The patterns on the lamp shimmered as they circled like a lantern. The lamp's flames also ignited and flickered at the lamp's mouth. It was indescribably demonic, as though a virtual seductive woman was twisting her body and dancing an enchanting dance.
Zhou Wen's gaze was attracted by the demonic flame as though it was the most beautiful woman in the world. He couldn't help but be engrossed in it, unable to shift his gaze away.
Zhou Wen was extremely strong-willed. When he felt that something was amiss, he forcefully moved his gaze away from the flame.
However, when his gaze moved away from the flame, he was attracted by the shimmering patterns on the bronze lamp. At that moment, Zhou Wen suddenly realized that the patterns weren't simple patterns, but ancient text. The demonic power contained in the text was countless times stronger than the flame, making Zhou Wen involuntarily attracted.
How can this be!? Zhou Wen's left hand's fingers suddenly moved on their own as though he was playing a piano. However, his consciousness didn't allow his fingers to move at all.
Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of his other hand moved as well.
Soon, it wasn't just his fingers. Zhou Wen's entire body began moving uncontrollably. This movement wasn't irregular, and Zhou Wen realized that his body was dancing.
Zhou Wen had never come into contact with dancing before, nor did he have any interest in it. He wouldn't even watch a dance program, but at that moment, he was like a professional dancer. His body seemed to dance to the rhythm of some music, making all sorts of moves that he had never thought of before.
Furthermore, his dance moves looked like a woman's dance moves no matter how he looked at them. They were extremely enchanting, light, and elegant.
However, it looked extremely comical for a man to do it. If Li Xuan were here to see Zhou Wen's dance, he would probably be lying on the ground laughing.
Zhou Wen tried his best to control himself, but it was useless. He switched a few Primordial Energy Arts, but it was useless. His body twisted more and more violently, and there were many actions that resembled flirtatious glances.
Soon, Zhou Wen realized that his actions were identical to the flame's throbbing, as though he was a puppet controlled by the flame.
"Damn it … What the hell is this …" Zhou Wen felt like he was going crazy.
As Zhou Wen's dance sped up, the automatically circulating Lost Immortal Sutra slowed down. As the Lost Immortal Sutra slowed down, so did Zhou Wen's body.
When the Lost Immortal Sutra completely stopped circulating, Zhou Wen's body stopped twisting.
However, in the next second, the Primordial Energy in his body circulated crazily. It was no longer the Lost Immortal Sutra's route, but another Primordial Energy Art that he had never cultivated before.
The patterns on the oil lamp are also a type of Primordial Energy Art? Zhou Wen was alarmed but also somewhat delighted.
This Primordial Energy Art was very odd. It was different from any Primordial Energy Art that Zhou Wen had come into contact with in the past. It seemed to have countless strange transformations. At times, it was light and graceful, and at other times, it was as swift as a storm. It gave Zhou Wen the urge to tear through the air and dance.
Time ticked by. When Zhou Wen regained control of his body, his body had already mastered the Primordial Energy Art.
The oil lamp that was floating in midair suddenly lost its luster and fell to the ground, returning to its dilapidated appearance.
Just as Zhou Wen was about to pick up the oil lamp, he suddenly felt something amiss with his body. The Primordial Energy Art he had just mastered dissipated as the Lost Immortal Sutra began circulating again.
However, this circulation was different from any of the previous ones. Primordial Energy filled his body and circulated like blood.
Boom!
Zhou Wen felt his mind buzz as a voice constantly reverberated in his head.
"If God defy me, I'll slay God … If Immortals defy me, I'll slay Immortals … Not the same as God … Not the same as Immortals … I am me …" The voice was unbridled and arrogant, but it had a demonic power that left one trembling in fear. It also made one's blood boil as though something was surging in one's heart, yearning to stab a hole in the sky.
Zhou Wen wasn't unfamiliar with this voice. In the countless nights he had cultivated the Lost Immortal Sutra, this voice had constantly whispered in his ear. However, in the past, he had never been able to hear what the voice was saying.
Today, he finally heard what the voice was. It was a woman's voice, but it had a soul-stirring aura. It was as though all living beings in the universe had to prostrate themselves at her feet.
Although Zhou Wen had only heard the voice, a scene involuntarily surfaced in his mind. Countless gods and Buddhas prostrated themselves on the ground, worshipping a woman as though they were on a pilgrimage.
Unfortunately, this was only Zhou Wen's imagination. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but he felt that her bearing was incomparable. She seemed to be high and mighty, but she wasn't holy like an immortal or Buddha. She had a murderous aura.
The voice in his mind became weaker and weaker, as though it was about to dissipate. In the end, it was almost inaudible.
Zhou Wen vaguely heard a sentence that seemed different from the one before: "When … Immortals … Die …"
However, the voice was too soft towards the end. It was about to dissipate, preventing him from hearing the complete sentence.
Boom!
The Lost Immortal Sutra circulating in his body seemed to explode as all the cells in his body seemed to bloom. It made Zhou Wen suspect if his body had self-destructed.
Degeneration … Constant degeneration …
Zhou Wen felt as though his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea as it constantly sank. Finally, his consciousness was completely submerged in the darkness.
Ever since he cultivated the Lost Immortal Sutra, Zhou Wen hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
Every time he fell asleep, there would be a voice constantly whispering in his ear. It sounded like Buddha's chanting scriptures, but it also sounded like the temptation of a devil.
Coupled with the suffocating experience of being pinned down by a ghost, anyone else would probably have gone mad.
Zhou Wen gamed with all his might every day to increase his strength, but he didn't have the thought of avoiding sleep.
Only today did the feeling of being haunted by a ghost completely dissipate. Zhou Wen slept extremely soundly, as though there was nothing in the world more blissful than a good night's sleep.
When Zhou Wen woke up, he stretched his back and felt so comfortable that he nearly moaned. All the cells in his body seemed to be cheering in comfort.
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