"Don’t underestimate this Virtual Life," Piaomiao Hong said.
"This alternate existence has captivated nearly everyone in Cloud Star, including the most powerful figures."
"Though it’s virtual, it serves as a spiritual wellspring for many. What they can’t attain in the real world, they find in Virtual Life."
"Those revered as great sages in reality might be ruthless villains in Virtual Life."
"And those who boast endlessly in Virtual Life might amount to nothing in the real world."
"Still, the strength of one’s Virtual Life persona holds significant weight across various regions."
"If your virtual character is formidable, even if you’re weak in reality, you could earn respect from many. Some major factions might even extend an olive branch, inviting you to join them—because real-world powers have corresponding presences in Virtual Life."
"In fact, certain factions now evaluate not just your real-world strength and talent but also the power of your Virtual Life persona when recruiting disciples."
"Moreover, the wealth and resources you accumulate in Virtual Life can be exchanged for real-world items at a proportional rate."
"So? Doesn’t it sound fascinating? Doesn’t it blow your mind?" Piaomiao Hong asked with a smile.
"Uh… what if I told you I’m not the least bit impressed?" Yi Feng lifted his head.
It’s just a game—albeit one that holds far more significance here than in his past life.
He was growing increasingly convinced that this so-called Virtual Life was the creation of a transmigrator from Earth.
Probably some protagonist-tier individual, too.
Frankly, he couldn’t care less. His only focus was on finding a way to die.
"Miss Piao, let’s skip the chatter and get to the part where you help me figure out how to die," Yi Feng said, pinching his nose.
"Very well. It seems you truly have no interest in Virtual Life," Piaomiao Hong sighed. She had been eager to share more about the aspects Yi Feng might not know.
"But don’t worry, sir. I’ve already started planning for your… unique request on the way here."
"Do tell," Yi Feng urged, his interest piqued.
"Forgive my presumption, but given your overwhelming power, I’ve only devised one plan so far. To avoid wasting your precious time, I’ll need to carefully assess whether other options pose a genuine threat to you before proceeding."
With that, she produced a jade slip and handed it to Yi Feng. "This is the first plan. You can try it immediately. If it succeeds, all the better. If not, by the time you return, I’ll have the rest of the plans ready."
"You’ve put a lot of thought into this."
Yi Feng was genuinely moved, appreciating Piaomiao Hong’s diligence.
He took the jade slip and read its contents.
"Death’s Legacy…" Yi Feng murmured.
"Exactly. Death’s Legacy," Piaomiao Hong explained. "Fengyue Island belongs to the Fengyue Sect, which holds a legacy said to have been left behind by a Sage."
"Yet, over ten thousand years, countless disciples of the Fengyue Sect have attempted to inherit it—only to perish without success."
"Eventually, the sect accepted their lack of fortune and opened the legacy to outsiders. Those who meet certain conditions can attempt the inheritance. If they succeed, the Fengyue Sect demands nothing in return except for the inheritor to serve as an honorary elder, aiding the sect in critical moments."
"This offer caused a stir back then. After all, it was a Sage’s legacy. Countless individuals, including elite experts from major sects, tried their luck."
"But without exception, every single one failed and met a gruesome end."
"Thus, it earned the name Death’s Legacy."
"The more lives it claimed, the more infamous it became—and the fewer dared to attempt it."
"The last recorded attempt was a century ago."
"So, your chances of success here are… plausible."
As Piaomiao Hong spoke, Yi Feng’s excitement grew.
This place was dangerous.
And not just by Piaomiao Hong’s amateur assessment—everyone agreed. The odds of death were sky-high.
He could almost feel his long-awaited demise beckoning him!