhou?"
Zhong Yi muttered to himself.
The text disappeared.
An animation began to play.
It showed the platform leading to the finish line.
Zhou Yue was desperately running across it, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Behind him.
Boulders rained from the sky, and spikes erupted from the ground.
Soon, his cries were silenced—clearly, he was dead beyond any doubt.
Only then did Zhong Yi and the others understand where Zhou Yue had gone…
But the animation wasn’t over yet.
Along the sides of the path.
The once-sage-like statues of immortals were suddenly enveloped in a crimson glow, transforming into demonic figures.
A sinister laugh echoed through the illusion.
Far in the distance, the golden sphere turned blood-red…
……
The illusion finally ended.
The four of them exited the illusion.
"Congratulations, everyone! You’ve successfully cleared the trial!"
Lu Ze appeared beside them, clapping with a beaming smile.
This group of three core disciples had been contributing as much demonic energy as the elder group every day.
While the elders often lost their tempers and stormed off to fight, the core disciples had endured patiently, playing for an entire week.
"Junior Brother Lu Ze, did you design this illusion just to mess with me?!"
Zhou Yue roared, his voice thick with resentment.
"It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."
Lu Ze waved his hands, sweating nervously.
He truly hadn’t expected Zhou Yue to meet such a tragic end on the final platform…
It was beyond absurd.
Even he wouldn’t dare write a script this ridiculous.
"Junior Brother Lu Ze! So the ending of this illusion… we were still tricked by the demonic path in the end?! We still fell into their trap?!"
Zhong Yi’s lips twitched.
"Well… yes. So never trust the words of the demonic path!"
Lu Ze nodded solemnly.
The final twist served two purposes.
First, it followed the original story’s progression, setting up a plot hook for future developments.
Second, it made the cultivators feel like they had ultimately fallen victim, that they had still died in the end.
Even after clearing the trial, he had to squeeze every last drop of demonic energy from them.
"I can’t help but feel like you’re the narrator behind all this…"
Zhou Qiaoling muttered under her breath.
Just then, Lu Ze’s communication jade lit up.
"Unfilial disciple! Come to Thunder Peak at once. Elder Zhao Wendao wishes to see you."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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."
