"Ten Thousand Books, Poison Heart Toad! This man is the Bookworm Demon from Evil Immortal Island," Zhao Sheng's mind flashed with a mory.
Wasn't this old demon supposed to have died decades ago? How is he still alive? Could it be that he had advanced to the Golden Core Realm?"
Just as he recalled this, the wolf-headed alien race seed to be greatly frightened, its fur bristling as it let out a howl and then scurried into a corner, daring not to make another sound.
The Bookworm Demon coughed and was about to order an old partner to teach the wolf-headed alien race a profound lesson.
However, at this mont, a dazzling red light suddenly burst out from the center of the square, and a majestic, colorful giant arched light gate slowly erged within the light, with three big characters ford of top-grade spiritual stones prominently displayed above it:
Joy Realm!
The three words were blunt and direct; even the literarily-challenged alien demons instantly understood their aning.
The next mont, the light gate slowly opened, revealing several palatial, brilliantly lit buildings inside.
Soon, a chorus of enchanting voices wafted from the palace closest to the crowd.
The buildings, tier upon tier, with their red windows and light gauzes, cast moving shadows, as srizing figures danced enticingly under the lights, their allure undeniable.
Amidst the sound of strings and bamboo instrunts, the inside was already filled with laughter and rry voices.
At this, the long-braided strong man walked into the Joy Realm without a word, followed by the hooded, robed figure.
Suddenly, the wolf-headed alien race shot out silently and dashed into the light gate.
The Bookworm Demon coughed again, reached out to retrieve the Poison Heart Toad into his palm, and tucked it away. After glancing at Zhao Sheng, he also walked casually into the gate.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng's figure flashed, and he disappeared into the light gate.
As his figure vanished, the light gate slowly closed, leaving only the young n and won on the square, waiting for the next batch of "guests" to arrive.
No sooner had Zhao Sheng appeared in front of the palace, he was greeted by several dozen delicate and charming won.
The mastermind behind the scenes seed to thoroughly understand the desires of mankind, as the won greeting the guests each had their own unique traits.
There were the aloof types, the seductively charming ones, those with generous bosoms and petite faces, those with long legs and voluptuous figures, among others... all were unique beauties among thousands.
Upon seeing this sight, Zhao Sheng's heart inevitably rippled slightly.
Just then, a female fairy with perfect proportions and a cold deanor gracefully approached.
Her movents were enchanting, but her voice was unexpectedly sultry, stirring the deepest desires of the heart with her words.
"Sir, it's your first ti to this Joy Realm, you must be in need of guidance," she said.
"If you don't mind, allow to host you."
In the midst of speaking, the beautiful woman directly hooked Zhao Sheng's arm, her body felt like warm fragrant jade, soft and slippery, sparking endless fantasies.
However, Zhao Sheng jerked his hand away, causing her to stagger a few steps back, while a look of disgust appeared on his face.
By this point, how could he not understand that this so-called Joy Realm was a sche created by the Shade Maiden Clan, possibly even involving hands from other major Demon Sects.
The woman noticed sothing was off imdiately.
As a Shade Maiden, her greatest strength was reading people's emotions, but at this mont, she could not detect even a hint of emotional fluctuation from him, as if he were a corpse or a phantom.
However, the vigorous vitality flowing inside him was unmistakable, clearly indicating that he was not a practitioner of the Corpse Ghost Path.
"Sir, is it possible that you do not fancy your servant?" she said, switching to a pitiful deanor, her voice filled with mournful lantation, already employing the seductive tone of the Shade Maidens.
Such a minor seductive technique stood no chance of swaying Zhao Sheng's mind.
He stepped forward, intending to leave the building when a group of enchantresses suddenly surrounded him, each using seductive techniques, trying to draw him into the Desire Realm.
Unfortunately, their skills were too shallow. Had they been Golden Core Realm Heavenly Girls, Zhao Sheng might have been interested in exchanging a few moves with them.
Against a group of Qi Refining Realm Shade Maidens, he simply couldn't be bothered.
Zhao Sheng circulated his Mysterious Skill, waved his hand, and emitted an ever-expanding ring of light that pushed the nurous Shade Maidens far away.
By the ti he had walked far away, a group of stunning beauties burst out swearing,
"Don't know who that dead leftover is, with such an awful attitude."
"Old woman curses you to be skinned and deboned in the future, your soul extracted and refined into a soul puppet, living a fate worse than death..."
Zhao Sheng, of course, couldn't hear the curses of the Charming Girls.
Having passed through the Desire Realm, Zhao Sheng had a rough idea of what was inside each of the palaces he would encounter next.
At this mont, he decided that he would not enter any more realms of desire.
The so-called Palace Desire Realm was actually designed for those who ca to this place.
Indeed, Zhao Sheng then encountered the "Gambling Immortal Tower," "Spiritual Mountain Palace," "Wine Pond," and "Ten-thousand Ancient Pavilion" in the subsequent trials of "wealth, lust, gambling."
After passing the trials of wealth, lust, and gambling, he also encountered the "Ideal Country," where one could indulge in wishful fantasies to their heart's content.
There was also the "Great Taoist Pavilion" that contained endless, profound, and abstruse knowledge of the Daoist way, complex and difficult to understand.
And the most terrifying was the "Longevity Cave." The Longevity Cave listed over a dozen Longevity Techniques, each seemingly offering eternal youth, yet each was fraught with endless hidden dangers.
Even so, it drove countless people mad with desire.
The terrifying aspect of the Joy Realm lay in this.
Therefore, although powerful Foundation Establishnt Cultivators, mighty demons, and mbers of the Alien Race constantly entered the Joy Realm from the Ten Thousand Immortals Square,
most of them, before reaching the actual eting place, were lured away by these realms of desire.
Walking step by step, very few true cultivators had, over this period, managed to maintain their original intentions.
By the ti Zhao Sheng passed through the Longevity Cave, only one remained by his side, and that was the Bookworm Demon.
At this mont, standing in front of the two of them was an old monk dressed in a Buddha robe, his appearance ugly, with rough, slack, and elderly skin covered in age spots and long sweat hairs, and his body bent to the extre, seeming as if he might fall to the ground at any mont.
Yet his murky eyes seed to possess the power to see into one's heart.
As Zhao Sheng locked eyes with him, he felt as if he had been seen through, which startled him greatly.
Of course, he imdiately collected his spirit and cald himself like still water.
The next mont, he heard the old monk's wise, hoarse voice:
"A Blood Cultivator and a Parasitic Species. I, Bujie, welco you both to the Joyful Realm. The ceremony is about to begin."
Zhao Sheng looked around, only to see the surrounding area misty, unable to see into the distance.
"Master, is the information true? Does this place truly hold the thod of Liberation that I desire?" the Bookworm Demon imdiately asked anxiously.
"The Bodhisattva does not speak falsely, the donor himself knows," the old monk said with a smile.
"Dare I ask the Master, I am seeking a Golden Elixir Recipe, does this place have one?"
"The Bodhisattva's divine skills are vast, of course, there is a Golden Elixir Recipe here."
"Ti is limited, please enter the realm!"
No sooner had these words fallen than the mist suddenly sparkled with Buddha Light, and from the depths of the cloud mist drifted a great amount of sacred fragrance.
Instantaneously, Buddha chants resonated in Zhao Sheng's ears,
approaching from afar, solemn and reverent.
However, more astonishing was the sudden cleavage in the mist, revealing a procession that appeared, walking on air.
In the procession, many dignified monks and nuns lined up on either side, carrying Buddha altars, aromatic burners, treasure umbrellas, scripture banners, and the incessant sound of wooden fish and bronze bells filled the air.
At the deepest part of the mist, a giant lotus platform was being carried by eight giant bare-bodied monks. Reclining lazily upon it was a being bathed in Buddha Light, resembling a "Female Bodhisattva."
As the sounds of Buddha drew near, the dazzling Buddha Light directly illuminated Zhao Sheng's heart.
The old monk involuntarily lifted his head, knelt down, and gazed up at the "Bodhisattva."
Her features were majestic, as if she possessed the utmost beauty of this world.
Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows long and eyes well-shaped, her head adorned with a treasure crown, her hair styled in a high bun, draped in a large towel and long skirt, adorned with earrings, arm bracelets, bracelets, glorious and beautiful, with a Rainbow Garnt and Jade Belt fluttering amidst the mist, inspiring awe and the desire to attend upon her at the Lotus Platform.
For a mont, everyone seed to forget how to speak.
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