Ascension Through Generations

After three days and nights, only a dozen people were left in the lower cabin, barely able to stay awake.

Zhao Sheng counted them one by one and found that all the living people were strong people who had awakened their original spiritual consciousness on their own, and all the other weak people who had forcibly awakened died.

Even these strong men are all extremely miserable at this time, and have reached the end of their strength.

However, the six great masters were obviously extremely cruel and ruthless and never really came forward to take over the Wanbao Ship.

In fact, on the contrary, Jin Heng and other survivors have made a shocking discovery. They have been plotted by the great masters together, and they have become the "firewood" to boost the treasure ship's ascent.

It was obvious that the fate of everyone in the lower cabin was doomed from the beginning.

Unless someone has mercy on them, everyone must die.

Then will the great master take action?

The results speak for themselves!

Even Feng Fengzi actually chose to stand by and watch, no matter how hard the two junior brothers begged and struggled, turning a deaf ear and not wanting to waste any strength.

Seeing everyone's miserable end, Zhao Sheng felt a chill in his back and was very frightened.

, Fortunately, Great Master Haoyang has a keen eye for knowing people. Otherwise, his fate is unpredictable, and he may be reincarnated again.

…

As time slowly passed, a powerful figure in the outside world fell into madness one after another, and eventually disappeared without any bones.

Until then, murmurs suddenly came into Zhao Sheng's mind from time to time.

Zhao Sheng's heart trembled. He understood very well what this meant, which meant that even the Tribulation Master could not always block the invisible penetration of the whispering layer.

"Shi Gong, Jade Skeleton, Mo Xian...it's our turn to take action." At this time, Great Master Haoyang looked at the others and suddenly suggested.

"Pindao seconded the proposal. After all, if the delay is too long, unnecessary accidents may occur." Feng Fengzi was the first to agree.

While speaking, this person's eyes lingered on Zhao Sheng intentionally or unintentionally.

When Zhao Sheng looked back, Feng Fengzi smiled slightly and nodded.

In the dark red evil cloud, those huge eyes blinked, and then they heard Shi Gong say: "In that case! I will activate the six-pole star array, everyone please take action at the same time."

"Don't worry!"

"Here!"

"Can!"

"Jie Jie!"

Later, the six Dharma platforms glowed brightly, and the Wanbao Ship's hull suddenly erupted into a large circle of dazzling flames. In an instant, its speed increased countless times, and it surged away in an instant.

…

The difficulty of breaking through the babbling layer was beyond Zhao Sheng's expectation.

Unexpectedly, with the protection of Lord Haoyang, he was also confused by the nonsense several times and almost fell into ruin.

Fortunately, no matter how difficult and dangerous it was, he finally passed the gate of hell.

After the babble layer, the dark environment, strange clouds, and the tyrannical demon species that repeatedly attacked, all disappeared.

white!

Pale white!

Wherever you look, everything is pale!

After staying in this vast white space for a long time, people can easily lose their way and often have the illusion of being upside down, left, and right.

The Wanbao Ship flew silently, and flew... as if it would fly forever.

Gradually, Zhao Sheng's concept of time became blurred, and he couldn't even remember how long the treasure ship had been flying here.

He occasionally glanced at the six great masters, but he could only sense that something was wrong from Feng Fengzi's increasingly solemn expression.

Finally one day, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he secretly contacted the Great Master Haoyang through his spiritual consciousness:

"Senior Haoyang, if this continues, how long will we have to fly?"

Great Master Haoyang quickly responded, hehe, jokingly: "How long? It's only been three hours since we entered the demonic mind level. Can't you stand it anymore?"

"Three hours?!" Zhao Sheng was shocked after hearing this.

In his mind, the Wanbao Ship had been flying for at least several months.

Never imagined……

"Little guy, you are lucky, but you still look ignorant. Do you know? In all the worlds, there are not many people who have the opportunity to experience the perspective of a true immortal."

If Zhao Sheng realized something, he instantly recalled the earth-level talent [Fairy Vision Disability] he had in previous lives.

"Young boy, your understanding is not bad! It's exactly what you think. In a sense, the Immortal Immortal is actually a great saint on another level, and any level of transcending tribulation is far from comparable to it.

In the eyes of a true immortal, time truly has the possibility of infinite extension. A moment in the eyes of a mortal may last a day, a month, or even longer in the eyes of a true immortal.

Of course, sometimes a year in the eyes of mortals may be just a short moment in the eyes of a true immortal. "

"The level of demonic thoughts we are in now seems empty, but in fact it is all within the realm of true immortals and demonic thoughts. Therefore, time is greatly distorted, and the flow rate of time changes in countless ways."

"It's unimaginable!" Zhao Sheng's face was filled with shock and an expression of disbelief.

Of course, there is a certain element of performance in this.

After all, he had even met two Daluo Jinxian, and the little True Immortal was not enough to make him lose his composure.

"Hey, now you know how powerful the True Immortal is! In fact, you are just peeking into the sky from the well. How can the power of the True Immortal be described in words?

If I were to tell you, all the Six Desire Demons you saw before were actually transformed from the scattered thoughts of a true immortal. Even the Endless Tunnel may be part of a true fairy weapon. Do you think these things are true? "

"Junior doesn't think senior will tell nonsense, it must be true."

"Hey, you kid is so cunning!"

As soon as Master Haoyang finished speaking, he suddenly shouted in surprise: "Lucky me! I'm really lucky! I encountered a true immortal demon so quickly."

"Shi Gong, look!"

"coming!"

At this moment, the other five great masters also discovered the abnormality ahead.

In the boundless white world, a group of pitch-black darkness emerged out of thin air.

There was only a little darkness at first, but it expanded rapidly in the blink of an eye, and the darkness spread in all directions at an incredible speed.

At the same time, an indescribably huge shadow emerged from the depths of darkness.

The shadow is darker than darkness and seems to be changing all the time. Countless strange phantoms are struggling crazily in it, trying to turn reality into reality and come to the world.

"Shi Gong, before the evil thoughts have fully come to the world, rush in quickly!"

In fact, no one needed to remind him that the Wanbao Ship had turned into a stream of light under Shi Gong's control and rushed straight into the abyss of demonic thoughts.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's mind was filled with doubts and confusion, and he couldn't figure out why the six great masters deliberately "seeked their own death."

However, before he could ask Great Master Haoyang, everything around him suddenly became blurry and disappeared. He was left alone.

Boom!

While Zhao Sheng was stunned, a huge white jade bead fell from the darkness. It appeared so suddenly that it caught people off guard.

The next moment, the huge jade bead suddenly gave birth to an irresistible attraction.

Zhao Sheng was involuntarily sucked into the jade bead and has been missing since then.

"Um?"

When he woke up again, he suddenly found that he was back in Qianlong Pavilion. The surrounding furniture, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and even the decorative flowers and plants were all so familiar, as if they were the same as in his memory.

However, the more Zhao Sheng looked at the furnishings in the hall, the more he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Puff puff...

Suddenly there was a popping sound on the ground, and a series of mud bubbles emerged, followed by a large amount of yellow mud, which soon flowed into a large area.

Gu Gu Gu Gu!

A mud monster struggled to get out of the mud, but the moment Zhao Sheng looked over, the ground suddenly returned to normal. It seemed to be just an illusion.

Zhao Sheng had no expression on his face and strode over. The ground obviously didn't change. So what happened to what he just saw?

"whee!"

He turned around suddenly and saw a dark shadow tentacle suddenly retracting into the shadow of the mural. When he saw that the shadow was empty, it seemed like an illusion.

Snapped!

Suddenly there was a soft sound outside the window, as if someone was tapping on the window.

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

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Zhao Sheng smiled coldly with disdain on his face, feeling that everything was completely different from what he expected.

That's it?

That's it?

The majestic and true immortal demonic mind actually plays these unsavory tricks?

Um? !

Zhao Sheng raised his head again and suddenly found that the door to the back hall had opened at some point. The three-legged tripod on the Bogu shelf next to it seemed different from before. It seemed that its position had moved slightly, and the lid of the tripod seemed to have a gap.

A pair of strange eyes seemed to be peering at him secretly through the gap.

".Let me in?" Zhao Sheng muttered to himself and walked towards the back hall.

Click, click...

Although he was stepping on the stone tile floor, there were crackling sounds from the ground, as if it could not bear the weight of a person and might collapse at any time.

As we walked along, we left deep footprints on the ground, and khaki mud quickly poured out of the footprints, filling them all up.

Hiss...

Something seemed to slide across his back, it felt smooth and cold, like a thick tentacle.

"Huh." Zhao Sheng didn't mean to look back at all, and stepped past the door and into the back hall.

The back hall seemed unusually empty, and the furniture inside had changed drastically. It was completely different from what I remembered.

The ground was covered with a huge dark thornskin carpet, and the ground outside the carpet was paved with countless crystal bones.

In the center of the lobby to the north, a purple-black bed occupies most of the space. There is a faint smoke surrounding the bed, and the air is filled with an indistinguishable smell.

At this time, what was on the bed was a big mixed-haired dog with a bulging belly.

The big dog was lying on the bed, holding a bone in its mouth, its eyelids drooping, looking like it was full of food and drink, and was drowsy.

The arrival of Zhao Sheng awakened the mutt.

"Wake up my little one. You are lucky! It has been a long time since I have seen anyone I am satisfied with."

The big dog spat out the bones and raised its head sharply. The sound was surprisingly clear and sweet.

However, Zhao Sheng stared intently at the thorny leather carpet on the ground, with a bit of shock on his face.

After a while, he finally realized what he was doing and said in a deep voice: "Senior, who are you?"

This thornskin carpet turned out to be a bandage wrapping Mo Xian's true body, and he was confident that he would never mistake it.

"Who is this palace? Who is this palace? Who is it? Who is it? Ho ho ho ho..."

I saw that the belly of this big dog was getting bigger and bigger, as if it could not hold it any longer. With a "bang", the whole body exploded and scattered into colorful dog hair everywhere.

The dog hair seemed to have come to life, and crazily crawled into the thornskin carpet. Then the strange carpet seemed to come to life again, and a human shape gradually appeared.

"Mo Xian. Great Master?"

Zhao Sheng asked tentatively, but there was no response.

"Save me, save me..."

The thorny carpet roared wailing, struggling and twisting wildly while trying to stand up, but on the other side there were countless voices roaring at the same time: "Why is it you! It's me, it's me! You eat me, I eat you."

Following these crazy roars, skulls slowly appeared on the bone floor. Their mouths opened and closed as if they were shouting something.

One of the heads looked a bit familiar. After looking at it carefully for a few times, Zhao Sheng was shocked: "This... turns out to be... a jade skull!"

There was a snap,

At this time, a picture frame suddenly fell from the wall to the ground, with the side with the portraits facing up. The eyes of the characters in the painting were swaying, faintly showing fear and prayer.

Zhao Sheng's eyes fell on it, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another great master - Paper Boy.

Everything in front of me was so absurd and strange, bizarre yet seemingly natural.

but……

Zhao Sheng is not an ordinary golden elixir monk. He has experienced more magical and wonderful things than this, such as wandering in the world of the Great Sacred Thought in Forgotten Heaven.

Compared to the Great Saint Mind World, this absurd and bizarre scene seems particularly unreal and inconsistent...

At this moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly knew where he was now. This place was clearly a crude and crude "mind world" full of flaws.

No, this place is very unstable and can collapse at any time. It is not a world of thoughts at all. At best, it is an illusion transformed by the thoughts of real immortals and demons.

"Can just one demonic thought easily suppress many people in the Tribulation Realm? The power of a true immortal is truly terrifying!"

Zhao Sheng bent down and reached out to touch the thornskin carpet, which was full of texture.

Lord Mo Xian's anger and fear became even more obvious. He struggled and wailed with all his strength, but he couldn't break free at all.

On the bone floor, countless skulls stared at Zhao Sheng with empty eye sockets, full of depression.

Da da da……

Hundreds of streams of light intertwined and converged on the bed, reappearing as a large mixed-haired dog.

"Fairy? Demon? Stop pretending to be a god. Tell me your purpose."

At this point, Zhao Sheng no longer expected to leave this hellish place alive, so his attitude became tougher than ever.

I have even seen Daluo Jinxian, how can I take the remnants of a mere real immortal in my eyes?

Zhao Sheng looked at the big mixed-haired dog expressionlessly.

"Crack, rattling"

After chewing a few times, the big dog suddenly spat out a few broken bones. A bloody tongue stuck out and licked its lips.

"This place has its own rules. Although I can temporarily suppress it, I cannot always control myself."

"Then are they alive or dead now?" Zhao Sheng pointed to the stall at his feet and the ghost paintings on the ground.

"Is this important?" The big dog grinned, and the hair on his body suddenly turned into countless fleshy touches.

"You are right, the life and death of other people is not important at all, but knowing whether they are dead or alive is very important to me." Zhao Shengyi said pointedly.

"Haha, little guy, you are very special! You are the only creature who has not been distorted by the rules after entering here. I would like to know what makes you so special."

"you guess?"

Puff puff...

The big dog's mouth opened wider and wider, like a dark and deep bottomless pit, and it seemed to be laughing.

A large number of strange shadows were whispering in the darkness, and shrill howls gradually echoed in the room, sounding very much like Feng Fengzi's voice.