He withdrew his mental power; he had already seen through the flaws of the illusion.
This illusion was truly crude, and its content somewhat boring. An illusion of this level was not yet qualified to interrogate his heart.
He opened his eyes again, raised his hand, and mental power surged from his palm.
Crash!
The wasteland before his eyes instantly shattered, breaking into pieces like glass. The scorching gale vanished, the twisted light and shadows dispersed, and Chen Guan returned to the circular stone chamber.
The light and shadows in the center of the stone chamber had condensed into a humanoid shape, with the faint outline of a carapace visible around its body. It had no face, yet it exuded a daunting sense of oppression. It was hard to tell whether a turtle had become a spirit or a person had turned into a turtle.
[This trash illusion is too weak, right?]
[A normal playthrough would definitely have a ton of blah blah blah, but Brother Guan skipped the process to save us data.]
[The illusion really kicked an iron plate when it ran into Brother Guan.]
The bullet comments were chatting so wildly they forgot where they were. On Chen Guan's side, the humanoid light figure slowly raised its hand, pointing to the other end of the stone chamber.
There, a new stone door emerged out of thin air, similarly carved with incomprehensible runes.
Meanwhile, outside the Xuanwu Tower.
Yin Chen was imprisoned by Wu Xuan's power in a howling ice cave.
Deep within the ice cave, streams of condensed cold wind, sharp as knives, slashed at his body.
He did not resist; he merely kept his eyes closed, sensing the pulsation of the wind.
Wu Xuan's voice echoed in his mind: The true essence of wind originates from heaven and earth, and returns to all things. Comprehend it, and you can master the wind and break all laws. Lose yourself in it, and you will be swallowed by the wind, turning into ice dust.
Yin Chen's silver hair danced wildly in the wind.
He captured the trajectory of every wisp of wind, feeling its gentleness and madness.
Although his family's ability was wind, and it had even mutated in his generation, he had never touched upon such an exquisite realm.
What Wu Xuan bestowed was a truly primal inheritance.
Was it related to his own family?
Or perhaps, this entire Xuanwu Tower was related to his family?
On the other side, Hong Yuan was thrown by Wu Xuan into a room made of countless ice crystals.
In the center, a massive ice crystal behemoth roared and charged at her.
Roar!
The ice behemoth's claws were fierce, but Hong Yuan did not retreat; instead, she advanced. The giant axe flipped in her hands, and excited murmurs escaped her lips.
Good timing!
She swung her giant axe, clashing head-on with the ice crystal behemoth.
Every collision burst with blinding light and a deafening boom.
The ice crystal behemoth possessed the ability of immortality. No matter how Hong Yuan hacked and slashed, it could instantly recover.
However, Hong Yuan was equally fearless of death. Every one of her attacks carried the ruthlessness of mutual destruction.
Wu Xuan's voice echoed in Hong Yuan's mind: The power of the bloodline originates from the Black Tortoise. Fight, and you can temper your physique and merge it into your bloodline. Retreat, and you will be abandoned by the bloodline, turning into a mortal body.
Hong Yuan couldn't understand what Wu Xuan was babbling about; she just felt this old turtle was extremely annoying.
But she could feel that every time she was injured, a peculiar power surged within her bloodline, repairing her body and making her strength increasingly condensed.
Deep within her body, a dormant power was awakening.
Inside, Chen Guan gazed at the newly appeared stone door. The fragment of the Xuanwu Token leaped slightly in his palm once more, guiding him forward.
Chen Guan stepped into the second stone door. Behind the door was a long, narrow passage.
The stone walls on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting his figure.
He continued deeper.
At the end of the passage, light flowed, red and blue intertwining, dyeing the path ahead in a blurry hue.
He walked into a massive circular space.
The name of this place surged into his mind.
Inner Demon Purgatory.
Light and shadows wandered uncertainly within the space.
One moment it was a warm hometown town, and the next it became a bloody battlefield.
A faint scent of rosemary permeated the air, attempting to paralyze one's will.
[Inner Demon Purgatory? This name sounds like trouble right off the bat.]
[I feel like Brother Guan will have to follow the procedure this time; he probably can't just break out directly.]
[I believe in Brother Guan, the number one unpredictable Thousand-Hand Guan-yin.]
The illusion activated immediately, attempting to outline the deepest fears and desires in Chen Guan's heart.
He saw himself lying in a coffin, sleeping day after day.
Time passed, the world changed, but he could never wake up.
This sense of powerlessness and the loneliness of being forgotten was the fear the illusion tried to impose on him.
However, Chen Guan's expression remained calm.
It wasn't that he lacked emotions, but rather that his emotions mostly served his goals.
His main body sleeping?
This was a fact, and also the driving force behind his continuous efforts.
Being forgotten?
He didn't care at all about how irrelevant outsiders viewed him.
He knew best what he wanted.
An inner demon of this level is too low in quality. It's no different from the last illusion, Chen Guan muttered in his heart.
The illusion wanted to shake him, but it was merely repeating the mission background he was already familiar with.
He tentatively took a step forward while releasing his mental power, exploring the borders of the illusion.
The illusion reacted immediately. A golden avenue appeared under his feet, leading straight to a towering palace.
Inside the palace, rare treasures were piled up like mountains, and legendary divine martial arts manuals shone with tempting light.
The illusion tried to tempt him.
Chen Guan just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.
The little thing was quite human-like.
Unfortunately, what he needed was power that could truly elevate his main body, not these illusory temptations.
He continued forward. The golden avenue vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a pitch-black abyss before him.
Countless malicious ghosts wailed in the abyss, trying to drag him into the endless darkness.
He stopped at the edge of the abyss and tentatively took out a blank monster core from his storage ring.
He tossed it lightly, and the monster core fell into the abyss.
The malicious ghosts swarmed forward but could not affect the monster core in the slightest.
The monster core bobbed in the abyss for a moment and actually began to absorb the power within, its luster returning.
Chen Guan saw through the trick.
He retrieved the monster core, took out a few low-grade spirit herbs from his ring, and casually tossed them into the abyss.
The spirit herbs quickly withered in the abyss, but their medicinal power was absorbed by the malicious ghosts, whose auras subsequently grew stronger.
Chen Guan looked thoughtful. If that was the case, could he throw all the previously drained monster cores down there and then absorb them again?
The illusion seemed to sense Chen Guan's thoughts. Not giving him a chance to exploit a bug, the light and shadows twisted once more.
This time, it was no longer simple fear or desire, but bluntly unrolled the scene of his main body slumbering.
The coffin was dark, and his main body lay quietly inside, wrapped in countless chains.
Baal's whispers, carrying a bewitching demonic power, echoed in Chen Guan's mind.
Just one step, just offer the soul of this body, and he can awaken early. You will gain power that transcends everything, no longer bound by any rules...
[Baal?! Why did this demon god crash the party?!]
[This is probably fake. The tone is all wrong. No evil laugh, one-star review.]
[Brother Guan, absolutely do not believe it! It's the devil's temptation.]
Chen Guan's heart remained completely unruffled.
Just as the bullet comments said, no evil laugh meant a bad review. At first glance, it was obviously a cheap knockoff. With the end of the year approaching, there were more scammers around.
Although he hadn't downloaded an anti-fraud app, it didn't prevent him from not being scammed.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
