A Journey Across the Immortal Realms

No. 1 Crossing the Immortal Realm is a large-scale MMORPG for mobile, set against the backdrop of Chinese myths such as Pangu creating the world, Kuafu shooting down and chasing the sun, and Nuwa mending the sky. Meticulously crafted, it has attracted trillions of fans. It is an anomaly that appeared out of nowhere. It has no developers or production team; it is the product of its own self-awareness. It selects ten players from among its fans and pairs them into teams of five. Whichever team first breaks through to the Dao Ancestor realm and becomes the Heavenly Dao is considered to have beaten the game. Its members can return to reality, become shareholders in the Crossing the Immortal Realm company, and bring along the NPC they like best. / No. 2 Shen Qingjiu was a high school graduate who died suddenly while playing a game the day before her college entrance exams. She transmigrated into the body of a baby, carried by a man in black as he fled his pursuers. Just as they were about to die, she used her golden finger to help them escape. In another world, Shen Qingjiu experienced a father's love. But when she was eighteen, her father disappeared, and she set off to find him, traveling across the Five Realms. The borders between the Five Realms were fraught with danger. On her journey, she was drawn into one whirlpool after another, and every time, a familiar figure protected her in her moment of crisis. She was sure it was her father. But her father was supposedly just an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator with mediocre talents. How had he not only avoided getting a single white hair after all these years, but grown even more beautiful? And how had he developed such an exceptional physique, like a born immortal cultivator? / No. 3 Shen Qingjiu chose to play as a mortal, determined to stay away from the love and hate of the main plot. If Heaven had given the world a great responsibility, then someone else could save it. She was only playing Crossing the Immortal Realm as a village-building sandbox, occasionally digging the soil, planting crops, growing trees, and raising cattle, horses, sheep, and donkeys. But for some reason, she kept digging up red-tier secret manuals, martial arts techniques, cultivation arts, mental cultivation methods, swords, and blades. It had everything, along with red-tier weapons. Since she wasn't cultivating immortality and only wanted to farm, she casually gave them away to fated visitors who stumbled into her village. But why did the crops she planted and the trees she grew look more and more like rare immortal herbs from the System's catalog? Why had the animals she raised turned into unprecedented, unique divine beasts? The village's spiritual energy grew richer and richer, and more and more cultivators caught its scent and flocked there, occupying her village in droves. Miss Shen: ... She thought, That's it. There goes any chance of a peaceful life. It's so hard to farm in peace. Could she be the one chosen by Heaven after all? Unable to bear it any longer, she summoned the strength to uproot mountains and drove all the cultivators out. Then she set up a barrier and assigned the village's cattle, sheep, horses, and donkeys to guard it. / No. 4 The most frightening thing about this game is how real it feels. Every blade of grass and every tree seems alive; every realm and every immortal feels vivid. It draws you in until you never want to leave. But it is still only a game. If you can't surpass yourself and overcome your desires, you will lose yourself. When Shen Qingjiu realized this, a cold sweat broke out across her back. An ethereal voice kept repeating in her ear: "Don't forget, you're only playing Crossing the Immortal Realm. You don't truly want to become an immortal. Remember your greatest goal: going home." "Go home? But what's so good about home? Why not stay here with me?" A man suddenly appeared, embracing Shen Qingjiu from behind and breathing against her ear, his voice tender and lingering. And she really did experience a happiness unlike anything she had ever felt before. Love is a milky-white tide and damp fingertips. "You're a wild grass, and I'm the spring breeze. When I blow, you come to life~" Theme: A game is only a game in the end. Don't lose yourself in it; embrace real life more, whether it's bitter or sweet.