Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"You're here too!" Arriving at the foot of Iron Coffin Mountain, Zhu Bufan saw a shadowy figure standing not far away. Zhu Bufan knew at once that this shadow was Anu. Zhu Bufan approached him and spoke.

Anu glanced at Iron Coffin Mountain, then said to Zhu Bufan, "What do you plan to do?"

The reason Anu trusted Zhu Bufan during the day was because of his understanding of demonized individuals, as he was one himself. Moreover, during the day, he vaguely sensed the familiar Demonic Qi here. The reason he left during the day was not to put Tang Qingcheng in danger, as Old Mi was to him like a second set of parents. He knew Zhu Bufan would come back at night, but he could not concern himself with that anymore, because this time he was determined to have Zhu Bufan retrieve the skeleton to save Tang Qingcheng's father. And tonight, he was here to scout the way.

"Go up and take a look! What else can be done?" Zhu Bufan shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter and said.

"Alright!"

At the foot of the mountain, it was unclear whether it was due to the magnetic field weakening at night or something else, but the attraction was not as strong as during the day.

The attraction here had no effect on Anu. Anu vanished with a flash into the dense forest, with Zhu Bufan quickly following suit, disappearing into the woods.

"Uncle Anu, this fog is a bit strange!" Zhu Bufan said.

"Don't talk, hold your breath. This fog is a hallucinogenic poison. Once inhaled excessively, it will cause hallucinations. Even the strongest experts will be poisoned if they breathe in too much," Anu said. After speaking, he went silent and held his breath as he focused and passed through the foggy area.

Zhu Bufan instantly entered the foggy area.

Once inside the zone, Zhu Bufan deeply felt the potency of this fog. A moment of distraction could cause one to inhale the poison and give rise to a powerfully convincing hallucination.

Just like that, Zhu Bufan carelessly breathed in a mouthful, and his thoughts drifted back to something that happened when he was young. Back then, he was small, naive, mischievous, a glutton. The scene shifted directly to a time when he tried to steal plums from someone's tree.

At that time, the plums had not yet ripened, colloquially known as "green bumps". Zhu Bufan and two buddies ran to the plum tree planted by someone else, and then he climbed up to pick plums. One buddy was on lookout, and the other was ready to receive below. Unexpectedly, the house's big yellow dog, fierce and formidable, burst out of somewhere while they were excitedly stealing.

Standing under the tree, the lookout buddy shouted, "Run!" and then the lookout and the receiver both ran faster than eagles could fly, even disregarding the plums Zhu Bufan had just picked.

As a result, that big yellow dog seemed to understand human nature, realizing that the main culprit was in the tree. It didn't chase the two fleeing buddies but instead stood guard under the plum tree, staring straight at Zhu Bufan in the tree, drooling as if seeing Zhu Bufan as a delicious luncheon. Zhu Bufan was terrified and cried out loud.

However, this hallucination induced by the poison shifted the scene abruptly. Zhu Bufan didn't know how, but the ferocious big yellow dog had bitten him, strongly conveying its intent to shred him apart. Zhu Bufan first saw one of his arms being bitten off by the big yellow dog, then the other arm, followed by one leg, and then the other. Lastly came the head. It seemed that Zhu Bufan could vividly see and feel that bloody process.

Even the intense pain of being torn apart by the big yellow dog was something Zhu Bufan could deeply experience, causing sweat to pour from him in droplets, while his forehead was covered in beads of sweat as big as beans. It was as if there was a ferocious big yellow dog right in front of him, and he was waiting for it to finally tear his head apart, so real-looking. And at this moment, he could only stare with wide eyes, unable to move, helplessly watching the ferocious dog approach his head leisurely, opening its bloody mouth and pouncing towards his head.

Seeing his head about to be torn apart by the huge yellow dog, Zhu Bufan's eyes bulged in horror. The scent of death instantly spread throughout his body, even reaching his limbs that were still bleeding profusely after being ripped apart by the dog.

This surreal, graphic scene was shockingly immersive; his nerves were stretched to the breaking point, as if the horror was unfolding in real time, pushing Zhu Bufan to the brink of despair.

It was as if, in that moment, Zhu Bufan could feel Death approaching. Was he about to die?

Just then, the Divine Needle in Zhu Bufan's mind began to spin rapidly, emitting waves of blue light that relaxed his body immensely, bringing an indescribable sense of peace.

His murky vision cleared instantly, and the vivid hallucinatory images that felt so real vanished without a trace.

"This thing is too powerful; had it not been for this Divine Needle of mine, I probably would've been literally scared to death!" Zhu Bufan thought to himself, still shaken.

He spoke no more and dashed through the mist without lingering for even a moment.

The silhouette of Anu had already disappeared. Initially, Zhu Bufan believed his own power to be superior to that of Anu's.

But now it seemed that he might actually be weaker.

However, at this moment, Zhu Bufan did not dwell too much on this issue.

So, the next instant, Zhu Bufan hastened up the slopes toward Iron Coffin Mountain.

Zhu Bufan stealthily avoided the soldiers in camouflage patrolling with assault rifles around the perimeter of the Demonized Base, and arrived at a corner of the Sacrificial Altar which he had observed in the daylight. He didn't dare get too close to the rapidly spinning black disc on the altar, fearful of being sucked onto it.

Zhu Bufan glanced briefly at the black disc, not knowing what material it was made of, but it possessed an incredibly strong gravitational pull and emitted an intense Demonic Qi. With the rotation of the disc, this Demonic Qi was continuously infused into the bodies of the young, robust men tied to the pillars.

Upon closer inspection, Zhu Bufan realized that the Demonic Qi did not originate from the black disc itself but was drawn from another location by the disc and transferred into the bodies of these strapping young men.

Where then was the source of this Demonic Qi?

With his Supreme Eyes activated, Zhu Bufan began to observe his surroundings intently, wishing to uncover the origin of the billowing Demonic Qi. He quickly discovered that it came from beneath the Sacrificial Altar.

And shockingly, beneath the altar was a grave.

The billowing streams of Demonic Qi were seeping out from this grave, then absorbed by the black disc, which relayed them into the bodies of the young, robust men.