[Realm of No Life].
In the gray-white space, within the broad courtyard, the winding vines that resembled twisting shadows had already been mostly wiped out by the gale.
Dust and ash billowed and scattered like black mist.
Pei Ling lay on the ground, his black hair spilling around him.
Perhaps because he had spent the entire night cultivating without pause, his aura was exceptionally strong at that moment.
His mind and soul in particular had grown noticeably stronger, almost tangible.
However, the divide between immortal and mortal was like the distance between clouds and mud.
No matter how he cultivated now, his cultivation could only draw infinitely close to "immortal"—he could never truly become an "immortal"!
Even with Zhong Kui Lie's Official Appointment, he would only be a temporary "immortal," not a true one!
At that moment, all four incarnations of "Mogui" wore embroidered skirts and high, slightly tousled buns. With cold smiles at their lips, they pinned down Pei Ling's limbs.
Her three thousand strands of hair, white as snow, drifted down. Mogui's Main Body gazed at him with a chilling look as she tortured him, racing against time.
As Pei Ling endured the blissful sensation of the Wraith Tribe's torture, he roared furiously, "A true man may be killed, but never humiliated!"
"If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
"What kind of ability is it to gang up on me five-to-one?"
"Damn it!"
"I really... really can't take this!"
"I've never... never suffered this much in my entire life..."
Seeing that the Human Race cultivator was about to break under the torture, Mogui's Main Body and her four incarnations all curled their lips into cold, wicked smiles.
"Ha ha ha ha... This is only the beginning!"
"There are... many, many more sisters waiting in line."
"Don't worry.