In a daze, Pei Ling suddenly felt that the one seated upon the throne, high atop the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of the dais—the Lord of the Netherworld—was himself, and he...
The absurd thought had barely arisen when Pei Ling jolted back to his senses. Dao Contention!
He didn't hesitate at all. He immediately recited inwardly, "System, I want to cultivate. One-Click Automated Cultivation [Sun Erosion Secret Record]!"
"Ding-dong! The Intelligent Cultivation System is at your service! One-Click Automated Cultivation, Intelligent Upgrade! Beginning automated cultivation now. Friendly reminder: during cultivation, the host will lose control of his body. Please don't panic..."
"Ding-dong! Host detected engaging in Dao Contention..."
"Ding-dong! The system will prioritize Dao Contention for you..."
The System Prompt rang out, and Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body.
In the next instant, countless blood-red threads invisible to the naked eye burst out behind him with a roar, like a cloud of blood exploding in midair. In the blink of an eye, the threads stretched farther and farther, whistling as they plunged into the void and disappeared.
Then, from the void behind the Lord of the Netherworld atop the dais, thousands upon thousands of threads reached out and connected to his body...
But in the next instant...
Before they could even approach the Lord of the Netherworld, every blood-red thread withered, crumbled, and vanished. In the blink of an eye, they dimmed to ash and were utterly extinguished!
Dust and motes drifted through the great hall as the blood-red threads disappeared inch by inch.
"Ding-dong! External attack detected. This cultivation session has ended. Thank you for using the Intelligent Cultivation System. One-Click Automated Cultivation, worry-free ascension! We look forward to hearing your cultivation feedback. If you're satisfied, please leave a five-star review..."
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