Year six of Xianxi.
The third month.
Once more, grass sprouted and orioles flew, while flowers vied to bask in the warmth.
The starry sky remained vast, empty, and cold...
Pei Ling sat cross-legged in the void, musing to himself. March had arrived, and only eleven days remained until the eleventh of March in the human world of the Dream Realm.
Judging by the prayers directed at him in recent days, the talented and virtuous were doing everything they could to reach the designated location.
Meanwhile, in the mountains east of Ludong Prefecture, worshippers had been gathering in droves.
Once the time came, he could use [Grievance Nightmare divine abilities] to drain every mortal who prayed to him dry...
If he could raise his Immortal Rank, that would be best, of course. If not... at least he could strengthen himself.
Just then, the prayers reaching Pei Ling's ears grew more numerous, like silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, an endless tide surging all around him.
The talented and virtuous who had already reached the location were holding a collective sacrifice, praying for him to descend soon and destroy the world.
Yes, these people thought that since they had arrived first, why should they wait for those who would come later? In the imperial court's eyes, everyone who worshiped the "Nightmare" Immortal was in the same lot.
But they didn't see it that way.
They had already arrived at the place designated by the "Nightmare" Immortal. If they could pray for his descent right then, enter the Immortal Kingdom, and ascend on the spot, while the worshippers who had failed to arrive early watched this great opportunity, this grand fortune slip through their fingers and regretted it so bitterly they beat their chests and stamped their feet...
Wouldn't that be very amusing?
Thus,