Selection of Championship Skins

"Finally, it's over..."

Watching the five opponents on the other side disconnect simultaneously, Lu Ze let out a sigh of relief.

He had taken them down 14 times with a single life, and just now, he'd scored a pseudo-penta-kill...

If this kept up, they’d probably surrender again.

Fortunately, Nangong Yuan's demon-hunting squad should have already reached their location by now.

At this very moment, those demonic cultivators were likely engaged in a far more intense real-life battle.

"Wow, the enemy quit the game! Doesn’t that mean we can..."

Zhou Qiaoling rubbed her hands excitedly, eager to push for the enemy’s base.

"No!"

Zhou Yue, who was farming the nearby jungle camp, shot her a stern look and declared righteously:

"We’re righteous cultivators! Even if they resort to underhanded tricks, we can’t stoop to their level!"

"Fair play matters—how can we take advantage of their misfortune?"

"Think about Brother Bai, who upheld honor and vows even when he was low on health. Look at yourself, then look at Bai... huh?"

Zhou Yue’s speech trailed off as he froze in place.

"Brother Bai, why are you pushing towers harder than my sister?!!"

Lu Ze was wildly swinging his arms, his shuriken practically tearing through the enemy structures.

With Nangong Yuan’s squad already on-site, his mission was complete, and he couldn’t wait to clock out.

He glanced back at Zhou Yue:

"What’s with all the rambling? Quit standing around and help push!"

......

The audience raised no objections to the Lingxiao Sect’s "opportunistic" tower push to secure victory.

After all, against a team that relied on demonic arts, any means were justified.

Moreover,

the next two matches had already proven that, even if they hadn’t disconnected, they stood no chance of winning.

Seizing the livestream’s peak viewership, Zhong Yi announced the Lingxiao Sect’s successful strike against a demonic faction, while also exposing the true nature of the [Immortal-Slaying Path] team.

Instantly, the entire rogue cultivator community was on edge, fearing they might be the next target.

Fortunately, Lu Ze had prepared for this. He swiftly announced changes for future tournaments:

Major competitions would now be held offline.

Additionally, in collaboration with the remnants of the Heavenly Dao, a soul-verification system was added to the illusionary realm’s login magic, completely cutting off any similar demonic exploits.

Luckily, among the cultivators abducted by the demonic faction, only Liu Mo had perished—the rest suffered no fatal injuries.

Their spiritual damage wasn’t severe either. Elder Lin Qingxuan concocted a medicinal pill on-site, and they’d recover fully within half a month.

With that, the unrest among rogue cultivators gradually subsided.

After this incident, cultivators became far more cautious about their online privacy.

Few dared to reveal their origins publicly anymore...

......

Bai Mu’s legendary reversal against the demonic team remained a hot topic for ages.

Countless cultivators rushed to emulate his Yasuo’s double-wind EQ-flash or his Zed’s triple-shadow technique.

For a long time, the mid-lane in the Immortal-Demon Rift was dominated by either Yasuo or Zed.

Though, more often than not, they were the "Troll-suo" and "Baby Zed" variety.

In the years that followed,

whenever players of Immortal-Demon Clash spoke of miraculous comebacks, they’d recall that Yasuo who cut through all with the wind.

When discussing clutch outplays, the legendary Zed duel would always come up.

As for True Lord Yuelun...

he became the greatest punching bag in illusionary realm history.

Mention the strongest, and Bai Mu’s name would follow.

Mention Bai Mu, and True Lord Yuelun would inevitably be dragged into the conversation.

The poor player behind the [True Lord Yuelun] tag was truly pitiable.

After being rescued by Nangong Yuan’s group, he woke as if from a dream—

a dream where he’d been utterly humiliated by an overwhelmingly skilled Zed.

Then he realized the dream was real.

Rumor had it his Dao heart shattered, and he never touched Zed again...

......

A week after Bai Mu’s godlike performance,

the Heavenly Dao Cup finals arrived: Lingxiao Sect vs. Qingshan Sect.

The Qingshan Sect’s team was far weaker than the star-studded [Immortal-Slaying Path] squad.

Lu Ze treated it as pure fun, playing three matches in a row.

That day, under the gaze of countless spectators,

everyone eagerly anticipated what spectacle Bai Mu would deliver.

Instead, Lu Ze dropped a bombshell.

Game 1: AP Shaco.

Summarized in one word—

Abomination.

Channeling the teachings of a certain unhinged streamer from his past life, he mastered psychological warfare to perfection.

The opposing mid-laner suffered endlessly.

The enemy jungler even rage-quit at one point...

Every time they saw a low-health target and moved in for the kill, a fear-box would send them running.

Few kills were secured, but mental defenses were thoroughly shattered.

To make matters worse, Qingshan Sect’s mid-laner was none other than Xu Huoyao.

Mid-match, he unleashed a flurry of system-filtered expletives...

becoming the butt of countless jokes.

Game 2: Neeko.

This one seemed normal at first glance.

But in Lu Ze’s hands, lane phase became a farce—real body disguised as a minion, clone baiting spells—played with shameless finesse.

By the end, Qingshan Sect hesitated to last-hit even a siege minion, terrified it might be Bai Mu in disguise.

Game 3: The most diabolical yet.

He locked in the King of Torment—Zilean.

Credit again went to a certain streamer.

For a time, searching "abomination" on Douyin would bring up this guy as the top result.

That’s how infamous he was.

And Lu Zhe embodied his legacy perfectly.

Enemy tried to farm? Bomb to the face.

Going for a siege minion? Double bombs.

Frustrated and tried to all-in?

Speed boost to dodge skills, taunt while kiting, then toss another bomb.

Tried to flee?

Chased down and tortured...

How bad was it?

Even the barrage of comments pitied Qingshan Sect.

[Is this even human gameplay?]

[Abomination! Absolute abomination!]

[He has the skill to be a god, yet chooses to play like a demon...]

[Well, if you’re gonna be a monster, might as well go all out.]

[Now I get why so many want to uncover Bai Mu’s real identity.]

[Mark my words—the Rift’s gonna be flooded with Shacos and Zileans now.]

[Forget ‘Bai Mu’—call him the Pale Demon.]

[Revoke his godhood!]

......

That day’s commentary was especially lively.

Across all three games, Bai Mu embraced the art of being utterly insufferable.

Amid the laughter, the Lingxiao Sect swept Qingshan Sect 3-0, claiming the first Heavenly Dao Cup championship.

"Skin time! Skin time!"

Zhou Qiaoling cheered, hopping down from the altar.

"I’m picking the Radiant Saintess! What about you guys?"

The champion’s rewards included a fragment of ancient arcane arts and the highest honor in the illusionary realm:

A team skin set.

Each member could select a champion they’d used to receive a custom skin.

Mu Yawen: "Heh, I’ll take Sett."

Zhou Yue: "Kayn. Looks cool!"

Li Moran: "Fiora."

The four quickly decided, then turned to Bai Mu:

"Brother Bai, what’s your pick?"

"Doesn’t matter... any suggestions?" Lu Ze shrugged.

A skin?

He’d designed every skin in the Rift...

The concept meant nothing to him.

"How about Yasuo? The champion that started your legend!"

"Double tribulation battles are pretty epic too!"

"What about Time? It’s kinda scummy, but it fits the character..."

...

The three of them debated fervently when Li Moran, who had been silent until now, suddenly blinked and softly suggested:

"Teemo."

The idea instantly lit up the room.

"Teemo? Hahaha, Bai Mu’s Teemo skin?? Now that’s suddenly interesting!"

"Thinking about it, Teemo’s mischievous personality and today’s playstyle..."

"It’s so unexpected and fun!"

"Bai Mu, how about picking Teemo?"

Seeing the four of them unanimously agree,

At the same time, the sky above the canyon suddenly crackled with lightning, strange phenomena appearing one after another.

Lu Ze’s lips twitched slightly.

He understood—not only were his four teammates urging him to pick Teemo, but even the Heavenly Dao was nudging him.

"Alright, let’s go with Teemo then."

[P.S. LOL is over. Just a quick note on what’s next. Having two online games back-to-back doesn’t flow well, and the timeline’s off. So, as usual, we’ll slot in a mini-game as a transition before moving to the next online game, Naraka: Bladepoint.]

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