Failure in Cultivation

"Could the world I'm in here be the real one?"

After taking the little pill, Zhang Xuezhou only returned to normal once he entered the familiar dream world.

His body no longer felt weak; in fact, he felt very strong.

Zhang Xuezhou looked around the black stone cave.

In the dim light, Wu Chao was sleeping lightly.

Zhang Xuezhou had only just moved when Wu Chao started awake. He slowly rose from where he had been lying on his side.

"You're right on time," Wu Chao said quietly.

"Good morning, senior brother!"

Zhang Xuezhou greeted him, then got up and pushed open the stone cave's door.

Morning light instantly filled the entire cave.

Zhang Xuezhou gazed at the sacred mountain as everything awoke, taking a deep breath of the early morning air.

The air of the Yedie River Holy Land carried a chill of its own.

Some cultivators said this chill was the Yin Qi needed to cultivate incantation techniques. As long as Yin Qi was plentiful, incantation techniques were sure to be powerfully lethal.

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath, and Wu Chao quickly began breathing deeply behind him, gathering Qi for his morning cultivation.

There doesn't seem to be anything false about it!

Zhang Xuezhou breathed the cold air into his body, and a clear, refreshing sensation that chilled him to the very bottom of his heart spread through him.

He gazed at this world, which he had previously believed to be a dream, and examined everything anew.

This was still a scene that could not have been more real.

Zhang Xuezhou believed no one's dreams could possibly create a scene so real and so coherent.

He kept comparing everything, including the rocks, the air, the flowing water, the sun, and the people around him.

This was the