98: Chapter 98 Exorcising Demons and Defending the Righteous Path? Please show your "Hengdian" extra pass first.

Outside the gates of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, light shimmered brilliantly.

If the previous "immersive experience park" had only attracted some Loose Cultivators and wealthy merchants, then today, half of the entire Cultivation World had arrived. The scholars of the Haoran Sect rode on scroll-shaped Magic Treasures, the burly men of Divine Beast Mountain rode on green-eyed fire lions, and the female Cultivators of Hundred Flower Valley scattered flower petals...

The Aura of the various major Sects merged into one, and the Spiritual Pressure was earth-shattering. They had come to "save the world." Rumor had it that the Heavenly River Sword Sect was single-handedly resisting a frantic invasion by the Abyssal Demon Race, and was already at the end of its rope. As allies of the Righteous Path, how could they sit idly by?

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, do not panic! We have arrived!" The Sect Master of the Haoran Sect, a refined elderly man at the Middle Stage Nascent Soul, held a judge's pen, his eyes brimming with tears. From afar, he saw flames soaring into the sky behind the mountain (firework special effects) and battle cries shaking the heavens (extras roaring), and his heart felt even more tragic. "The Heavenly River Sword Sect is truly a role model for our generation! To have fought so fiercely!"

"Kill!!" The Sect Master of Divine Beast Mountain had a fiery temper; without a word, he commanded the fire lion beneath him to charge into the battlefield, "Tear those little demons to shreds!"

However, at this critical moment, a shrill, angry roar drowned out all the battle cries, coming from the battlefield below:

"Cut—!!!!"

This voice was full of vigor and carried an extreme rage at having an artistic creation ruined. Immediately after, a figure covered in grease (actually red-braised pork sauce) soared into the sky, holding a large megaphone, blocking the path of the Righteous Path army.

It was none other than the former Marquis of Great Zhou and current executive director of the "Abyssal Film Crew" — Butcher Xiao.

"Who?! Who is intruding on the shot?!" Butcher Xiao glared with eyes as wide as a cow's, trembling with rage, "That long take of 'tragically falling to the ground' was about to finish! Why did you all suddenly rush in? You're blocking the light!"

Haoran Sect Sect Master: "?" Divine Beast Mountain Sect Master: "?" The Cultivators filling the sky: "?"

"Xiao... Marquis Xiao?" The Haoran Sect Sect Master recognized this notorious god of slaughter and looked stunned, "We came to... eliminate demons and defend the Dao! Look, we brought the best Magic Treasures and Medicinal Pills..."

"Eliminate demons? Eliminate your ass!" Butcher Xiao spat out a piece of unchewed pig bone and pointed downwards, "Don't you see we're 'filming'? If the 'top-tier boss' on the Abyss side notices the flaw and cuts off our 'meat supply,' can you afford to compensate us?!"

Only then did the Cultivators look closely downwards. They saw that on the battlefield, those black-armored soldiers who were supposed to be fighting to the death were now scrambling up from the ground, patting the dirt off their butts. "Ouch, who stepped on me just now?" "Director, are we still acting? I haven't finished my red-braised pork yet." "Stop bickering, that lion from Divine Beast Mountain over there looks good, I wonder if it's tasty braised..."

The Cultivators felt the world spinning. Is this style... not right somewhere? What happened to the rivers of blood? What happened to the doomsday crisis? Why are these soldiers looking at us like they're looking at... extra food?

Just as the scene became extremely awkward, a golden light flew from the direction of the Scripture Pavilion. Emperor of Great Zhou, wearing a vest with the words "Tianhe Production" printed on it, flew over with a serious expression.

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Emperor of Great Zhou first soothed the irritable Butcher Xiao, then cupped his hands at the Cultivators filling the sky. "Fellow Daoists, I know you mean well. But the situation here is... rather special." He pointed to the mosaic screen still live-streaming above their heads. "We are conducting a 'strategic bluff.' In order to cheat the Abyss out of... oh no, in order to wear down the Abyss's vital forces, the Saint has formulated this 'All-Star Cast' plan."

The Haoran Sect Sect Master listened, confused, but he grasped the main point: "The Saint?" "That's right!" A signature fanatical (Dihua) expression appeared on the face of the Emperor of Great Zhou, "This is not just acting, this is the supreme Dao of 'making the fake look real'! The Saint is using this method to tell us: The world is originally a huge drama, and we are all actors. Only by acting with dedication can we deceive the Heavenly Dao and deceive the Abyss!"

The Cultivators looked at each other. Although they didn't understand, it felt very impressive.

"Then... what can we do?" The Divine Beast Mountain Sect Master asked weakly. He had originally wanted to fight, but now he felt like an audience member who hadn't bought a ticket.

Emperor of Great Zhou and Butcher Xiao exchanged a look. A hint of — commercial brilliance — flashed in both their eyes.

"Ahem." Emperor of Great Zhou cleared his throat and pulled a stack of prepared receipts from his sleeve. "Since you're here, don't just stand around. The Saint said, happiness shared is better than happiness alone."

"We are now launching the 'Abyssal Script Kill' temporary experience package:"

【Extra Package (500 Spirit Stones): Can play a 'passerby,' wave a sword twice at the edge of the battlefield, and get a free Void Demon Pig lunch box.】

【Special Guest Actor Package (2000 Spirit Stones): Can play a 'Sect Elite,' gain a three-minute shot to single-handedly fight a Tentacle Monster (or even an Evil Eye Tyrant), and can take away the loot.】

【Investor (10000 Spirit Stones): Can get an 'opening credits thank you,' and can experience one hour in the 'Forbidden Book Area' on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.】

Emperor of Great Zhou shook the tickets in his hand: "Quantities are limited, first come, first served. You don't want to have made the trip for nothing, do you?"

The whole scene was silent for three seconds. Then —

"I'll pay two thousand! I want to single-handedly fight a Tentacle Monster! I want to taste what it's like!" The Divine Beast Mountain Sect Master was the first to rush down. "Disgraceful... truly disgraceful! Give me a ten-thousand one! I want to go to the Forbidden Book Area to comprehend the Dao!" The Haoran Sect Sect Master roared while taking out money. "I want one too! I want to play that 'Saintess snatched by the Devil King'!" The Hundred Flower Valley Master shouted excitedly.

...

Second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Li Mo held a teacup, looking at the "pillars of the Righteous Path" frantically lining up to pay money outside the window, and shook his head helplessly. "How are these people in the Cultivation World all more like profiteers than me?"

He turned to look at the "lighting technicians" behind him — those Evil Eye Tyrants hanging from the ceiling. "Little Eye, did you cut the feed just now?"

An Evil Eye Tyrant blinked (turned the lights on and off), indicating that under Li Mo's instruction, they had already inserted a "snow screen" advertisement into the live broadcast, and the Abyss side hadn't seen the screw-up.

"Very good." Li Mo put down his teacup, his gaze becoming deep. Although the current situation looked great, the sense of crisis in his heart hadn't disappeared. Because just a moment ago, that "Abyssal Swindler" The Faceless One, which was kept in an ink bottle, had suddenly stopped trembling and become unusually quiet.

"Squeak." The Treasure-Seeking Rat also seemed to have sensed something; its fur stood slightly on end, and it pointed at the ink bottle.

Li Mo walked over and picked up the bottle. He saw that The Faceless One's black body was slowly changing. It was no longer that sleazy little man, but was gradually condensing into a... blood-red eyeball.

That eyeball stared fixedly at Li Mo through the glass bottle. There was no fear in its gaze, only a cold, high-dimensional scrutiny.

A strange voice, carrying terrifying pressure, rang directly in Li Mo's mind: "Found you." "So... the so-called 'Saint'... is just a Mortal without any spiritual power." "Your 'firewall'... is interesting. But do you think you can stop my true form with just these few books?"

Crack. A crack appeared on the surface of the ink bottle. This wasn't just the shattering of a bottle, but the collapse of some kind of "concept." The Faceless One had been sacrificed. The Abyssal Lord had used this Clone as a coordinate to bypass the "one-way valve" Li Mo had set up and directly projected a wisp of his true spirit!

【Warning! Warning!】 【Illegal intrusion at Administrator level detected!】 【The opponent is attempting to seize control of the 'Scripture Pavilion'...】 【Your current permission status: Banned. Unable to use 'Delete' command.】

The temperature on the second floor plummeted to freezing. All the lights (Evil Eye Tyrants) went out instantly, shivering.

Li Mo looked at the bottle that was about to explode, but the smile on his face didn't disappear; instead, it became even brighter. "Finally discovered it?" "I knew that always using 'mosaics' to fool them would eventually lead to them discovering I'm a 'Mortal'."

He took something out of his embrace. Not a book, not a pen, and not any Magic Treasure. But an ordinary... seal.

It was the most inconspicuous item in the newbie gift package the System gave him when he first Transmigrated. It was called: 【Rubber Stamp】. 【Attribute: It can be stamped on any document. Although it doesn't have legal effect, the moment it is stamped, it is really stress-relieving.】

"You're right, I am a Mortal." Li Mo looked at that blood-red eye and slowly raised the Rubber Stamp in his hand. "But you might not know that in this Scripture Pavilion, Mortals... are the most unreasonable."

"Abyssal Lord, right? True form descending, right?" "Come, sign in first."

Slap! Li Mo stamped it hard onto the ink bottle. There was no brilliant golden light, only a bright red, slightly crooked word stamped on the bottle (and the Abyssal Lord's true spirit):

【Illegal Construction】.

The next second. The entire Scripture Pavilion seemed to "come alive." A terrifying rule power known as the "Demolition Office" awakened from the bookshelves in all directions. For "Illegal Construction," there was only one way to deal with it —

Forced demolition.