"Ding-dong! The Intelligent Cultivation System is at your service! One-Click Cultivation, Intelligent Upgrade! Beginning cultivation automation now. Friendly Reminder: During cultivation, the host will lose control of their body. Please do not panic..."
"Ding-dong! The system has detected that the host is currently engaged in Dao Contention..."
"Ding-dong! The system will prioritize your Dao Contention..."
The moment the System Prompt sounded, Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body. He stood perfectly still, making no move to act.
As he watched the other him seated on the ground reach farther back, his five fingers just about to touch the Nine Souls Blade, an intensely powerful premonition rose in Pei Ling's heart.
The moment the other him took hold of the Nine Souls Blade, he would lose this Dao Contention!
His opponent would immediately seize all the remaining fates!
But just then, the other him seated on the ground seemed to notice something. His movements abruptly halted.
The waterfall roared, spraying mist into the air. The rush of water washing over piles of white bones mingled with the clatter of skeletons colliding in the undercurrent, coming in fits and starts amid the sound of the water.
Moss covered the cavern ceiling. Insects lying in wait cautiously slipped in and out of the cracks, their sharp legs scraping across the rock like blades drawn over glass, shrill and grating.
Huge droplets gathered among the moss and, as time passed, fell one by one.
Scattered drops pattered down like lazy rain. In the dim cavern, a chill lingered in the air. Layer upon layer of restrictions operated as usual, countless Cloud Seal Scripts flickering in and out.
The formation runes breathed in and out. The atmosphere was tense. One Pei Ling sat while the other stood; their expressions, mannerisms, faces, and clothes were