Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1045: Chapter 581: The Eerie Thought Realm

“Heh heh, you kid… sly!”

Just after the Great Venerable Hao Yang spoke, he suddenly exclaimed with delight, “Lucky! Truly incredibly lucky!… To have stumbled upon a True Immortal Demon Thought so soon.”

“Shi Gong, look!”

“It’s here!”

At this moment, the other five Great Venerables also noticed something unusual ahead.

They saw a deep, dark shadow appear out of nowhere in the boundless white world.

At first, the darkness was just a speck, but in an instant, it swelled drastically, spreading in all directions with unbelievable speed.

Meanwhile, a massive, indescribable shadow faintly emerged from the depths of the darkness.

The shadow was blacker than darkness, seemingly ever-changing, with countless strange phantoms struggling within it, eager to transform from illusion to reality and descend into the world.

“Shi Gong, while the Devilish Thought hasn’t fully materialized yet, hurry and charge in!”

There was actually no need for a reminder; the Ten Thousand Treasure Ship, under Shi Gong’s control, turned into a stream of light, charging unwaveringly into the Abyss of the Devilish Thought.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng’s mind was filled with confusion, unable to comprehend why the six Great Venerables would deliberately “court death.”

However, before he could ask Great Venerable Hao Yang, everything around him suddenly vanished into a void, leaving him all alone.

Rumble!

Before Zhao Sheng’s astonished eyes, an immense White Jade Pearl fell from the darkness, its sudden appearance catching him completely off guard.

In the next moment, the gigantic pearl emitted an irresistible attraction,

pulling Zhao Sheng inside, rendering him nowhere to be seen.

“Huh?”

When he regained consciousness, he found himself back at the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, with the furniture, antique calligraphy and paintings, and even the decorative plants all so familiar, as if nothing had changed from his memories.

However, the more Zhao Sheng scrutinized the hall’s arrangement, the more he felt something was off, though he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

Plop plop…

Suddenly, a plopping sound came from the ground, as a series of mud bubbles emerged, followed by a large amount of yellow mud flowing out, quickly covering a vast area.

Gurgle gurgle!

A mud monster struggled to emerge from the mud, but as soon as Zhao Sheng’s eyes glanced over, the ground suddenly returned to normal, as if it had all been an illusion.

Zhao Sheng maintained a blank expression, striding forward, puzzled by the unchanging ground and what he had just witnessed!

“Hee hee!”

He abruptly turned his head to see a black shadowy tentacle retracting swiftly into the wall painting’s shadow. Upon closer inspection, the shadow was empty, like an illusion.

Clap!

A light tapping sound came from outside the window as if someone were knocking.

Zhao Sheng looked over and saw a slender figure standing motionless outside the window.

“Playing tricks!” Zhao Sheng sneered disdainfully, feeling everything unfolded far differently than he had imagined.

Just this?

Just this?

The illustrious True Immortal Demon Thought resorting to such petty tricks?

Hmm?!

When Zhao Sheng raised his head again, he suddenly noticed the back hall door was somehow open, and a Three-legged Tripod on the side antiquities shelf seemed different from before, as if it had shifted slightly, with its lid opened slightly.

A pair of spectral eyes seemed to peer at him through the slit.

“…Is it inviting me in?” Zhao Sheng muttered to himself, stepping toward the back hall.

Crunch, crunch…

Though stepping on stone tile, the ground emitted breaking sounds, as if unable to support a person’s weight, ready to collapse at any moment.

With every step, he left behind deep footprints, quickly filled with brownish-yellow mud.

Hiss hiss…

Something seemed to slide across his back, slick and cold like a thick tentacle.

“Hmph.” Zhao Sheng showed no intention of turning back, stepping over the threshold into the back hall.

The back hall appeared unusually vast, with completely altered furniture, entirely different from his memory.

The floor covered with a massive, dark thorny skin carpet, beyond which the ground was paved with countless translucent bones.

A dark purple bed occupied most of the space at the hall’s northern end, with faint smoke lingering around it, the air filled with an indistinct mixture of fragrance and stench.

At this moment, lying on the bed was a big, shaggy dog with a bulging belly,

lounging on the bed with a bone in its mouth, droopy-eyed, looking satiated and drowsy.

Zhao Sheng’s arrival woke the shaggy dog.

“Awakening this small one… You are fortunate! I, the palace, have not seen a satisfactory person in a long time.”

The dog spat out the bone, suddenly raising its head, its voice unexpectedly clear and pleasant.

However, Zhao Sheng was transfixed, staring at the thorny skin carpet on the floor, shock on his face.

After a while, he finally responded, speaking gravely, “Who are you, senior?”

This thorny skin carpet was wrapped around Mo Xian’s true body; he was sure he wasn’t mistaken.

“Who am I, the palace? Who is the palace? Who is it? Who is it? Ho ho ho…”

The big dog’s belly grew larger, seemingly about to burst, and with a “bang,” its entire body exploded, scattering colorful dog hair all over the place.

The dog hair seemed to gain life, frantically burrowing into the thorny skin carpet, which then appeared to come alive again, gradually forming a human shape.

“Mo Xian… Great Venerable?”

Zhao Sheng tentatively asked but received no response.