Chapter 760 - 237: Wow! I Made It as a Daoist!

Somehow, it feels a bit terrifying...

Soon, everyone was standing by the side of the lake.

Accompanied by waves of flickering light from the lake.

A magnificent and complex Magic Array suddenly unfolded in the lake!

Then, a door appeared in front of each person.

"As long as you pass through the Land of Heart Image, you can obtain your own Psychic Realm."

Jin Cha stood high up, addressing the crowd, "No one knows what the trial in the Land of Heart Image will be, what you’ll see. In any case, don’t stay long; the longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes."

"Pretty much like Senior Mu Jin’s Heart Image Remains over there," Hong Mian added, "Just don’t get confused."

"But the conditions to obtain the Psychic Realm aren’t clear either. Some people weren’t confused, came out quickly, yet still didn’t get their Heart Image..."

The two of them said a bunch of stuff, and Zi Yuan didn’t listen to a single word.

Too verbose.

Not even providing any useful information.

Until the door to the Land of Heart Image opened, after checking Black Dragon and Emperor and confirming they were suppressed, she went right in.

"Wait..."

Someone called out, but Zi Yuan didn’t care.

After pushing the door open, there was a burst of strong light, and a cold wind blew in.

It was snowing outside.

He looked around at the surroundings, alleys from the eighties or nineties, where garbage was piled up rampantly. Luckily, under the snow’s cover, most of the trash and sewage had frozen.

The stench wasn’t apparent.

The cold, hard ground was uneven, and with snow covering it, the road conditions were unclear. Sometimes, a misplaced step into a pit resulted in a stagger.

Breathing heavily, the hot air from his mouth and nose spread out; his nose felt wet but quickly froze, painfully cold.

The surroundings were silent except for the falling snow. Occasionally, thick piles of snow on the roofs slid off and crashed onto the ground with a dull thud, followed by quiet once more.

He looked down at his shoes, simple sneakers, and cotton socks.

Some parts familiar, others unfamiliar.

As he continued down the alley, he heard the faint meowing of a cat.

By the roadside, he saw a small cat curled up in a snow pile.

Its body was already stiff, trembling slightly, looking like it was going to freeze to death soon.

So he went over, grabbed the cat’s leg, and lifted it up.

The cat was frozen stiff, unable even to scratch him, letting him carry it.

As he continued forward, he saw a familiar run-down house.

No renovations, even the door appeared primitive like a cave where Primitive People lived.

But there was a sign hanging on the door, Lingyu Palace.

Pushing the door open, an ancient-looking Pill Furnace intricately carved with auspicious clouds and ancient dragons emerged abruptly.

White eyes continuously shot from the furnace to the ceiling, then fell around the room, filling it with smoke.

Like some celestial abode.

However, the shabby walls revealed.

This was just a cheap rental mud house.

Beside the Pill Furnace, a middle-aged man with a face blackened from soot was crouching, wearing a dark green robe.

Holding a fan, continuously fanning the fire underneath the furnace while coughing and chanting:

"Orpiment water, alum water, Rong salt, brine, gypsum, oyster shell, red ochre, talc, hoarfrost... it’s close, it’s close."

Even as Jiang Si entered, the middle-aged man paid no attention, fixated on his Pill Furnace.

Counting on his fingers again, "It’s already the thirty-sixth day."

He sniffed the air, and a slightly insane grin appeared on his tense face:

"All ailments cured, all ailments cured... ha-ha, I’ve succeeded!"

"I’ve done it, Dao Master I’ve done it!"

There, hunched over, nearly dancing with joy.

Then the Pill Furnace went bang! A small explosion sent the middle-aged man sprawling on the ground, stunned for a moment before tossing aside the fan.

"Damn it, how did this happen!"

Then looked towards the door, the blackened face only showing madness.

"Son, come open the furnace!"

Jiang Changshou, unemployed, forty-seven years old.

He’s Jiang Si’s dad.