In an era where everyone is cultivating immortality, the system wants me to become a demon?

Chapter 354 Leng Qianliu: I have everything I need now!
Xuan Haoran walked slowly up the steps leading to the third floor.

The steps were long, and at his seemingly slow but actually fast pace, it would probably take him about ten minutes to climb them.

Normally, he could see the scenery on the third floor twenty seconds earlier than others by relying on his ability to foresee the future, but for some reason, every time he took a step up, it seemed as if an invisible string in his mind would twitch.

That was a crazy warning sign of his inspiration.

It seems there's something on there that would drive an ordinary person crazy just by looking at it!
"call--"

Xuan Haoran took a deep breath where the live streaming equipment couldn't see him and murmured to himself:
"Doing it this way will cost extra!"

Soon, he had covered most of the path leading to the third spiral staircase, and in just a few more seconds he would be able to see the view from the third level.

But after taking this step, Xuan Haoran's steps came to a halt once again.

With his back to the audience, he once again mentally prepared himself.

This scene left the audience very curious.

What exactly is the future that Xuan Haoran saw twenty seconds ahead?
Is the mastermind behind the corruption of the entire pagoda personally guarding the gate?
Or is there a crisis even more dangerous than being besieged by 160 school team members?

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xuan Haoran gritted his teeth and went up again, quickly entering the third level.

Twenty seconds later, the live stream appeared on the large screen outside the tower.

For some reason, the live stream was distorted, with white noise appearing intermittently, accompanied by occasional blackouts and screen transitions, and a hissing sound, as if it was being interfered with.

However, this does not prevent the audience from clearly seeing the scene on the third floor.

Then, everyone gasped, feeling a chill run down their spines.

On a sea of ​​black mud that filled the earth, reflecting a world of scarlet blood, one after another twisted fertility trees, imbued with a strong sense of fertility worship, rose from the ground, one every twenty meters, densely packed together.

From time to time, an embryo-like fruit will grow on the branches of the mother tree. Then, driven by the black mud, it will grow rapidly, become twisted and deformed, and finally tear off the outer membrane, falling to the ground like a child weighing a thousand pounds.

Every monster that grows from the Mother Tree of Life will let out a loud cry upon birth.

This cry lacked the joy of new life; instead, it was filled with a terrible pollution.

Even through the Nine Extremes Exquisite Pagoda and the virtual screen, many viewers with cultivation levels below the Foundation Establishment stage experienced persistent tinnitus and seemed to be seeing all sorts of distorted and insane hallucinations.

After these pitch-black monsters finished crying, they did not choose to attack people, but instead darted into the black mud.

The surrounding area then returned to calm.

But these monsters lurking in the shadows are even more terrifying, aren't they?

Because no one knows how many monsters have already been born beneath the black mud.

However... the fact that the entire breeding mother tree filled the third level was not the main cause of the terror on the third level.

This thing isn't even a secondary cause.

Because here, evil creations comparable to the Mother Tree of Procreation abound.

A bizarre Taoist soldier, over ten meters tall and stitched together from grayish-white, rotting flesh, walks on the black mud.

Constructed from twisted, spiraling white bones, and covered in blood-like threads, the Spirit Network base stations pierced the clouds like pillars reaching to the heavens.

A distorted illusion, a deformed monster formed by the fusion of dozens or even hundreds of spirit beasts, and a blood-red, dark array—all these elements, all in the main color scheme of the third level, together create an environment that is extremely eerie.

The one who controls this distorted realm is a young woman.

A young girl who seemed to have not yet graduated from university and still appeared quite naive.

She held a book and stood quietly opposite Xuan Haoran, without making a sound or taking any action.

But beneath that extreme tranquility, there seems to be an unimaginable madness and curse.

It gave me goosebumps.

"Who is this girl? I've never seen her among the two hundred members of the school team before."

In the audience, a somewhat confused audience member asked a question.

The young woman on the screen was dressed very provocatively, and her long hair seemed to have been contaminated by some force, its color becoming filthy, like a rainbow spreading out.

On her arms and bare thighs, there were engraved demonic runes drawn from strange symbols.

No matter how you look at it, she's the kind of delinquent female villain you often see in campus movies.

Of course, this girl is very beautiful, with a pair of beautiful eyes that seem to hold the shimmering water, making it impossible to look away.

So who exactly is this girl?

Soon, a viewer who was a graduate of Xinghe University noticed something amiss.

He could vaguely make out the school emblem belonging to the Department of Taoism and Law of Xinghe University on the school uniform that had been altered beyond recognition.

Ignoring the other person's long black hair with its strange color, and imagining a pair of thick glasses on the other person's nose, a person who is all too familiar to Xinghe University appears.

"It's...it's Senior Sister Leng!"

Upon recognizing the person, the audience member from Xinghe University immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Who! Senior Leng? Is it the Senior Leng I'm thinking of?!"

A stir ran through the room, with gasps of surprise and skepticism rising and falling.

But after linking the rebellious girl with Leng Qianliu, more and more people discovered the similarities between the two. The undeniable facts forced them to reach a desperate conclusion.

Once a model student who loved learning, Senior Sister Leng has quickly degenerated into a delinquent girl under Su Yuan's seduction.

The Federation was number one! Has it really fallen so low?

Moreover, there was not a trace of black mud on his body. How did Su Yuan manage to do that?
For a moment, many people couldn't help but turn their gaze to a figure in the front row of the audience.

He was a stern, bookish middle-aged man.

He is the head of the Department of Taoist Law at Xinghe University, the father of the Holy Maiden Tianhui, and the recognized master of Taoist law below the Nascent Soul stage, the True Lord of Star Picking.

The audience was filled with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, eager to see how Zhaixing Zhenjun would react to Leng Qianliu's transformation.

As expected, the already serious expression on True Monarch Zhaixing's face turned even more ashen.

It was as if there was a volcano about to erupt in his heart, ready to burst forth at any moment.

Wow! Looks like there will be an off-site PK after the sword-testing tournament ends!
Paying for one ticket to see two shows is acceptable.

Tai Baiji, who was in the same row as Zhaixing Zhenjun but not next to him, silently buried his head, sweating profusely.

He is now very worried that the Star-Picking True Lord will come and settle accounts with him directly.

What should he do then?
Should we betray Su Yuan? Or betray him? Or betray him?

Fortunately, the offline competition between teachers and elders did not take place, and the audience turned their attention back to the virtual screen.

Inside the Nine Extremes Exquisite Pagoda, Xuan Haoran was stunned for a while before recognizing the other party.

"Tianhui?"

He asked tentatively.

Tianhui Saintess Leng Qianliu made no move, but her eyes flickered in response.

Xuan Haoran took a deep breath, unsure of what to say.

He could clearly sense that the nurturing mother tree, the white bone base station, the corrupted Dao soldiers, and everything else around him were all closely connected to Leng Qianliu and were created by her own hands.

Furthermore, the power within Leng Qianliu's body was extremely chaotic, with various schools of Dao seeds seemingly gathered together, intertwined and indistinguishable from one another.

Xuan Haoran guessed that Leng Qianliu's situation was similar to Zhu Tianqing's; both of them had been infused with other people's divine abilities by Su Yuan.

However, the latter only possessed three Nascent Soul Divine Powers, while the former had many more.

He said in a deep voice:
"Just how many Nascent Soul stage divine abilities have you mastered? Having more isn't necessarily better; be careful not to overeat and burst your stomach!"

Faced with this question, Leng Qianliu's stiff expression finally shifted, and in a hoarse voice, with the madness of a seeker of the Dao, she said:
"I have everything I need now."

"You don't lack anything?"

Xuan Haoran's pupils contracted slightly, and he almost couldn't maintain his dead fish eyes:
"You mean you swallowed all twenty-two complete Nascent Soul inheritances from the Ten Great Immortal Sects?"

Leng Qianliu smiled and said:

"What's wrong with that?"

"The opportunity to acquire knowledge is right in front of me, why shouldn't I take it?"

"I not only want to, but I also want to study them in depth, understand their depths, and explore the mysteries hidden beneath their supernatural powers!"

"But the Divine Transformation Technique is too profound. Taking that miraculous pill once or twice is simply not enough for me. I need more!"

"More! More!! More!!!"

As she spoke, the girl's tone gradually turned crazed, and her gaze toward Xuan Haoran suddenly turned crimson and bloodthirsty, as if she were looking at a delicious prey.

At the same instant, the Mother Tree of Propagation, the Fusion Spirit Beast, the Corrupted Dao Soldiers, the White Bone Base Station, and other things, whether alive or not, all turned towards Xuan Haoran, locking onto him firmly.

"What the hell has Su Yuan turned this into?"

"Can't live without pills? What kind of pills can make you so addicted!"

Xuan Haoran internally complained.

But he didn't have time to communicate with Leng Qianliu any further, because she had already launched her attack.

Giant, zombie-like Dao soldiers and ferocious fused spirit beasts were already pouncing on him.

These things have long been tainted by the black mud and carry the power of blood corruption. Once injured by them, they will bleed uncontrollably.

Xuan Haoran dared not be negligent. Relying on the effect of the precognitive silk, he quickly dodged one attack after another and rushed back towards Leng Qianliu's main body.

But after taking only a few steps forward, he seemed to sense something and his body retreated rapidly.

Immediately, a blood-red magic array hidden beneath the black mud beneath his feet erupted, unleashing a terrifying explosion with a radius of up to a kilometer.

The corrupt soldiers who were caught in the blast were easily torn apart by the explosion.

It should be noted that the physical strength of the corrupt Dao soldier is already close to that of many peak Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The power of the formation is self-evident; it's designed to kill people.

(End of this chapter)