Published: March 3, 2025
In the illusion, Liu Yu saw all the beautiful women he had ever imagined or even thought of appearing before him one by one.
They wore revealing clothes, some even completely naked, whispering charming words.
Each sound was so enchanting, bone-eroding and soul-stirring, captivating his heart!
The illusion felt incredibly real, as he was surrounded by breathtaking beauties.
Skin occasionally brushed against skin, warm breaths wafted by his ears, and fragrant scents lingered in his nose.
Liu Yu could clearly feel the touch of the soft, pink skin sliding over his own.
Cool, slick, and tender.
A gentle place is the grave of heroes!
He clearly knew he shouldn't indulge; everything in front of him was merely an illusion.
But in this illusion, there was a strange power that made Liu Yu's consciousness become somewhat muddled.
Under the influence of primal instincts in his bloodline, he unconsciously reached out his hands, eagerly grasping and holding onto that beauty within his reach.
With fragrant soft jade in his embrace, even in Liu Yu's mind, an indescribable feeling of happiness began to emerge, leading him to inwardly "fall."
Everyone knows that cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao can lead to longevity, but how many have truly achieved their own "eternity" throughout history?
Looking at the entire world, throughout ancient and modern times, there has been no one who can be immortal and indestructible.
From the perspective of the world, measured in millions of years, even something as exalted as a void refinement master is just a bright shooting star in the sky for a brief moment!
Thus, for most cultivators, and even for all cultivators, the best way to continue their existence is through "reproduction."
Engaging in profound exchanges with the high-level, beautiful female cultivators in the illusion will surely give birth to outstanding descendants and better pass on their bloodline!
For a moment, Liu Yu forgot where he was, forgot the goal of his journey, and forgot what he was about to do.
In his pupils, the figures of the female cultivators reflected.
"Enjoy yourself."
"After all, there's plenty of lifespan left, so there's no need to rush into life and death!"
"If you miss this opportunity, there will be another chance; youth allows you to make mistakes."
"The path of cultivating immortality is endless; enjoying the moment is reasonable, and moderate relaxation is very rational."
"The way of cultivating immortality is about balancing tension and relaxation."
In the illusion, at that moment, similar thoughts kept surfacing in Liu Yu's mind.
With the influence of the illusion's power making his consciousness somewhat hazy and the constant pressure of strong mental stress weighing heavily, his heart felt unbearably heavy.
With this dual influence, his thoughts became unclear, and his thinking slowed down significantly.
Every thought turned with great difficulty.
"Why struggle so hard? Just reach out and enjoy the pleasures of the world."
Under the influence of external forces, Liu Yu's heart demon began to stir.
He even started to seek seemingly reasonable excuses for his fall.
His originally clear eyes were quickly filled with various desires.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Just as his clarity was about to vanish completely, sensing the crisis, Liu Yu's heart began to race.
Seizing this opportunity, he temporarily broke free from the illusion's influence, and his eyes briefly regained a glimmer of clarity.
"Heartfelt fall will fundamentally change a cultivator's notions; once they become immersed in it, no power can reverse it."
"What a terrifying illusion."
As various thoughts flashed, even Liu Yu, who had experienced many storms, couldn't help but feel a shiver, beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
Not daring to look again, in the next moment, he closed his eyes.
He let the soul-stirring whispers surround him and the cold, slick pink skin brush against him while he silently chanted the "Sitting and Forgetting Heart Sutra," tightly grasping onto the thread of clarity in his heart.