Building a Dark Force in the Cultivation World

After transmigrating to a cultivation world, game designer Zuo Feng is fed up.

The reason is that before transmigrating, he was a damn game designer, and after transmigrating, he’s still a damn game designer.

He builds an expansive game with perfect freedom and realism, set in the boundless world of cultivation, and attracts a bunch of players with bizarre IDs and minds full of outrageous schemes.

Wuhu Blue Ketone, Chief Steward: I have a staff that can make heaven and earth tremble, but it can’t make Brother Feng’s heart flutter!

Only Wolf Is the Best: As long as you show me a health bar, I’ll kill you, even if you’re a god!

New Oriental Chef: I accidentally ate a bite of Dongfang Xiang. Brother Feng was afraid I’d stink so badly that people would chase me for thousands of miles. Ha, what a joke. There isn’t a single survivor within ten thousand miles!

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Together with these wacky players, he creates a dark faction called the Dark Palace. It rises like a sudden force, soaring ever higher. With the Myriad Worlds as the game board and countless cultivators as the pieces, he becomes a carefree immortal above the heavens and the greatest devil in the depths of hell!

He becomes the mastermind pulling the strings across the ages!

Years later, Zuo Feng stands alone atop the Dark Palace. Behind him are millions of players, and before him stretch endless mountains and rivers.

“I ask you, gods and immortals above: Do you dare descend to this mortal world?”

(PS: This book is mainly humorous and lighthearted. Please don’t read it while eating.)