Chapter 255: So it is you!

"So it is you," the mysterious Peak master murmured softly, her voice carrying a deep, knowing weight that instantly made Gu Fan frown.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Gu Fan demanded, taking a step toward her, but the Peak Master simply turned her back, signaling her disciplined subordinates to move out into the mist.

"If the dungeon calls your name, do not answer it," the Black Moon leader dropped a cryptic warning over her shoulder, wiothout explaining herself as her group vanished into the dark ruins like untraceable shadows.

"Acting all mysterious! You don’t know who you are talking to," Gu Fan scoffed loudly at the dramatic exit of the Peak Master as he gently grabbing Song Yan’s soft hand to lead her away in the completely opposite direction.

But while he acted all nonchalant, inside his mind, he was already going through the prossibilities he couldhave written if he ever wrote this dungeon scene.

The cultivation world is always so predictible. I should be able to find the answer.

But after they had walked for a few minutes and the weeping of the corrupted city had completely stopped, a deep, ancient, and terrifyingly cold voice whispered directly into Gu Fan’s right ear from the empty shadows.

"Gu... Fan..."

Gu Fan froze perfectly in his tracks, turning his head sharply, but Song Yan was simply looking at him in total confusion.

’What was that voice?"

"Gu... Fan..."

’Did she not hear it?’ Gu Fan thought as he looked at Song Yan’s blank expression. It meant this dungeon was calling out to him only.

"Gu... Fan..."

The cold whisper echoed in his mind like a rusted blade scraping against a tombstone.

Gu Fan didn’t flinch, did not not call out to ask who it was, and he absolutely didn’t turn his head to look over his shoulder because he knew perfectly well that acknowledging a demonic call in an ancient array was the quickest way to get your soul violently dragged into the abyss.

He casually glanced down at Song Yan, who was looking up at him with some confusion.

"Is something wrong, Master?" Song Yan asked softly, her voice entirely devoid of her former haughty arrogance, replaced by a sweet, completely submissive tone.

"Absolutely nothing," Gu Fan smilled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her against his hip, "I am thinking the stone bed was just too rough. next time we do it, we will do it on a really soft mattress to make up for it. Then I will breed you properly."

"B.. Breed?" Song Yan blushed, biting her lower lip as her thighs instinctively pressed together.

"Oh... Don’t you worry. Pretty soon, you will hear cries of a little one in your arms, Gu Fan casually teased Song Yan, but his mind was aggressively racing because the dungeon didn’t just call him an intruder, it had specifically called his exact name, which meant this ancient duin, knew him.

As they continued walking, soon Gu Fan led Song Yan into another massive, incredibly grand, and pristine ancient hall that was completely untouched by the glowing green moss or the surrounding rot.

The heavy stone walls of the hall were completely lined from top to bottom with dozens of massive, flawlessly polished black stone mirrors, their dark surfaces gleaming with a highly unnatural, eerie perfection that completely absorbed the dim light of the cavern.

"Do not look too closely at the glass," Gu Fan warned casually, his Origin Realm spiritual sense instantly detecting the highly concentrated, manipulative demonic Qi violently pulsing from the polished stones.

"These are standard, highly basic illusion traps designed to aggressively manipulate your deepest desires and drag your consciousness into a coma."

But exactly as he issued the warning, Song Yan inadvertently caught her own reflection in a massive mirror directly to her right, and her eyes instantly glazed over as the ancient trap violently activated.

In the dark glass, the reflection aggressively shifted.

Song Yan didn’t see the dark ruins or Gu Fan’s face.

Instead, she saw a beautiful, incredibly peaceful courtyard bathed in warm sunlight.

In the vision, she was completely cured of the agonizing curse, wearing elegant, dignified robes as she sat peacefully drinking tea, completely free of the dungeon’s horrors and entirely free from Gu Fan’s control over her body.

It was the absolute, perfect picture of the quiet, highly respected life she had desperately craved for decades while suffering in the freezing dark.

But instead of crying with longing or blindly reaching out to touch the glass, Song Yan’s actual face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated disgust.

Her breakthrough to the Peak of the Spirit Realm on the cold stone bed had completely changed her.

She finally realized that her old, "peaceful" life was nothing but a pathetic, hollow cage of suffering and fake dignity.

She absolutely didn’t want to go back to being a weak, shivering widow drinking tea alone.

She actually craved the violent, explosive power and the highly addictive, dominant dependency that Gu Fan’s boiling Yang Qi provided.

"Pathetic," Song Yan scoffed coldly, her dark eyes flashing with lethal intent.

Without a single second of hesitation, Song Yan channeled her Spirit Qi directly into her palm and violently smashed her hand straight into the center of the black stone mirror.

CRACK!

CRASH!

The massive mirror instantly shattered into a thousand jagged, black shards, breaking the illusion trap as the pieces rained down heavily onto the pristine stone floor.

Gu Fan let out an appreciative chuckle as he watched her shatter the trap without any help.

"I see you finally stopped clinging to your boring, useless pride," Gu Fan praised slapping her plump ass cheek to reward her absolute devotion.

"You are definitely going to make a very obedient concubine."

Song Yan simply smiled, leaning her back against his broad chest as she accepted the praise, but exactly as she relaxed, Gu Fan casually turned his head and looked directly into the massive black mirror positioned at the very end of the hall.

He wanted to check what the mirror had in store for him.

And the black glass rippled like dark water.

Gu Fan’s eyes narrowed as the reflection shifted, expecting to see a vision of infinite wealth or a massive harem, but instead, the image that materialized perfectly in the glass made his entire body freeze perfectly stiff.

He didn’t see the cultivation world at all.

He saw a small, cluttered, and dimly lit modern room.

He saw a glowing, rectangular computer screen, an empty cup of coffee, and the exhausted, overworked reflection of his past life on Earth, his fingers aggressively typing on a mechanical keyboard as he literally wrote the very novel they were currently standing inside.

’You... Actually...’ Gu Fan whispered, his heart skipping a beat as shock finally pierced his arrogant facade. Nothing and No One... Not a soul in this world should have been able to access his memories of Earth.

The image in the mirror violently shifted again, completely replacing the modern room with a vast, pitch-black, incredibly terrifying throne room located unimaginably deep beneath the Weeping Grounds.

Sitting heavily upon the massive throne of dark stone was a towering, highly indistinct shadowy figure entirely wreathed in thick purple mist, and the entity slowly raised its head to look directly at Gu Fan through the glass.

"You may have the fire," the terrifying entity whispered, its ancient voice echoing perfectly from the mirror with absolute, mind-crushing weight. "But let us see who gets burned in the end."

For the first time since he had transmigrated, Gu Fan felt a completely genuine, highly lethal spike of pure paranoia shoot straight down his spine.

He instantly realized that his supreme author-knowledge had a massive, horrifying blind spot, because if he didn’t write the specific lore for this hidden entity, it meant the world was actively generating threats that completely bypassed his meta-knowledge.

Refusing to let the dungeon manipulate his mind for a single second longer, Gu Fan aggressively drew his King-Tier Blood-Drinker sword and violently cleaved the massive mirror completely in half with a devastating horizontal slash.

CRASH!

As the black mirror violently shattered, a single, large shard of falling glass brightly flashed with a rapid, highly frantic live vision.

In the brief reflection, Gu Fan clearly saw Bai Bing, her icy blue dress heavily torn and completely soaked in blood, desperately swinging her twin silver swords as she fought for her life against an absolutely massive, towering multi-armed beast in a dark cavern.

Before Gu Fan could even focus on the background to locate her, the shard hit the floor and completely turned into useless black dust.

"Master? What did you see?" Song Yan asked nervously, noticing the rare, incredibly brief flash of genuine shock on his face.

Gu Fan instantly forced his breathing to steady, perfectly sealing his paranoia away as his cold, highly calculating facade aggressively slammed back into place.

"Just a cheap illusion of a massive mountain of spirit stones,"

"Since it did not show me what I really wanted," Gu Fan cheekily rubbed her cheeks, making Song yan blush.

"I broke it."