Before long, under the system's control, Pei Ling mastered the [Heavenly Ghost Evasion Technique].
But the system's cultivation was one thing; he showed no sign of waking from the nightmare.
"Ding-dong! [Heavenly Ghost Evasion Technique] cultivation complete. The system will continue cultivating [Spirit Ghost Evasion Technique] for you..."
"Ding-dong! Detecting that cultivating [Spirit Ghost Evasion Technique] requires..."
"Ding-dong! The system will give you... for free..."
In the drizzle, Pei Ling remained expressionless. Under Princess Zhuangshu's gaze, he continued cultivating...
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Eternal Night Desert.
Darkness hung thick as a solid, annihilating everything.
In its depths,
nine stone pillars towered into the sky.
Thunder roared down ceaselessly from the heavens, shaking the pillars and chains. At last, the mighty power of the Heavenly Tribulation crashed down, pouring into the blood-red coffin floating in midair.
The coffin trembled without pause. Its crimson hue seemed even more vivid than before.
Tens of thousands of foreign races surrounded it, all standing with vacant expressions and raised heads. Their numbers surged like a tide, and every streak of purple lightning revealed a sea of densely packed heads.
They gazed silently up at the coffin in the air.
At the very front of the foreign races stood six humans and a shapeshifted Demon Fox.
Ning Wuye's eyes were closed. A distinct brand appeared on his handsome, resolute face, and the stench of scorched flesh immediately filled the air around him.
Then one wound after another appeared on his body...
Burns, lash marks, cuts, blows from a hammer, needle pricks, axe wounds... Soon, Ning Wuye was covered in injuries, blood streaming from him. His eyes remained shut, while pain slowly crept across his face, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.
A streak of purple lightning flashed, illuminating his face. Beneath his tightly shut eyelids, his eyes