The True Demon running through the abyss finally stopped.
Fan Wubing looked around... it was no longer a dead empty blackness; a giant curtain of light slowly swayed in front of him. Colors dazzling and vibrant flowed from behind the curtain, converging together like tens of thousands of twisting rainbows.
What is that?
The True Demon stood still, lifting its head to gaze at the light curtain and the colorful "rainbows" behind it.
Fan Wubing suddenly realized that he could actually sense the... emotions? Or perhaps, thoughts of this True Demon?
He couldn’t quite understand it.
In his senses, the True Demon was filled with longing for the light curtain, along with so kind of unwavering will.
What puzzled Fan Wubing was that this will was astonishingly pure, without a trace of distraction. As if, for this True Demon, everything beyond the light curtain was the aning of existence.
He couldn’t quite understand why, yet he inexplicably resonated with it.
The True Demon started moving, like a beam of light winding through the darkness, with dense bloody runes accompanying it as it advanced towards the light curtain.
"Beco immortal today, ascend imdiately..."
Even this call had beco heavy.
As they approached the light curtain, a set of stairs appeared from above, stretching downwards.
The True Demon stepped step by step upwards.
Dong!
Dong!
The silence was terrifying, and Fan Wubing could hear his heart beating.
Finally, the True Demon brought him to the highest step, standing at the end of the light curtain. In front lay the twisting "rainbows."
Suddenly, the bloody runes on the True Demon and the immortal traces left by Ancient Immortals’ ascension spun around. Those "rainbows" seed to be summoned, rushing towards and into its body, arriving before Fan Wubing.
Fan Wubing extended his soul to gently touch one of the "rainbows."
Suddenly, his vision went dark, his senses rapidly receded and then quickly recovered, but at that mont, he was no longer himself, transford into soone else, with a different scene before his eyes.
This imdiately reminded him of when "Tongue Desire" devoured a person’s soul, digesting it into "a lifeti of that person."
He realized that perhaps he was experiencing soone’s lifeti.
This was a Sword Cultivator nad Zhao Yushu.
Zhao Yushu’s childhood could be considered happy, with a harmonious family, loving parents, and decent cultivation talent.
At the age of ten, because he glanced at a deranged Demon Cultivator on the road, trouble found him. His parents sacrificed their lives to hold back the Demon Cultivator, giving him a chance to escape. From then on, he pledged to cultivate diligently, to avenge his parents. To acquire imnse power to protect those around him.
He toiled arduously in cultivation, Foundation Establishnt, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, taking steps forward along the Immortal Path.
Fan Wubing completely imrsed himself in Zhao Yushu’s life until he was gradually awakened after being slain in a treasure contest battle.
The aftershock was quite strong.
Fan Wubing moped for quite a while before collecting himself. He almost believed he truly was Zhao Yushu, carrying a wish, cultivating, battling others, charging through life and death.
Imdiately after, a second "rainbow" entered his body.
He transford into a female Alchemist nad "Xu Xiangyue", embarking on a path of cultivation with the aim to "stay youthful forever."
Third,
Fourth,
Fifth,
... Countless "rainbows" continuously surged into his body. His soul had to be divided into nurous parts to experience the visions within these "rainbows", no... he preferred to call them "obsessions".
Among the obsessions of these "rainbows", there were those at Qi Refining Realm, Mahayana Realm, and Tribulation Immortals who transcended heavenly tribulations.
There were Sword Cultivators, Martial Cultivators, Pill Masters, scholars... none of the paths to immortality were left behind.
Fan Wubing had no idea how many "rainbows" he had experienced.
A hundred thousand?
A million?
Ten million?
A hundred million?
A billion!
Each of these billion individuals aspired to beco immortals, but none of them succeeded.
His soul was fragnted into countless portions, within each was a life of so cultivator.
Their obsessions of wanting to beco immortals incessantly interweaved and spiraled within his soul.
More "obsessions" continued to flow into his soul.
"Beco immortal today, ascend imdiately!" Such voices kept echoing.
Fan Wubing finally realized what was happening.
This True Demon sought to use these obsessions to continually invade his soul, to thoroughly transform him into a "furnace of obsessions."
Though he didn’t know what becoming a "furnace of obsessions" entailed.
But Fan Wubing absolutely wouldn’t allow it to succeed.
"Heart Desire" continually replenished itself from the physical body.
Even ten billion obsessions would not suffice!
Under the protection of "Heart Desire", as long as his physical body remained intact, his soul could never be completely overrun.
Though that was said, Fan Wubing couldn’t allow this True Demon to recklessly invade his body with obsessions.
He proactively operated The Forge of the Heart, complenting it with Swallowing Stars and Chewing Moons.
Thinking coldly to himself: "To gain benefits from , you must first be prepared to be completely consud!"
As two grand cultivation techniques simultaneously operated, the "immortal obsessions" pouring into his soul, as if falling into a vortex, never returned.
[ 142 points]
[ 27,819 points]
[ 15.18 million points]
[ 719 million points]
The strength of the obsessions varied. There were those in the Qi Refining Realm, and even Tribulation Immortals. However, being just obsessions and not the true body, the added vitality was quite limited. A Fourth-Tier Tribulation Immortal who perished from heavenly tribulations actually only added over a hundred billion vitality points.
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