A week later.
Nameless lay in the Flower Sea beside the Dream River, his consciousness connecting to the Hyperdimensional · Divine Cache Space.
In an instant, a message entered his mind:
[Everyone, there are far too many scheming bastards in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and they're far too fond of using stand-ins, clones, and alternate identities. Society is going downhill, morals are crumbling, and this Transcender is very unhappy about it.
Next, I'll release a series of items and cultivation techniques specifically designed to counter the Alternate-Identity Style. Consider it a version patch: kill one alternate identity, and all the others die along with the original. If you don't want to die, don't go throwing alternate identities around.
Ahem. I take that back!
A tree that stands too rigid snaps. I've changed the rule: this effect only triggers if you have more than three alternate identities. If you don't want to die, don't use too many.
As for this Divine Treasure Space, it's your compensation. You can obtain endless cultivation resources here, as well as the best trials. May you all soon attain the great path you seek.]
A Transcender?
What kind of realm was that? Was it stronger than a Dominator?
And what the hell was the Alternate-Identity Style?
Wait... compensation?
The Divine Treasure Space was only compensation? What on earth had happened?
Nameless had a feeling that message was packed with information, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
He really was a villager who'd only just gotten internet access. The outside world seemed a little too exciting.
Before he could think any further, his thoughts were suddenly stretched like noodles, then crushed under immense pressure into a single lump.
About thirty seconds later, he became aware of his body.
He opened his