Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 1883 - The plot isn't following the script

Chapter 1883 The plot isn’t following the script

“The sixth hall of the Dragon King Palace, and then the wall on the left side of that hall?” Yu Jiaojiao was lost in thought.

Elder Sister White Dragon exhorted, “Remember to knock 30 times in a row, don’t knock more or less than that. If you make a mistake, you can try again after 10 minutes.”

“Wait, Senior,” Yu Jiaojiao said bashfully. “Actually, the sixth hall of the Dragon King Palace collapsed because of an accident 200 years ago.”

“…” Elder Sister White Dragon.

“…” Sage Monarch Spirit b.u.t.terfly.

Elder Sister White Dragon asked, “Why did it collapse?”

It definitely can’t be because of natural causes. The Dragon King Palace is not some shabbily built palace. Even if an underwater volcano had erupted, it would not have been damaged in the slightest… Then that means that a person did it?

Who demolished my home? Believe it or not, I’ll dig up your ancestral grave! “I don’t know the specifics… Ever since I entered the Dragon King Palace to study, the sixth hall has been in ruins. I once asked the seniors in the Dragon King Palace about it, but all they told me was that it was due to an accident 200 years ago. And after that, for some unknown reason, the sixth hall has never been rebuilt,” Yu Jiaojiao replied. “I feel that there’s definitely a story behind it.”

Elder Sister White Dragon looked up at the sky. After a while, she asked, “Where have all the items after the collapse of the sixth hall been transferred?”

“I’ll go ask,” said Yu Jiaojiao—she felt that an opportunity was coming her way.

“Forget it, there’s no rush.” Elder Sister White Dragon sighed. “How bad was the collapse? Is it just everything above that’s been destroyed, or was even everything below destroyed as well?”

Yu Jiaojiao replied, “Only the part above has collapsed.” Elder Sister White Dragon said, “Oh, then can you look for the left wall of the sixth hall?” Yu Jiaojiao replied, “No problem.” Elder Sister White Dragon said, “Go and dig down along the center of that wall. If there were no accidents, after you dig 10 meters deep, you should see two squares. One is white and the other is golden. Knock on the golden one 30 times.”

“Got it, Senior. I’ll try it out right away.” Yu Jiaojiao thought for a while, and then asked, “May I ask… Senior, why are you so familiar with the Dragon King Palace?”

Elder Sister White Dragon said calmly, “You’ll know in the future.” She was in a state similar to that of a ‘body of virtue’ at this moment, and she felt rather ashamed to mention this form of hers to her junior, so she had to pretend to be mysterious.

Yu Jiaojiao said, “Senior, I’ll be going now.”

Elder Sister White Dragon said, “Remember not to knock on the white box.”

Yu Jiaojiao agreed, “Okay.”

Soft Feather blinked. “If it were me, I would definitely not be able to hold myself back from knocking on that white box after hearing Elder Sister White Dragon’s words.”

Human curiosity truly was a mysterious thing. If Elder Sister White Dragon had not mentioned it, people would have probably ignored that white box; but since she specifically mentioned it, there was a greater likelihood of them knocking on it.

“…” Elder Sister White Dragon.

She hurriedly added, “Don’t knock on the white box, that white box is a defense mechanism. If you knock on it randomly, it will explode.”

However, Yu Jiaojiao had already hung up… Elder Sister White Dragon tried calling her back, but Yu Jiaojiao had no signal.

Soft Feather asked, “How powerful is the explosion from that white box?”

Elder Sister White Dragon thought for a while, and said, “If I knocked on it, I probably wouldn’t die.”

“???” Soft Feather.

I hope that Jiaojiao won’t knock on that white

box.

“Don’t worry, Yu Jiaojiao isn’t you.” Sage Monarch Spirit b.u.t.terfly lifted Soft Feather up again, and pulled her further back. The illusory reality around Song Shuhang had begun to expand once more.

What was originally a small ‘Jiangnan area’ had suddenly turned into a vast ocean, and the illusion’s area had expanded much further. The demonic G.o.d pillar that had emerged previously had still not disappeared; it was still suspended right beside Song Shuhang. Venerable Yellow Mountain said softly, “Little friend Shuhang really is very busy. Not only is he busy when he’s awake, but also when he’s asleep. He just can’t get a break.”

From the beginning of the illusory reality to now, the illusion under Song Shuhang’s feet had changed three times, which meant that he had gone through three nightmares.

Soft Feather asked curiously, “What’s going to happen this time?”

The sea was churning. Soon after, two small islands, one large and one small, appeared on the sea.

Senior White’s clone asked, “Heavenly Field Island and Western Orchid Island?”

Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue concurred, “Looking at their shape and location relative to one another, it should indeed be these two islands.”

“He can’t possibly be having a nightmare about Fellow Daoist Creation’s concert, right?” Sage Monarch Spirit b.u.t.terfly said with lingering

fear.

On Heavenly Field Island, Song Shuhang’s little figure appeared again.

“Whom is he going to meet this time?” said the handsome cultivator.

Soft Feather said, “I can already guess the following plot. Senior Song meets an acquaintance on Heavenly Field Island. Then, just as the two meet each other, a demonic G.o.d pillar appears out of nowhere and burns Senior Song like a mutton skewer.”

Sure enough, another figure appeared on Heavenly Field Island. “It’s Medicine Master… Hm, Medicine Master should be the second fellow daoist to come into contact with little friend Song Shuhang after Soft Feather.” Venerable Yellow Mountain recognized the second figure who appeared in the illusion at a glance.

Similar to the first plot, Song Shuhang and Medicine Master were walking on Heavenly Field Island, and looked like they would soon meet up with one another. But then a spatial rift was suddenly torn open above Heavenly Field Island.

A magnificent white horse exited the spatial rift, and stomped Medicine Master into the ground with one hoof.

“The plot isn’t following the script!” Soft Feather said in dissatisfaction.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword asked, “Are men and women treated differently?”

The magnificent white horse fell in front of Song Shuhang.

It stood up, standing solely using its right hind hoof. After that, it spread its two front hooves to the left and right.

“Spreading one’s arms like a crane and standing on one leg like a golden rooster!” Soft Feather immediately recognized this pose, which was the favorite pose of Fairy @#%x and Fairy Creation.

“It’s not easy for a horse to do that,” said Sage Monarch Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.

The little Song Shuhang in the illusion looked at the white horse with a confused expression. After the white horse a.s.sumed that pose, a human-like smile appeared on its face. It took a step forward, bit Song Shuhang’s neck, then sprinted wildly as it leaped into the air.

A spatial rift was torn open once more, and the white horse took Song Shuhang with it into the spatial rift.

With this, the illusory reality had changed again.

Above what had originally been an ‘ocean’, two terrifying places appeared.

One area was a ‘closed s.p.a.ce’, and the master of this s.p.a.ce was a man with long hair in white clothes. The man’s chin rested on his clasped hands, and his face was filled with a saintly light, which completely shrouded his appearance.

On the other hand, the other area was an apocalyptic world in which a giant slept. A strand of demonic will separated from the giant’s body turning into a head with the appearance of a demon. Then, a strand of resentful will was born, transforming into a tentacle.

The two terrifying areas confronted each other.

After several breaths of time, the two areas dissipated at the same time. In the illusion, Song Shuhang was thrown out by the white horse, and fell toward the ground.

Below, a large army of demonic heads and tentacles were waiting, grinding their teeth in antic.i.p.ation as Song Shuhang fell toward them.