At this moment, the entire Immortal Realm was in turmoil.
Chongshan Town.
Chongshan Fang carefully hid inside the Golden Core shop, using its protective formation to resist the turmoil outside.
Through a small window, she watched the street outside.
"Help!"
"This is insane—completely insane! Li Lao San, it's me! It's me! What's wrong with you?"
"They've been controlled! They've been parasitized!"
All across the street, countless cultivators had been infiltrated and possessed by impostors.
Chongshan Fang had lived on this land since childhood. She knew the shopkeeper next door who was screaming, as well as the guests who had fled the restaurant.
In front of the Golden Core Seven Dragon Balls lottery pool, a crowd of cultivators had just been redeeming their prizes. The next second, they were attacked.
The impostors had long been plotting this. They began forming groups and going out in teams, sweeping across the entire street, dragging out cultivators who had not yet been infected and forcibly possessing them.
Lurk!
Infiltrate!
Parasitize!
"Join us."
"Yes, join us."
The impostors no longer even bothered managing their expressions. Their faces were wooden and vacant as they grabbed cultivators one after another to pasture their Three-Flower young.
"When flowers bloom, I see myself. Knowing Myself is Me."
"Now that you've planted this flower, you'll know I am me."
Amid one shout after another, countless cultivators wore despairing expressions. What kind of bizarre civilization was this? Planting Three Flowers, Knowing Myself is Me.
Could this Three-Flower version of me be a fake me?
Watching the chaos outside, Chongshan Fang nervously covered her mouth and nose, feeling somewhat flustered.
In the more than fifteen million years of the Immortal Realm's history, there had only been a few instances of such tremendous turmoil.
She had never dreamed that she would witness a