A mortal’s journey to becoming an immortal begins by becoming the food for monsters and beasts.

The dazzling sunlight quietly fell on Fu Sheng's face, but the deep sleep still made Fu Sheng reluctant to wake up.

The door opened, "Don't sleep, what time is it?"

This slightly familiar voice made Fu Sheng suddenly feel excited, and he suddenly fell asleep.

This voice, isn't this voice the voice of his mother?

Fu Sheng hurriedly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a familiar room.

The simple adobe house was very clean, and there was a huge hunting bow hanging on the wall of the room, which was his father's hunting bow, although Fu Sheng quietly pulled it, but he couldn't pull it away at all.

Through the window, you can also see a huge white-fronted insect fur drying in the yard, which my father hunted two days ago, and it is the most proud thing for my father.

Fu Sheng looked at this extremely familiar scene, and only felt that his brain was in a state of confusion. "What the hell is going on?"

Whether it is everything he sees in front of his eyes now, or what he has experienced in the world of cultivating immortals, it is extremely real, where is it true and what is false?

At this moment, Fu Sheng fell into a deep confusion.

Could it be that the things in the lair of the Foxy Beast that lived for a lifetime, as well as the cultivation in the Xunling Pavilion, were all his own imagination?"

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The person who spoke was Fu Sheng's father, a very good hunter, but because he didn't like to kill too much, his family was far from wealthy.

Fu Sheng spent the whole afternoon in a state of confusion, Fu Sheng really couldn't understand why he suddenly returned to Pingling Country, whether it was a gentle but mighty father or a gentle and kind mother, it was so real.

It was so real that Fu Sheng even produced a wonderful adventure in the world of cultivating immortals that he had experienced, which was just a dream.

"What's the daze, you haven't tightened it over there, if this skin is not nitrated, the value will be greatly reduced. Fu Sheng's father said to Fu Sheng with some displeasure.

In a trance, Fu Sheng seemed to feel as if he had experienced something in front of him.

The life here fascinates Fu Sheng, and the life he once looked forward to is right in front of him.

There are no demon beasts that choose people to eat, there are no ugly faces with bottomless morality, and there are no unscrupulous monks who deceive themselves and deceive themselves just for a chance of immortality.

There is a peaceful life here, although it is as plain as water, but it is also commendable that he is as plain as water.

This kind of life made Fu Sheng intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.

"No, no! it shouldn't be like this!" Fu

Sheng sat up suddenly, restlessly tossing back and forth on the ground, and finally sat on the edge of his bed, muttering to himself as if he was nervous.

Suddenly, Fu Sheng remembered something, and then said firmly: "The Immortal Cultivation Realm is not a dream of mine, but a real existence!"

Fu Sheng suddenly remembered, remembering the scene where his father was devoured alive by a bat demon beast.

That scene was so unforgettable, so deep in the bone marrow, how dare

Fu Sheng forget it? Immediately, the sealed memories rushed into Fu Sheng's mind like a tide.

It was because he foresaw the fact that he was about to die, so he pulled himself into such an illusion.

What I am experiencing now, what I see in front of me, and what I touch with my hands are all constructed by my ability to foresee the scene of my own death. The more Fu Sheng spoke, the more affirmative his tone became.

It's just that this time the process of his death is not death in the physical sense, and it is not that his body has been destroyed by someone, in a sense, the cause of his death should be because of illusion to make him believe that he is really dead, which leads to his own death.

Fu Sheng, who figured out the approximate reason, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Ordinary illusions are just the use of creating something out of nothing, or forcibly changing the environment and things, and this kind of illusion is actually not very clever.

But this illusion of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Vajra Zen Temple is really terrifying.

It is not to create something that is not imaginary and forcibly install itself into it, but to seduce and exit the most desired thing in the hearts of the people who enter the formation through the formation, and to construct an illusion according to the memories of the people who enter the formation.

After all, who really doubts their own experience? This incomparably familiar feeling also seriously skews their judgment?

This method of creating illusions based on the memories of those who enter the battle is extremely clever and equally terrifying!

Maybe it's only a moment in the real world, and you've spent a happy and prosperous life in the fantasy world, and finally passed away peacefully, and even when you die, you don't know that you're not actually dead, it's just yourself in the illusion.

But once you really accept that you are dead, then even if your body is still young and full of vitality, it is impossible to restore your lost life.

Speaking of which, this formation is actually somewhat similar to Fu Sheng's Phantom Song Asking Heart Array, but there is no doubt that this set of formations in the Zangjing Pavilion of the Vajra Zen Temple is undoubtedly much more sophisticated.

Fu Sheng, who figured out the joint here, immediately decided to find a way to commit suicide, as long as he could end his life in the illusion of his death, then he could return to the real world.

The cold wind blew the curtains and hunted, but when it came to the end, Fu Sheng hesitated.

"What if?" "Yes, what if

? What if the ordinary life I have experienced, or if the immortal cultivation world after that is my own dream? What if it is all an absurd and uninhibited dream that I have in my leisure time?

If it is really a dream, there is really no room for relaxation in my death.

Whether it is an illusory and beautiful dream or a real and cruel reality, Fu Sheng at this time is completely unable to judge.

Fu Sheng was silent and silently returned to the room and sat down.

Yes, Fu Sheng was instigated. Fu Sheng knew that he couldn't afford to gamble, and he couldn't gamble with the only one life he had.

"Not true.

Fu Sheng, who suddenly remembered something, hurriedly stopped his steps, if his previous inference was correct, then once he died in the illusion, then he would definitely die in the real world, which was inevitable.

In other words, this illusion is not just a fantasy.

Because only when he dies in the future will he be pulled into the illusion. That means that once you enter the Scripture Pavilion unprepared, death is the inevitable result of yourself.

And the means of letting yourself die is naturally to let yourself live your life in the illusion, and when you die calmly in the illusion, you will also die in the real world.

But what I'm experiencing now is not the illusion of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but the illusion created by my ability to foresee the future.

If he had slowly experienced a lifetime in the illusion created by this gem, and finally died contentedly, would he really die? Thinking of such a possibility, Fu Sheng suddenly felt that he had become embarrassed!

Although Fu Sheng had experienced death in the gem illusion more than once, after having the previous conjecture, Fu Sheng knew in his heart that this method of letting himself die might be equally effective in the illusion of the gem.

If you really choose to spend your life here, once the one you experience now is an illusion, then you may die in the real world.

But if this is the real world, if you kill yourself like this, it will be even worse.

Silence! Still silence

! Fu Sheng didn't even know how long he had been sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze? It wasn't until the sky turned white that he suddenly woke up

! "No matter! Life is just a process of making choices again and again, and long pain is better than short pain."

If this is illusory, even the best life is just a bubble. What's more, Fu Sheng believed in his own judgment, especially after entering the immortal cultivation realm, those deceitful and life-and-death crises were absolutely impossible for him to conjecture.

As soon as he thought of this, Fu Sheng ran to the river without hesitation and jumped against the surging river.

With an exclamation from himself, Fu Sheng suddenly came to his senses.

Sweat had already wet Fu Sheng's clothes, and Fu Sheng sat panting and slumped in front of the Scripture Pavilion, feeling a little happy at the same time.

"This phantom array is really incomparably powerful. I don't know if the Monk Jiedan, who has a more powerful divine sense, or even the Yuanying Monk, can resist the power of this phantom array. Fu Sheng thought secretly in his heart.

The most powerful thing about this kind of phantom array is that it can quietly transform all the characters and environments around you into the most important places and people in your memory, so sometimes the people who enter the formation know that they are experiencing the illusion, but it is still difficult to break free from it.

But this Scripture Pavilion still has to enter after all, but after experiencing the Fu Sheng of the Palm Gem Illusion, he is even more confident that he can break through the Treasure Pavilion's illusion array.

So Fu Sheng meditated cross-legged for a long time, and after adjusting his state, he made up his mind and strode into the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

This time, Fu Sheng was not dragged into the illusion, and Fu Sheng smiled proudly and became even more confident about this trip.

As expected, just as Fu Sheng was about to enter the Scripture Pavilion, suddenly bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded in his ears, and then he appeared again in a top-heavy trance on that warm afternoon.

This time, Fu Sheng was not anxious and out of the illusion, but was intoxicated and meticulous to feel this long-lost life, and felt the ups and downs that an ordinary teenager should experience at that age.

A hundred years later, Fu Sheng walked away with a satisfied smile on his happy and flat voice.