I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 316: Every Cause Has Its Effect

Mu Yunyang felt utterly hopeless, even wondering if he had encountered the legendary human tribulation.

"Didn't Master say that righteous cultivators are not robbed?"

Yes, although Mu Yunyang works for the gang, he still considers himself a righteous cultivator.

the reason is simple.

First, he never took shortcuts in his spiritual practice; he was diligent and conscientious all the way, and he never stopped refining his character.

Secondly, he never harmed anyone; when he helped the dockworkers, it was usually to save or rescue people.

Third, he never participates in gang affairs, and he will even lend a hand to those he doesn't like.

By adhering to these three principles, he not only accumulated no negative karma during his years as a worshipper at the dock, but also accumulated a great deal of merit.

Even with the strictest judgment, he could at most be classified as a member of the unorthodox sects or a shamanic practitioner, considered a heretical sect, and even most heretical sects could not act as uprightly as he did.

But working for a gang inevitably involves karma, and this calamity will eventually come.

It was too late for regrets. As Mu Yunyang watched the number of thugs from the dock gang dwindle, his anxiety grew. The room was pitch black and silent, and everyone around him seemed like a wooden statue. He tried to gather his magic power, but as soon as it left his body, it turned into a completely unfamiliar energy, rendering him unable to cast any spells.

He also tried to awaken the gang members who were slumbering in the illusion using traditional methods, but even after slapping them with all his might, he couldn't wake any of them.

Having some knowledge of illusion magic, he clearly realized that the opponent's illusion magic was far beyond the scope of pain. To achieve this level, either the magic power must be terrifyingly strong, strong enough to pull the person back into the illusion in the next instant even if they are awakened by pain; or the illusion magic must be extremely intricate, so that at the moment the pain occurs, an event that causes similar pain also occurs in the illusion, making it impossible for the victim to distinguish between reality and virtuality.

Whether it's the immense magical power capable of simultaneously covering dozens of people, or the super-powerful computing power that is so precise that it controls the thoughts of every individual, it is clearly something that Mu Yunyang, a cultivator who has just entered the Dao, cannot contend with.

No, that's giving him too much credit. To be precise, even if his master brought up the ancestral master to help, they might not be able to overcome this illusion.

"Shh!"

Another gang member disappeared, leaving only five people in the pitch-black room. Mu Yunyang's heart pounded. Even though the other party hadn't restricted his movements, he wasn't confident he could leave the room without any magic. More importantly, he was now starting to wonder why the other party had allowed him to break free from the illusion.

Given the strength of this illusion, he was no different from these mortals, so why did they let him go?
"No, this isn't letting me go, this is torture! He deliberately let me know that I was being controlled, and then let me try every possible way to save myself, making me realize that no matter how hard I try, I can only wait in despair for the final outcome! Demonic cultivator, it must be a demonic cultivator!"

Mu Yunyang considered himself to be very resilient, but he still couldn't help but panic at this moment. He paced around the room, thinking of a solution. Every spell he had ever learned in his life was repeatedly analyzed in his mind, trying to find a technique that could help with the current situation.

But without a doubt, in an environment where magic power changes the moment it leaves the body, any spell is futile—unless he wants to turn himself into something else entirely.

……

Finally, the last gang member disappeared from the room. By this time, Mu Yunyang had been in this dark and cramped room for more than thirty hours.

But he no longer felt the same fear as before; instead, he seemed to have come to terms with it.

It wasn't a profound enlightenment; he simply knew that he would be next. As the familiar yet strange sense of displacement washed over him, a transcendent detachment appeared in Mu Yunyang's eyes—a detachment devoid of any desire for life or fear of death, as if he had reached the legendary state of a saint.

I'm free!
The thought flashed through my mind, and then I felt dizzy. The next moment, my dim vision was suddenly illuminated by a bright light. Along with this momentary blindness, all sorts of sounds entered my ears—

"The blue sky has died, the yellow sky shall rise, the year is Jiazi, and the world will be blessed!"

"When autumn comes on September 8th, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die. The fragrance will spread through Chang'an, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

"Why not march on Tokyo and seize this throne!"

"Let's take up our swords and march to Luoyang, today is the day!"

……

"What kind of nonsense is this!" A cultivator's five senses are extremely sharp. Although the voices varied in volume and distance, Mu Yunyang heard them all. Not to mention that the literacy rate in this world is already high, a cultivator who wants to cultivate smoothly certainly cannot be illiterate.

Mu Yunyang could understand the meaning behind these words to some extent, but it was precisely because he understood them that he found them incomprehensible.

What puzzled him even more was that these sounds all sounded very familiar!

The sense of transcendence that had arisen from the impending death shattered completely upon hearing this abrupt and eerie voice, followed by a goosebump that rose up from the tailbone to the top of the head.

Having fallen from sainthood to the mortal realm once more, it was as if all his arduous cultivation had vanished in an instant, and he couldn't help but tremble all over. Just then, by sheer coincidence, his vision finally returned from the brightness, and he saw that the "demonic cultivator" was holding a ball of pale silver light and walking towards him.

"Stop! Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Like an unlucky guy in a horror movie who sees a ghost slowly approaching, Mu Yunyang frantically waved his hands and retreated, but accidentally tripped and fell. Even so, he continued to move backward, not even noticing that his magic power had returned to normal.

Looking at the cultivator who seemed to have gone mad with fright, Feng Xue tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and then reached out to grab him.

Mo Ying and Feng Xue's teamwork was already superb. With a grab of his hand, a suction force surged out, and Mu Yunyang, who was sitting on the ground, was suddenly thrown up before he could resist. He flew backward like Wolverine being grabbed by Magneto.

"Relax, it's normal to feel a little dizzy!"

With a snap, Feng Xue slapped the Emperor's Essence into Mu Yunyang's head, but to prevent the cultivator's spiritual consciousness from becoming too resilient, she used a bit of the Martial Invocation technique.

But then Mu Yunyang let out a howl, and a huge bump immediately swelled up on his forehead. Then, as if possessed, he straightened up, his legs together, and suddenly began to chant:
“Dragon-like creature…”

"It's done!"

(End of this chapter)