The Terrifying Path of Immortal Cultivation

Fang Yaoguang opened his eyes and suddenly realized that everything he had just experienced seemed to be nothing but a dream.

He stood up abruptly and quickly made his way to the table.

There was nothing there, absolutely nothing.

"So it was a dream within a dream? I thought it was real."

"If only it were real."

With infinite regret, Fang Yaoguang slumped into a chair.

But there was an inexplicable force influencing him in his heart.

"The Dream Inception Technique" is not just about entering someone else's dream; its greatest function is to implant a subconsciousness.

At this moment, Fang Yaoguang's subconsciousness was propelling him.

After dressing and having breakfast, Fang Yaoguang, as if driven by a ghost, arrived at Jixia Academy.

The sky was already bright, the time for a day of school.

Inexplicably, there was a voice in his heart, leading him to the pavilion behind Jixia Academy.

As he watched the pavilion's ever-changing colors, a wondrous Essence Qi diffused from his body.

Immediately after, a faint ripple enveloped him.

In the next instant, he sank underground, and through the effect of the technique, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.

There really was a fleshy, blood-colored mass underground, emitting no ripples, only extending blood-colored tentacles deep into the ground.

Feeling a chill all over, Fang Yaoguang instantly emerged from underground, his expression changing constantly.

"Could it be real? Did I dream of the future?"

He let out a deep sigh, his eyes filled with contemplation.

Immediately after, he found the head teacher and asked for leave, then left Jixia Academy.

He vividly remembered the information in the record, including the false identity of the Demon Dao members.

He quietly made his way to the north of the city and found a shadowy corner near the city gate.

At this point, he subtly employed the techniques of a novelist.

A wondrous Essence Qi fell on a stone in front of him, causing it to undergo a strange transformation.

The stone turned into a small clay figurine, about the size of a little finger.

His spirit attached to the small clay figurine and quietly approached the city gate along the shadow of the city wall.

Observing the guard at the city gate, a military disciple named Zhang Yifeng.

He was a True Law Realm cultivator, exuding a martial aura.

Ordinary people would feel a sense of awe in his presence, but apart from that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about him.

In the blink of an eye, after monitoring Zhang Yifeng for half a day, Fang Yaoguang, through the small clay figurine, captured some information.

He found that Zhang Yifeng was not attentive to guarding the city gate, merely going through the motions, with nothing else particularly noteworthy about him.

Puzzled, he left and headed to Taihe.

One of the Eight Beauties of Taihe Painting Studio, Qin Dajia, seemed to be a member of the Hundred Desires Demon Sect.

By now, his small clay figurine had quietly boarded the boat.

Hiding in a shadow, he quietly entered Qin Dajia's boudoir.

The moment the small clay figurine entered the boudoir, Fang Yaoguang sensed that something was amiss.

The boudoir was filled with restrictions, and if he forced his way in, he would immediately alert the other party.

He controlled the small clay figurine and hid in the shadow of the boudoir door, like a spider quietly waiting for its prey, waiting for Qin Dajia to return.

Time passed quickly, and in the dead of night, two figures approached the door.

One of them, swaying in her movements, was Qin Dajia, dressed in a plain white dress.

Her face was lightly made up, as beautiful as the moon among the stars, unforgettable.

It was also the first time Fang Yaoguang had seen such a beautiful person, and his heart raced.

Accompanying her was a maid in a light green dress.

The two entered the room, and Qin Dajia waved her hand, enveloping the entire room in a pink mist in an instant.

This mist obscured everything inside, making it impossible to see or hear anything.

Frowning at the mist, Fang Yaoguang thought, "This is a Demon Dao technique."

Although he was only spiritually attached to the small clay figurine, he immediately sensed the terrifying Demon Dao technique contained within the pink mist.

"Many of the boats on the Taihe River have problems."

"I'll explore a few more."

With this in mind, he released his own spell, and the small clay figurine on Qin Dajia's boat instantly turned back into mud.

He created a new small clay figurine and set off to search for the other individuals mentioned in the record.

This spell was the only one he possessed from a novel that many people recognized.

The spell was called "Underground Adventures," and it recounted how a scholar, by chance, entered the underground kingdom of clay figurines in a dream.

There, just like in the outside world, he was honored for his knowledge and experienced a fantastic underground journey.

During this process, he learned the clay figurines' spells, including earth manipulation and clay figurine transformation.

There were also some offensive spells, totaling more than eight.

At the level of Body Strengthening, he had quite a few spells, which was the advantage of being a novelist.

In the first half of the night, he investigated about 20 boats, and at least three individuals with traces of the Demon Dao were discovered by him.

"There are at least three Demon Dao members on the boats, so the others may not be fake either; it's just that my methods can't detect them."

"I'll go back to the city."

Half an hour later, he arrived at a wealthy merchant's mansion.

The mansion belonged to a man named Li Yuanwai, who came from a family of strategists.

However, this person had never been able to break through the Human Tribulation realm in his lifetime. In the plan within the dream, he was a person who had cultivated blood longevity.

In the cellar of his house, there were desiccated child corpses that had been abducted.

At this point, Fang Yaoguang intended to investigate whether this was true.

He threw a small clay figurine into the mansion.

The small clay figurine quietly walked around, beginning to search for the location of the cellar in this not-so-large mansion.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the small clay figurine finally found the cellar.

A faint ripple emanated from the small clay figurine as it silently and soundlessly slipped underground.

A horrifying scene appeared in Fang Yaoguang's mind, almost making him retch.

At least ten bodies were piled below. All of them were desiccated child corpses.

They were all curled up, piled up like garbage.

Fang Yaoguang took a deep breath, and at this moment, he finally confirmed that everything he had seen in the dream was real.

He was still a student, a cultivator at the Body Strengthening level. Although he had been practicing since childhood, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

He was still a young man with hot blood, and seeing this kind of scene, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Demon Dao beasts, you all deserve to die."

He turned and left, having made up his mind to report this matter to his master.

"For all the innocent people who have died, and for my future!"