The Entire World Was False

Qin Ming stiffened. Had he been discovered? He murmured, "Old Cloth, someone's seen through you."

Naturally, he said this through a secret voice transmission.

Just what level of being was Yin Jiuxu? His keen perception was far too terrifying.

After a long silence, the Exotic Gold Cloth finally replied in a faint, hollow voice, "Have you considered that your own consciousness might have fallen into some mysterious scene?"

At once, Qin Ming felt a chill on his scalp, and cold spread down his entire spine.

He had already been uneasy. How could those words not set his mind racing?

This place was simply too strange, making truth and falsehood impossible to distinguish. Many familiar faces seemed to have returned to reality and successfully begun their journeys home, yet Qin Ming's incarnation remained trapped within that terrifying "vicious circle," unable to escape.

Had his true body now fallen victim as well?

He lowered his head toward the table, where the Black White Scripture lay quietly. Qin Ming opened its pitch-black cover. Dense lines of scripture covered the snowy-white pages.

Nothing stirred in the tavern. Beyond the glass windows, the city's lights glowed softly. Everything was peaceful.

Yet amid that tranquility, Qin Ming felt a creeping horror.

After a while, he set down the Black White Scripture and looked outside. The nighttime streets bustled with life, children chasing one another at play while adults hurried past.

Qin Ming, however, felt detached, as though he could not become part of that scene.

His true body stayed hidden as he released his External Demon.

"Owner, a few jars of Demon Monkey Wine."

"Coming right up." The old monkey personally came over to serve him.

He grinned and explained the wine's wondrous properties. "Legend has it that even the Dao Venerable might have drunk this