Xiao Yun hunched over the computer, unleashing the superhuman typing speed he had honed through twenty years of bachelorhood. Before long, he had finished a hundred chapters.
Damn it, was writing an online novel really that hard? He had even taken a trip through a real fantasy world. He did not need to make anything up—he could just write down the truth. A hundred chapters, easy.
"This is awesome. Now we've got plenty to read."
Zhang Tie cheered from the side. But when he turned to speak to Xiao Yun, he saw a spray of blood splatter across his face.
Xiao Yun had slit his own throat with a knife.
"Ah—" Zhang Tie froze for a moment, then screamed at the top of his lungs.
At least wait until you finish the novel before you die!
The cosmic starry sky finally snapped open its eyes.
Its gaze was dazed at first, then bewildered, before finally becoming bright and sharp as a blade, too piercing for anyone to meet directly.
"What kind of fucking heavenly tribulation was that? It forced me to kill myself a hundred thousand times!" Xiao Yun looked up at the Imperial Tribulation still striking him from the sky and grumbled inwardly.
A hundred thousand times. He had killed himself a full hundred thousand times before passing this Mind-Questioning Tribulation.
Still, it had allowed Xiao Yun to understand just how terrifying the Mind-Questioning Tribulation was. Even someone like him, with an invincible Dao heart, had faced such a dreadful trial. One could only imagine how much harder it would be for others.
It might have seemed easy for Xiao Yun to commit suicide, but doing it a hundred thousand times was not easy at all.
Especially when the Great Dao stripped away your power, created a realistic illusion,