Xu Lang stared at the two options before him and fell into thought.
The Supreme Forgetfulness Dao was powerful enough to send him soaring to new heights.
There was even a chance to exploit a bug. If forgetting his emotions left him feeling awful, lying on the Nightmare Bed might cleanse the effect.
Then he could get 10,000 attribute points for free.
But if he genuinely embraced that emotional detachment, he would be in serious trouble!
He was perfectly happy being a thoroughly wicked devil. He had no desire to become a supreme immortal free of all wants!
By comparison, the Mystic Lord True Scripture was much safer.
Because he could exploit a bug in the Mystic Lord True Scripture too!
It could injure him or make him lose his way. Those were negative effects, so the Nightmare Bed could easily cancel them out.
Xu Lang had grown so used to exploiting bugs that he barely knew how to play the game normally anymore.
As the saying went, when you played a game within someone else's framework, you didn't follow the rules. That was a guaranteed way to lose.
"Couldn't have done it without you, Mysterious Lord!"
Xu Lang made his choice. Knowledge of staggering depth flooded his mind, making him feel as though he had entered an immortal realm.
He slipped straight into enlightenment.
The Sea of Knowledge has a warrior wielding Myriad Blades, a man-eating behemoth, a shadow demon that captures and kills logic... What the hell are these things?
Xu Lang opened his eyes and drew a sharp breath.
The moment he approached the knowledge of the "Martial God," a warrior wielding Myriad Blades appeared and hacked his mind to pieces.
Now that he was awake, the Nightmare Bed glowed a little brighter.
The women had