Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 253 - 217 Joy Realm Joyful Realm

Chapter 253: Chapter 217 Joy Realm Joyful Realm

On the bustling workshop streets, people came and went, creating a lively scene. Yet there was an invisible distance maintained between everyone, as if they were all wary of each other.

As he walked, Zhao Sheng not only saw a large number of “hooded men” dressed similarly to himself but also encountered a variety of outcasts.

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There was a giant with bare chest and loincloth, carrying a large axe on his shoulder; a pale-faced Daoist in a Blood Robe with a group of shadows on his back, from which endless screams of life could be heard; a carefree man with disheveled hair, walking barefoot; and Beast Tamers manipulating snakes, tigers, insects, and other creatures…

These Evil Demons were considered normal, and even if they were strong, they were still confined to the Foundation Establishment Realm, which posed no threat to Zhao Sheng.

What truly surprised him now were the rare Demon Cultivators; it seemed only those of the Golden Core ilk could disturb him.

Having walked most of the long street, the only thing that truly made Zhao Sheng’s heart race with terror was one individual he saw.

She was a woman of unparalleled beauty, with skin as white as snow and an aura of purity that was breathtaking.

Adorned in sheer gauze and barefoot, with every step she took, bright red, vibrant clouds of fragrance sprang into being beneath her snow-white, delicate feet. These red mists seemed to carry her forward, and from a distance, she appeared like a fairy descending to the mortal world, transcendent and ethereal.

However, upon closer look, everyone was shocked and quickly moved aside.

For on the exposed skin of that beautiful woman, there existed hive-like fine holes, from which countless transparent “threadworms” emerged, and the red clouds at her feet were actually swarms of tiny, dust-like insects.

If anyone got too close and inadvertently inhaled a wisp of the red cloud, they would immediately fall to the ground, their eyes bulging, frantically scratching at their skin to relieve an indescribable itching, as if they would tear open their chests and bellies just to ease the sensation.

Meanwhile, the astonishing pressure emanating from the woman constantly informed everyone that she was actually a practitioner of the Demon Dao Golden Core.

Fortunately, the breathtakingly beautiful woman only appeared for a brief moment before she vanished into a corner of the distant street.

All the Evil Demons and Alien Practitioners on the street heaved a sigh of relief.

So did Zhao Sheng.

He relaxed and continued walking forward.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, his expression slightly changing.

Because at this moment, it seemed as if he had stepped into a “Spiritual Domain”; waves of Divine Sense-level spiritual power non-stop “harassed” his spirit.

This spiritual fluctuation seemed extremely covert; despite the crowds on the street, hardly anyone noticed anything amiss.

Zhao Sheng surmised that only those in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage or Foundation Establishment Cultivators with exceptional spiritual power could sense this spiritual fluctuation.

“Which power is behind this trick? It’s quite a special way of selecting people,” Zhao Sheng thought to himself while he subtly released his Divine Sense to connect with the spiritual wave.

In an instant, the spiritual fluctuation automatically transformed into a piece of information that surfaced in his mind.

“So that’s how it is!” Zhao Sheng suddenly understood, his lips curving into a slight smile.

He looked around and, following the guidance of the fluctuation, walked a few hundred steps to a gap between two buildings.

Zhao Sheng released a trace of Divine Sense, converting it to a special spiritual frequency. Then, his view blurred, and suddenly the ground beneath him opened up, followed by an invisible suction force.

The next moment, his figure flickered and disappeared from the street.

Thump!

Zhao Sheng tumbled down through the passage.

By the time he landed and steadied himself, he looked up to find that he had arrived at an underground square.

The square, adorned with Sunlight Stones, was as bright as day.

Currently, the vast square was occupied by only a few individuals, or demons.

Each one dressed differently, there was a mysterious person in a hooded robe, a brawny man with a long braid wearing leather armor, an elderly scholar in robes and a cap, and even an Alien covered in black fur, with a protruding jaw, blood-red eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth, resembling a wolf demon.

In the southwestern corner of the square stood a group of trembling young boys and girls.

As soon as Zhao Sheng stepped into this place, the Alien roared, attracting everyone’s attention.

With a ferocious smile revealing sharp fangs and exuding a foul breath, his gaze greedily fixed on the group of young boys and girls at the end of the square.

“Hehe! I didn’t expect the lord of this place to be so considerate. Look at these tender young ones, soft and delicate. Just to my liking, seems like I’ll feast on flesh today,” he said.

Clearly, he was a flesh-eating demon.

Upon hearing this, the young boys and girls immediately huddled together in terror, with a few even collapsing to the ground, wetting themselves in fear.

What was strange, however, was that from beginning to end, they all remained silent and dared not run away.

Zhao Sheng, seeing this, narrowed his eyes, ready to step in and intervene.

Just then, the elderly scholar took a few steps forward, positioning himself right in front of the Alien.

“Old man, if you don’t want to die, you’d best not meddle,” the wolf-headed Alien said with a sinister threat, bristling with menace.

The scholar furrowed his brow, his face showing deep conflict, silent as if he faced a great moral dilemma.

“Even though I am morally depraved and notorious, in the end… Alas, as Confucius said: ‘Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.’ This matter… old companion, come out!” he exclaimed.

Before his words finished, a shadow burst forth from the scholar’s body, growing rapidly in the air.

When it landed, it had become a huge beast, crouching on the ground.

Zhao Sheng looked intently and his pupils shrank slightly. The beast turned out to be a giant toad as big as an elephant, covered with pus-filled blisters and reeking of stench, its eyes as big as red lanterns, and its mouth holding a huge green bamboo scroll.