Transmigration (Part 3)

Blue Star.

Inside the Main God Game, in an Eastern cultivation world.

Two terrifying monsters were viciously colliding with each other.

One had a bird's body and a human head, its nine heads continuously spewing all kinds of attacks.

The other side likewise had nine ferocious serpent heads. Each head let out the cry of an infant, and every time the cries sounded, the nine-headed bird trembled once.

In the end, the nine-headed monster defeated the nine-headed bird, crushing all nine of its heads and devouring most of its body.

"Finally cleared it... This world is fucking hard!"

Li Xiaozhi stared at the screen before him and let out a delighted cry.

He had originally thought he had entered an Eastern-style cultivation world. Who would have known that after dying several times and joining a sect, he would discover that it was nothing of the sort.

The sect elders had seemed perfectly normal at first, but at some point, they had all become inexplicably bizarre.

Even the immortal path they cultivated eventually turned into the "Path of Eerie Immortals"!

This left Blue Star's rookie players miserable. It felt as though their daily sect routines had turned into a tabletop role-playing game, where one careless glance at something they should not have seen or one stray sound they should not have heard could get them killed.

If an ordinary game had been this difficult, that damned game designer would have been cursed out countless times and dragged out to be burned as a sacrifice.

But the Main God Game had been created by "that one." The players did not dare curse it, nor could they bear to quit, so they could only grit their teeth and keep playing.

It had to be said that in a game where one could die