There was no life force in it. The planet was like a huge meteor, and it was gray and dull.
After a moment, a group of cultivators approached from the distant galaxy. There were about eight of them, and as they charged forward, they looked as if they were passing by the place and wanted to rest on the planet, but the instant they stepped on it, the dull planet suddenly changed and turned into a huge heart. It beat a few times, and as the eight cultivators screamed shrilly in pain, their bodies were instantly crushed by the beating of the heart. Their souls were instantly sucked away.
Then, the seemingly bloody heart turned into a dull planet.
Su Ming watched this from the distance, and a cold sneer appeared at the corners of his lips. All of this was an illusion, but it belonged to Su Ming, not the Striking Lands.
The illusion came from a memory, but it was naturally not Su Ming's. Instead … it was the memory of the strange power that existed at the core of the illusion in the Striking Lands of Morning Dao Sect.
When Su Ming looked over coldly, he lifted his right hand and swung it forward. Immediately, hundreds of cultivators charged over from the galaxy. There was terror on their faces, because there were more than one thousand people chasing after them.
It did not matter whether it was their expressions or their actions, they looked incredibly real. Not a single hint of falsehood could be seen on them. They were so quick that they instantly closed in on the dull meteor. After a moment, screams of pain spread out, and the thousands of people chasing after them were crushed by the planet that had turned into a blood-red heart. Their Nascent Divinities were sucked away.
"The highest level of the illusions I understand is not to pass off the false as the real …" Su Ming said softly. He swung his right hand again, and this time, the power of time flowed out of the place without a single sound. It was as if ten thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye. Gradually, an army of tens of thousands of cultivators appeared in the galaxy, and as they charged forward, they seemed to be passing by the place.
As heartbeats, cries of surprise, and shrill screams of pain rang out, tens of thousands of cultivators … all died, and the dull planet grew to twice its size.
"I'm not turning the false into the real either …" Su Ming shook his head and swung his right hand again. As time flowed, groups after groups of people, regardless of whether they had a level of cultivation or were living beings, as long as they passed by the planet … they were all devoured by the planet.
Its body also grew larger and larger. In the end, it was already ten times larger than its initial size.
One day, a figure appeared in the starry sky. He wore a simple robe, and a complicated magical symbol could be seen flickering on his forehead. He had a head of long hair, and he walked over from the distance.
"I didn't expect to see an Illusory Meteor here. By the looks of it, it has already gained intelligence. It can be used to strengthen the wills of my sect's disciples in the future." The man smiled faintly. His voice was gentle, and at the instant he said those words, the gigantic planet turned into a blood-red heart on its own. It started beating loudly.
These were the planet's memories. At the instant it turned into a blood-red heart and let out thumping sounds, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He lifted his right hand and pointed at the space before him.
In an instant, the galaxy became still. The blood-red heart no longer beat, and the gentle man also stopped moving.
"Based on what I understand, the highest level of illusions … is to tamper with memories!" Su Ming said calmly. He walked towards the galaxy and arrived in front of the long-robed man. He lifted his right hand and swung it at the man. Immediately, as if he was wiping off something from a person's memories, the long-haired man's figure was completely wiped off.
Su Ming turned his head around and looked at the planet that had turned into a blood-red heart. The shadows of the sun and moon shone in his eyes, and the stillness in the area was instantly broken. Everything returned to normal, and the thumping heart spread in all directions once again.
The thumping sounds contained a strange power that could make a person's blood flow in reverse, but Su Ming's expression remained the same. With a step forward, he walked towards the blood-red heart. He lifted his right hand and seized the air in its direction. Booming sounds shook the sky and earth and reverberated through the entire galaxy.
"In your memories, you were subdued by the long-haired man and became the core of the second Striking Lands of Morning Dao Sect. Now, your memories will be changed, and the one who subdued you will be me!" Su Ming formed a seal with his left hand and pointed at the galaxy. It immediately trembled, and a huge palm appeared out of nowhere to charge towards the blood-red heart.
Su Ming did not stop moving. With a single move, he seized the air with his right hand, and the Life Inequity Spear appeared in his hand. He threw it, and with a buzzing sound, it stabbed into the blood-red heart with loud bangs.
The heartbeats of the blood-red heart shook the galaxy, but Su Ming did not stop. With a step forward, he stepped onto the blood-red heart.
"In your memories, you are destined to fail, which is why this is a disaster you cannot escape from …" Su Ming said faintly. He lifted his right hand and stabbed his fingers into the blood-red heart beneath his feet. At the same time, a large number of branches crawled out of his fingers and shot into the blood-red heart.
"However, the person who will subdue you will be me. From now on, I will be your master." At the instant Su Ming said those words, a large number of veins appeared on the blood-red heart. There were even distortions and squirming about within them. Those were the branches that had spread out from Su Ming's body, and they were filling the entire blood-red heart.
With a bang, the sound of the galaxy shattering reverberated in space. The galaxy was reduced to fragments and disappeared, along with the blood-red heart and Su Ming.
Su Ming sat cross-legged on the circular platform. From the start until the end, he had not moved a single inch. Everything that had happened just then had been an illusion, an illusion that had been activated in this place but had been actively cast by Su Ming.
When he opened his eyes, the pillar of light in front of him was flashing violently. The hundreds of names that had appeared on it before were gradually becoming indistinct.
"Greetings … Master." The cold and emotionless voice from before echoed in Su Ming's ears at that moment.
Su Ming smiled. Once he stood up, he turned around and took a step outwards. In an instant, he walked off the platform and appeared in midair. At the top of the hundreds of names in the pillar of light on the platform behind him was Dao Kong's name.
Its color was different from the dullness of the other names. It was the color of blood!
The blood-red name not only meant that Su Ming was the fastest among the hundreds of people to clear the stage, it also meant that he was the master of the second Striking Lands.
However, no one else knew about this, but Su Ming himself knew that if he wanted to, he could even make all the disciples from Morning Dao Sect who had come to challenge the second Striking Lands die a violent death.
More accurately speaking, Su Ming did not clear the stage, because he did not proceed step by step according to the rules. Instead, with a powerful method, he became the master of the rules. Because of it, he naturally stood above everyone else. At that moment, when he walked out, the millions of cultivators in the area were so shocked that their mouths fell slack.
Because while Su Ming might have felt as if he had spent a long time in the second Striking Lands, in truth, the amount of time he had spent in the second Striking Lands was even shorter than in the first. He had only … thirty-five breaths!
This was what the people in the area had been counting for Su Ming the moment he stepped into the second Striking Lands. In fact, before De Shun had even opened his bet and placed many bets, everything had already ended.
Su Ming cast a cold glance at the millions of cultivators around him, then charged towards the third Striking Lands.
Only after he left did the people in the area react to what had happened. An uproar that was several times stronger than before rose up like a storm.
"Thirty-five breaths? He really did it in thirty-five breaths! He's so heaven-defying! Dynast Dao Kong is actually so heaven-defying! "
"I remember now. Dynast Dao Kong was known as the person with the most outstanding potential in Morning Dao Sect in the past. Even if such a person has been silent for one thousand something years, once he appears, he will shock the world!"
"Just what level of cultivation does he have? How could he do this? How long has it been? He … He actually cleared the second Striking Lands? That's a land of illusion! There are only a few hundred people who can clear it …"
"Look, he's … He's going to the third Striking Lands! I'm willing to bet that he's going to clear all nine Striking Lands!"
In the midst of the uproar and disbelief, the millions of cultivators in the land executed their fastest speed and followed behind Su Ming. They charged towards the third Striking Lands in the third continent.
Ma Fei's breathing quickened in the crowd. She stared at Su Ming in the distance in a daze, and the shock on her face was something she would never forget in her life.
De Shun might also be incredibly shocked at that moment, but his heart clenched in pain. He thought that he had miscalculated. He did not expect that this person would be so terrifying that he would be able to make his name known so soon, causing him to not be able to earn much. But when he thought about it, he immediately made his decision. He still had to start the auction, but he had to bring it forward.
"The auction's starting. Let's continue. This time, it's the third Striking Lands. Everyone, hurry up."
Almost at the instant Su Ming cleared the second Striking Lands, the millions of cultivators who had not followed him in the Anointment Ceremony could no longer remain calm. Disbelief appeared on their faces, and without any hesitation, they flew towards the third continent.
Even the Dynasts could not continue staying in the place. With dark expressions on their faces, they turned into long arcs and charged forward. In fact, Dao Lin and Dao Fa also had grave expressions that had never been seen before on their faces. When they took a step forward, they charged at full speed.
At that moment, there were only four people left in the originally lively Anointment Ceremony. Besides Bei Bang, who was in Life Realm, there were the three sect masters behind him. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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