I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

The originally quiet and reverent Hall suddenly fell into a strange madness.

The face of the statue at the top was shrouded in the thick smoke of incense and could not be seen clearly. It seemed to be mocking and indifferent ...

The sky outside the hall was cloudy, and several ginkgo trees were like a canopy. When the wind blew, the branches and leaves danced, and it was quiet and peaceful.

Deep sea.

Zongkui yueji frowned deeply. Before he entered the desert of eternal night, he had already read up on a lot of information in the Empire.

But after all, this was his first time entering the dream of the fallen immortal. He did not expect that just responding to a prayer would cause such a huge change.

After pondering for a while, the final sunflower turned to another prayer that was still pleading in his ear.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovelꜰɪre.ɴet

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Underground.

Dark, obscure, heavy, gloomy ...

Ning Wuye came back to his senses and looked around. He didn't see any overcame thorns, but he had already expected this.

After all, before the two of them entered the eternal night desert, they had already read through the records of the desert by their master.

Both he and the Crown Prince understood this basic knowledge very well.

However, it was the first time for both of them to enter the dream of the fallen immortal, so they did not know much about the specific dangers inside.

Ning Wuye observed for a while and quickly confirmed that he was now in the underground of the dream world.

There should be quite a number of 'origin Immortals' in this place.

The purpose of their trip was to prevent the awakening of the fallen Immortals. The first thing he had to do now was to spread his honorific title!

While he was thinking, he heard intermittent prayers."... May my loving mother recover soon ... May I die without any responsibilities ..."

&Quot; ... First wish for the aunt to be healthy ... Second wish for Jiao 'er to be intelligent ... Third wish ... Langjun, come back early ... Be careful. &Quot;

"... May the high God have mercy ... To eliminate this locust plagues ... I will be honored ... Without any responsibilities ... Be careful."

As ning Wuye listened, he nodded slightly. The prayers of the mortals in the dream were very easy to fulfill for an " external immortal " like him.

Although he knew that this was a dream, and everything was false, as long as the fallen immortal woke up, everything in the dream would return to nothingness, but at the moment, whether it was as a person of the right path, empathizing with the mortal world, or to spread his own honorific name, he decided to respond to the mortal's prayers.

Thus, ning Wuye's attention was focused on one of the prayers.

A scene instantly appeared in his mind. In the wilderness, countless mortals, old and young, knelt in front of a temporary altar with pale expressions.

On the altar, the heads of a cow, a sheep, and a pig were placed neatly. The blood on the three heads had yet to dry, and there was still fresh blood by the side of the altar.

The people were all emaciated and their clothes were ragged. Many children stared at the offerings and swallowed, but none of them made a sound.

In front of this group of people was an extremely vast field.

Judging from their clothes, they should be in the early green period of the wheat season, but what they saw was a barren land without even a blade of grass!

Countless locusts the size of an adult man's palm covered the entire field like a huge, yellow-green quilt. They filled the ditches and filled the entire field.

Some even flew to the altar and offerings. Seeing this, the village chief who presided over the sacrificial ceremony quickly called for the villagers to drive them away, stammering, " "... May the God have mercy ... Eliminate the locust plague ... For the prosperity of the Emperor ..."

&Quot; ... Eliminate the locust plague, leave the millet ... Flourish at four o 'clock ... Be careful with your words. &Quot;

As he chanted, the locusts continued to wreak havoc. As time passed, under the scorching sun, the three animals that could only be prepared by gathering the strength of the village were already emitting a foul smell.

There was no movement on the altar.

The crowd in front of the altar started to become anxious and restless.

"Grandpa, is the highgod not willing to pay attention to us?" A child looked around and finally could not hold back. He gently tugged at the elder's robe and asked in a low voice, " if the locust plague is not eliminated, there will be no harvest this year. In that case, father's illness ... &Quot;

"Shh!" His grandfather's expression changed and he quickly covered his grandson's mouth. He chided, " children's words carry no harm. Don't spout nonsense! Highgod ... Highgod will definitely protect us ... But highgod's status is so noble that he might not have heard us ... Highgod will definitely eradicate the locust plague for us!"

He muttered uneasily, " otherwise, not only our village, but the entire County and the nearby counties ... How are we going to survive? How do we pass?"

"Exalted goddess ..."

"Please don't let it be like ten years ago ..." He said.

"During that locust plague, the ground was filled with starving people ..."

"Eight brothers and six sisters, only I survived ..."

"Highgod ..."

&Quot; God, please have mercy ... &Quot; fear spread among the crowd. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar, and their hearts were in their throats. The eyes of the yellow and thin faces who had been starving for years were surprisingly bright. They burst out the last light and heat like meteors, and they were all focused on the manifestation of God.

Just as their hearts were getting heavier and despair was slowly eroding them, a chaotic, crazy, and twisted voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, all the acraepoids let out a wail before turning into ashes!

Fields, ditches, forests ... All of them revealed their original appearance.

A few clusters of grass that had been bitten halfway swayed in the wind.

The villagers 'prayers were fulfilled.

They were stunned for a moment before they burst out in cheers that shook the sky."It's manifesting! It's showing its spirit!"

&Quot; exalted God, please have mercy!! &Quot;

"A gift from the immortal!"

"We're saved!"

In their ecstasy, everyone began to transform rapidly. Their bodies expanded, scales covered their bodies, and claws popped out ...

In an instant, the wilderness was like a group of demons dancing in chaos, strange and indescribable.

Underground.

Ning Wuye frowned. What was going on?

He had only said his honorific name once, so why did all the natives in the dream go crazy?

Immediately after, he gathered his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, and focused on the next prayer.

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The abyss.

Darkness, distortion, madness, depravity, violence, filth ...

Creatures covered in scales, horns on their heads, and green and purple all over their bodies patrolled back and forth with heavy steps.

Their eyes were gray and white, and their pupils were vertical. Their forelimbs were like claws, and their hind limbs were hooves. Chain-like flames were wrapped around their thick arms, and they constantly emitted a fierce and filthy aura.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the sky not far away without warning.

Ji Changfu's white robe was as white as snow. He slowly opened his eyes, and the radiance in his eyes and the Heaven's Will Jade in between his brows reflected each other and shone brightly.

All the living beings present immediately looked at him subconsciously.

The moment their eyes met Ji Changfu, all the living beings let out an extremely painful and crazy roar.

The next moment, their flesh and blood splattered, and countless wild and strange limbs grew out of their bodies, like a blooming Demonic Flower of Flesh and Blood.

Ji Changfu smiled slightly, not surprised at all.

'Do not look directly at the immortals' was one of the rules of this fallen immortal dream realm.