Next, Pei Ling came to the dim, deathly still corridor. Using the [Sun Erosion Secret Record], he deceived the laws and entered a Jiuyi Mountain cultivator's room, then cast the [Nether Heaven Great Dream]...
Again and again, the cycle repeated.
After an unknown number of Illusion Realms and returns to the same hall, Pei Ling finally found himself seated at the table once more. He glanced around and realized that only he, Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan, and Huan Yunzhen remained in the hall.
He had dealt with every cultivator from the Nine Great Sects who had once nearly filled the place!
At this point, having absorbed too many fates, Pei Ling's thoughts were in turmoil. And, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, after devouring the fates of so many Dao Integration Cultivators, he didn't feel that his cultivation had improved by much.
"Clack."
The black-robed figure brought over the Soul Wine. Pei Ling immediately reached out, picked up a bowl, and drained it in one gulp.
A fierce chill, sharp as a blade, swept through him, followed by waves of warmth spreading through his limbs and bones.
Pei Ling felt his condition improve considerably.
He set down the bowl and briefly told Su Xirou and the others, "Go back to your rooms and rest."
With that, Pei Ling rose and headed toward the back of the hall.
Su Xirou and the others had finished their Soul Wine as well. Seeing him go, they immediately followed.
After they had walked a few steps, Su Xirou suddenly sent a voice transmission. "Something feels strange."
"We only just entered the Post Station, but it feels as if we've been here for a long time."
Before Pei Ling could respond, Meng Hongxuan also sent a voice transmission. "I feel something