Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

"Hehe, how does the taste of despair feel?" Huan Niang playfully circled around Zhao Sheng twice, her perfect face utterly filled with malice.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly lowered his head, and when he lifted it again, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, and his expression became calm and fearless.

Seeing this, Huan Niang did not get angry but instead laughed. Over the past two thousand years, she had seen countless brave and unyielding Human Cultivators, but in the end, every one of them collapsed mentally in tears of agony, eventually becoming puppets in her hands.
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"Little fellow, you seem to have something to rely on, which is why you are fearless. I am very curious as to what your reliance is. What just happened was only an appetizer; you have plenty of time to savor the terror of the Illusion Technique in the future."

Zhao Sheng remained silent.

However, during this brief moment, he faintly realized that this Great Demon King might not be as overwhelmingly powerful as she appeared on the surface.

Lady Qian Huan seemed to exude wisps of death that refused to disperse, and her movements were slightly stiff, as if this demon body was not her True Body.

Of course, this body incoordination was only observed under the Immortal Spirit Realm, and was imperceptible to ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

Huan Niang probably also did not expect that the small fellow in front of her was an old monster who had not died through countless generations, nor did she anticipate that there existed a Miracle Technique called "Star God Thousand Heart Technique."

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's consciousness had quietly split into one big and two small, a total of three parts. The larger consciousness occupied more than ninety percent of the spiritual power, while the two smaller ones curled up in the deepest part of the Divine Soul.

One remained awake, while the other fell into a complete slumber, only to reawaken after a month.

The three consciousnesses operated independently and concurrently without conflicting, though they varied in strength, they were fundamentally identical.

Seeing that Zhao Sheng remained unmoved, a sharp look flashed in Huan Niang's eyes, and she pointed out. Suddenly, hazy and dreamlike colorful butterflies flew out from her fingertip.

These butterflies, trailing splendid light, danced around Zhao Sheng gracefully.

After a few twirls, they turned into strands of radiance and melded into Zhao Sheng's Purple Mansion.

In an instant, countless shards of past memories emerged in Zhao Sheng's consciousness, and his Divine Soul was enveloped by the colorful light. In a moment, he seemed to fall into an endless illusionary dream.

After doing all this, Huan Niang's complexion suddenly deteriorated a lot, her lustrous hair suddenly fell off and turned into light, dissolving away, while her body could not suppress the exuding of a strong aura of death.

"How resilient is this little fellow's spirit, to waste so much of my Divine Thought and Mana. My butterfly form could have lasted for another 60 years, but now it's only got forty left. It seems I need to quickly cultivate a new Sixth Rank Huan Die."

After murmuring to herself, Huan Niang flew to Huang Sha Taoist's side and began to apply the same method.

Illusion Technique is about making the false seem real, fundamentally a form of deception. Lesser Illusion Techniques mainly deceive the five senses, while intermediate levels can even deceive the enemy's intuition and consciousness.

The ancients often said that illusions arise from the heart! That is indeed the level of mid-tier Illusion Techniques.

More profound Illusion Techniques, like those cast by Huan Niang, can "permanently deceive" an opponent's consciousness and memory,

and the highest level of Illusion Technique, or the Illusion Dao, can even "deceive" the Heavenly Dao and truthfully "reproduce" the Three Thousand Great Dao.

If someone could advance the Illusion Dao to such a height, then all the Immortals and Buddhas in the heavens would become mere playthings in the Divine's palm.

Time passed, it seemed like only a moment of distraction, and Zhao Sheng suddenly became alert again.

At this time, the concerned voice of Huang Sha Taoist reached his ears, "Taoist Zhao, Taoist Zhao! What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Sheng, as if awakening from a dream, subconsciously circulated his Mysterious Skill, and spirit light suddenly rose from his feet, supporting his descending body. At the same time, he turned his head to look at Huang Sha Taoist and smiled, "Nothing much. I just lost focus for a moment, let's hurry on our way."

"That's good! We're about to leave the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, so as long as there are no accidents, we'll be fine."

Huang Sha Taoist was relieved, nodded, and with a wave of his sleeve, Yellow Light enveloped his body, and he shot forth instantly.

Zhao Sheng pursed his lips, let out a self-deprecating laugh, and also departed in a tunneling light.

However, at this time, he was completely unaware that another "self" existed within the depths of his Divine Soul.

Deep within the Purple Mansion Soul Sea, a fist-sized dim Light Ball was slowly floating upwards.

The "Zhao Sheng" within the Light Ball was extremely terrified, even feeling chills down his spine.

The Zhao Sheng outside had no slightest notion that his own consciousness had been tampered with by Huan Niang.

Some of his perceptions had already been warped, and seeds of hate were sown, just waiting to take root, grow robustly, and eventually bear fruit of unspeakable calamity.

Even his memories had been mixed up with all sorts of nonsensical things, enemies that never existed, events, and even emotions were "naturally" implanted.

Everything seemed so harmonious and natural; "Zhao Sheng" had no clue about it.

Five days later, Zhao Sheng and Huang Sha Taoist returned to Xinglong City.

After staying in the city for two days and redefining various cooperative deals with the Zhao Family, Huang Sha Taoist finally left contentedly.

Upon returning home, Zhao Sheng was very normal, showing no signs of abnormality.

However, some subtle changes were quietly taking place in him.

Dong Miaozhen was the first to notice Zhao Sheng's minute transformations.

Her husband was gradually becoming indifferent, more silent than before, and would occasionally reveal a strange, fierce light.