Rosy radiance enveloped Gao Ming, making him feel as though he stood among the clouds.
As he rose through one level after another, the absurd, eerie scenes within the spirit shrine unfolded before his eyes. He even spotted many familiar figures among them.
The higher he went, the greater the pressure the rosy radiance exerted on him. He could not maintain his dream-release state for long. The instant Nightmare and the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God returned to his chest, the mist surrounding him vanished. Brilliant, sacred rosy radiance slashed down like a heavenly blade, scraping his flesh and bones over and over.
Gao Ming clenched his fists, enduring pain like death by a thousand cuts.
The rosy radiance burrowed into his body, preventing his wounds from healing. It scraped away little by little, trying to remove the marks formed by the Defunct Pills.
"You preach morality and virtue, self-cultivation and discipline, but the moment your own interests are threatened, you're fiercer than any evil ghost!" Laughter escaped Gao Ming's bloodied lips. He was now certain of one thing: Fu Shu had been right. There could be no immortals in Dreamfold Town, only ghosts hiding behind the pretense of ascending to immortality!
"The rosy radiance, the spiritual energy, the auspicious clouds—everything in this spirit shrine must be fake. I'm starting to wonder what they really look like."
Gao Ming dared not let his will sink into oblivion. He endured the pain with his mind perfectly clear. "Could your Alchemy Furnace be a huge pot full of living people? This rosy radiance of yours must be venomous insects covered in sharp teeth. The spiritual energy is pestilence, and the auspicious clouds are writhing scraps of flesh. I saw it! I saw it!"
In the midst of his shouting, Gao Ming slammed down onto