Myriad Selves Tribulation

In an unknown land, a bizarre, kaleidoscopic world rose once more, dreamlike and illusory.

At a certain moment, a dragon-whale entered a dream. A figure wreathed in traces of sacred aura fell from the heavens and landed in this world.

"Am I dead?"

Having passed through the barrier, Daoist Yuangang's consciousness briefly cleared.

"Dreamlike and illusory, seemingly real yet not real, seemingly false yet not false... That Primordial Unity One-Qi Dao-Forging Pill..."

"So that was it. So that was it. No wonder my breakthrough failed."

Understanding what had come before, Daoist Yuangang finally understood why he had fallen at the final step after coming into contact with this peculiar world. The Primordial Unity One-Qi Dao-Forging Pill meant to aid his breakthrough had, from beginning to end, been created by someone using the divine ability Myriad Forms Imitation.

It was only because the one who acted possessed an extraordinarily high cultivation and profound mastery of that divine ability that he had failed to notice anything amiss.

Yet he did not understand why the sect had done this. Had the genuine Primordial Unity One-Qi Dao-Forging Pill long since ceased to exist, forcing them to resort to such a method, or was there some other scheme at work? From beginning to end, he had stood with the sect and had never strayed from its side.

Just as even more doubts welled up within Daoist Yuangang, the dreamlike colors ahead faded away, and a mottled wooden bridge appeared before him. "This is..."

Following the wooden bridge and looking into the depths of this dream world, Daoist Yuangang saw a mountain. Figures covered it—many were mortals, followed by Qi Refinement cultivators, Dao Foundation cultivators, and Purple Mansion cultivators. Their faces were ever-changing and their auras varied, yet an indescribable, unspoken connection bound them together.

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