Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1046: Chapter 581: The Eerie Thought Realm

"Help me, help me..."

The thorny skin carpet howled in agony, struggling madly to stand up, while countless voices snarled at once, "Why is it you? It’s me, it’s me! You ate me, I ate you..."

With these insane shouts, the bone floor slowly revealed a series of skulls appearing, their mouths opening and closing, seemingly shouting something.

Among them, one skull looked somewhat familiar. After examining it closely, Zhao Sheng was shocked: "This... is actually... the Jade Skull!"

With a clatter,

a painting frame suddenly fell from the wall to the floor, its painted side facing up, and the eyes of the portrait within rolled around, faintly revealing fear and beseeching.

Zhao Sheng’s gaze fell upon it, growing increasingly familiar. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another Great Venerable—Paper Child.

Everything in front of him was absurd and eerie, bizarre yet seeming strangely reasonable.

But...

Zhao Sheng wasn’t just any Golden Core Cultivator; he had experienced even more miraculous events, like wandering within the Great Saint Thought Realm of the Forgotten Heaven.

Compared to the Great Saint Thought Realm, such absurd surrealism seemed particularly illusory and discordant...

At this moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly realized where he was: this was clearly a poorly constructed, flawed "Thought Realm."

No, this place was unstable, ready to collapse at any time; it was far from a Thought Realm, at most an Illusion Realm created by a True Immortal Demon Thought.

"Can merely a Devilish Thought easily suppress multiple Tribulation Crossing Realm individuals? The power of a True Immortal indeed is terrifying!"

Zhao Sheng bent down and reached out to touch the thorny skin carpet; it felt substantial.

Mo Xian Great Venerable’s anger and fear grew more apparent, struggling desperately but unable to break free of the restraints.

The bone floor was strewn with countless skulls staring at Zhao Sheng with hollow eye sockets, filled with oppressive tension.

Tap, tap, tap...

Hundreds of light streams intertwined and converged on the bed, re-manifesting as a large mangy dog.

"Immortal? Demon? Stop pretending to be supernatural. State your purpose."

At this point, Zhao Sheng no longer hoped to leave this haunted place alive, hence his attitude became unprecedentedly tough.

I’ve met even Daluo Golden Immortal, why should I fear the mere remnant thought of a True Immortal?

Zhao Sheng looked at the mangy dog with a blank expression.

"Crunch, crunch"

The dog’s mouth chewed a few times before suddenly spitting out some broken bones, its bloodstained tongue extended, licking its lips.

"This place has its own rules. Although I can suppress it temporarily, I can’t completely control myself."

"So... are they dead or alive?" Zhao Sheng pointed at the footstool and the ghastly painting on the floor.

"Is that really... important?" The dog smiled, its hair suddenly transforming into numerous fleshy tendrils.

"You are right; the life and death of others are not important, but knowing whether they are dead or alive is important to me." Zhao Sheng said with implication.

"Hehehe, little one, you’re quite special! You’re the only life that enters here yet remains unwarped by the rules. I really want to know what makes you so special."

"Take a guess?"

Slurp, slurp...

The dog’s mouth widened more and more, as though into a deep, dark bottomless pit; it seemed to be laughing.

Numerous sinister shadows whispered in the darkness, and shrieking howls echoed in the room, sounding eerily like Fengfengzi’s voice.