"Wait, why..."
Eagle Falcon tried to explain, but the Fragment of the Heavenly Dao was hardly one to calm down and hear him out.
A massive bolt of violet-black lightning struck.
Under that crushing pressure, Eagle Falcon could not move a step.
The next moment, he felt his cultivation draining away at terrifying speed.
In just a few breaths, Eagle Falcon's cultivation plunged from the Refining Void Realm to the Transformation God Realm, nearly dropping to the threshold of Nascent Soul.
With a thud, Eagle Falcon fell to his knees. Countless wrinkles suddenly creased the skin of his wrists, as though he had aged a hundred years. He stared blankly ahead, unable to speak.
Throughout the Grotto-Heaven, countless cultivators fell silent as cicadas in winter, an inexplicable fear crawling up their backs.
The "punishment" the Heavenly Dao spoke of was far too harsh for cultivators!
If they displeased him, centuries of hard-won cultivation could vanish just like that!
In an instant, quite a few cultivators present wanted to retreat and never touch Illusion Realms again.
The enormous pupil overhead contracted slightly. The Fragment of the Heavenly Dao's voice sounded distant and cold:
"A clumsy imitator is an inferior one."
"And..."
"An exceedingly inferior one."
Inside Lu Ze's Illusion Realm world.
"Uh... so you punished him because he plagiarized my Illusion Realm?"
After hearing the Fragment of the Heavenly Dao's account, Lu Ze found it utterly unbelievable.
Good grief, wasn't this just Minecraft and Mini World?
He had never expected that after crossing into the Cultivation World to make games, he would find an Intellectual Property Protection Law here too.
And the "Laws" here were even more terrifying than those in his previous life.
Who could stand losing a hundred years of cultivation at the drop of a hat?