Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Zhang Ze saw a place that felt so familiar.

This mountain, this ravine, this tree, this big pit.

In the Void Illusion Realm, Nameless brought Zhang Ze to the Spiritual Snake Helm.

To be precise, it was the old site of the Spiritual Snake Helm.

The Spiritual Snake Helm that Zhang Ze had blown up, and then was plowed over by the Sword Sect experts.

The so-called place where dreams begin.

"Hiding in plain sight, turns out it's here."

Revisiting old ground in someone else's dream, Zhang Ze initially planned to set the mood a little, but Nameless had no patience whatsoever.

Nameless grabbed Zhang Ze's arm and threw him into the snow.

Since it was in a dream, Zhang Ze felt no pain.

"Zhang Yida, are you afraid of the cold? How do you like this place?"

Showing his true nature, Nameless no longer concealed his cultivation.

Without waiting for Zhang Ze to speak, he formed a seal with one hand, detonating three Gu Pills inside Zhang Ze.

From within, Gu insects broke out from the pills, one red and one white, crawling under Zhang Ze's skin, leaving black-purple scorched marks wherever they went.

Another one was burrowing into Zhang Ze's organs.

"Painful! So painful!" Zhang Ze cried out theatrically without any sensation.

Then, pretending he couldn't bear the pain, he started rolling in the snow.

Rolling and rolling until he rolled into a snowdrift, briefly disappearing from Nameless's sight.

When Nameless stepped forward and appeared again beside Zhang Ze, the real Zhang Ze had already escaped from Nameless's dream.

The one lying in the snow, screaming, was the 'Zhang Yida' conjured by Nameless's imagination.

Zhang Ze calmly observed from the side, even taking some time to document the symptoms of Gu insect eruptions.

Although in the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror's Void Illusion Realm, Nameless's desires were magnified, Zhang Ze hadn't expected Nameless to be so ruthless.

Zhang Ze counted, Nameless had put about thirty Gu combined.

"Do I really invite that much hate?" Zhang Ze muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, he deemed it wasn't his fault.

After all, Nameless sought vengeance against Zhang Yida, what did it have to do with Zhang Ze?

He was a proper cultivator of the Righteous Path.

Once Nameless's imagination ran out, having tried every method that couldn't kill but was worse than death, he dragged the unconscious 'Zhang Yida' towards a rock wall.

Zhang Ze, having escaped the dream, was now unseen by Nameless.

He followed Nameless with a small notebook, simply observing and recording Nameless's actions like a specter.

Watching Nameless use a secret technique to open a hidden door on the rock wall, Zhang Ze noted the lock's password.

Watching Nameless pull out the Black King Order, and contact his subordinates hidden in the secret realm, Zhang Ze noted the activation code and usage method for the Black King Order.

At this point in the dream, Zhang Ze's task was essentially complete.

Later, he would finish off Nameless, then find out what new surprises might arise from the old site of the Spiritual Snake Helm, and the matter would be settled.

But Zhang Ze was greedy, he wanted to see if he could extract clues to the Hundred Demons Sect's main helm.

So he re-entered the dream, taking up the identity of Zhang Yida.

Nameless felt the person in his grip move slightly, and when he looked down, he saw the cultivator called 'Zhang Yida' staring daggers at him.

"Heh, despicable dog of the Demon Path." Zhang Ze coughed and spat out two insects.

"We cultivators and you scoundrels are irreconcilable enemies."

"Ah, you hypocritical dogs..."

Although to the point of gasping, looking like he was about to die, Zhang Ze's mouth continued relentlessly, cursing Nameless from head to toe.

The central theme he aimed to express was, even if dead, nailed into a coffin, he would yell from the grave, using his decayed vocal cords...

Nameless squeezed Zhang Ze's throat, lifting him up.

"Yell what?"

"Yell, I want to see you perish with my own eyes. Bah."

A red Gu insect mixed with some sort of substance was spat onto Nameless's face.

Nameless's eyebrow twitched.

"Alright, alright, like watching, right? Then I'll indulge you!"

In Nameless's hand, black gas entwined, forming a scorpion-shaped Gu insect, which crawled to Zhang Ze's neck and bit down.

Zhang Ze's body instantly turned to black ash, leaving only his head held by Nameless.

"Since you like watching, I'll make sure you continue to watch. Now I'll refine you into a Flying Head Gu, keeping you by my side." The black gas in Nameless's hand enveloped Zhang Ze's mouth and nose.

"So you can watch properly, whether the Six Sects perish first or my Hundred Demons Sect rules over the Four Continents!"

The decapitated Zhang Ze wanted to ridicule, the two scenarios were essentially the same.

But upon consideration, decided against it; his current identity being instantly refined into a head.

Casually interjecting seemed inappropriate.

Seizing the moment as his head got enveloped by dark energy, Zhang Ze logged off once again.

All he could do was done.

As for how long Nameless could continue dreaming, whether the refined Zhang Ze turned into a trophy would be taken back to the main helm in the dream.

Whether the Profound Identification Void Illusion Realm could simulate to such extents.

Whether the Hundred Demons Sect had some bizarre restriction magical artifact, these were not under Zhang Ze's control.

Let fate take its course, tagging behind Nameless, Zhang Ze awaited Nameless to open the final hidden door.

He was indeed curious, what was the Hundred Demons Sect trying to achieve by creating such a great snowstorm in Cyan Thorn?

What could be still hiding beneath the old Spiritual Snake Helm, already overturned by the Sword Sect?

Yet at this moment, the Void Illusion Realm encountered a problem.

Perhaps because Zhang Yida had been refined into a Flying Head Gu, Nameless's resentment had dissipated.

Or recalling childhood memories while strolling in the Water Snake Palace softened his heart slightly.

Or was it a sparring session with the Sword Sect person reminding Nameless of the small sect he had personally destroyed?

Or perhaps in Cyan Thorn, his mission had been perfectly completed, leaving him unburdened by attachment.

Ultimately, Nameless let out a long-held breath.

His dream began to slide deeper into the sea of consciousness, dropping to the place he most wished to return.

Changes occurred in the Void Illusion Realm.

Nameless returned to the East Sea.

After the secret door opened, Nameless saw a cave.

Behind him, the rainstorm mixed with rolling thunder poured down from the sky, pale blue lightning splitting the waves.

The fierce wind howled, drenching Nameless's clothes.

He saw a half-grown child standing in the cave, the child had a shaved head, chubby with a faded shirt.

"Gazi, come on, I found a nice place, hurry and get in to avoid the rain."

Gazi was Nameless's nickname, and this child was his brother who was long gone.

Nameless's gaze softened momentarily, he nodded, wanting to speak, but suddenly shut his mouth.

Nameless realized this was all fake.

At the moment when his brother was about to grab his sleeve, Nameless stepped back and then closed the secret door.

He had already walked too far on this demon path, there was no reason to turn back now.

Let the past be the past, Nameless never regrets.

The rainstorm and sea vanished without a trace, and the surroundings returned to the cold dungeon of the Spiritual Snake Helm.

Nameless closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his spirit was like a fierce tiger.

The dream awoke, the Void Illusion Realm naturally dissipated.

"What a pity." Zhang Ze sighed, it seemed the plan of following clues failed.

Nameless found himself standing in a dark space.

A young man he didn't recognize squatted in front of him.

"Hey, good afternoon." Zhang Ze greeted Nameless.

"It's you!" Nameless didn't recognize the face, but remembered the voice.

It was the person called Zhang Yida.

No matter the identity of this person, Nameless didn't want to hear him talk now.

Without visibly lifting his hand, a black light drove through Zhang Ze's chest.

And the Zhang Ze who had long slipped outside the black border looked at his projection that was wiped out instantly, clicking his tongue.

"Turns out an angry Half-Step Nascent Soul is so formidable."

"But it's good, just right for testing the other functions of the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror."

Zhang Ze took out the two-page manual previously written by the Profound Identification from the Hundred Treasures Bag, and placed a small stool on the ground.

After finding a comfortable position to sit, Zhang Ze drew a check mark behind the spells [Void Illusion Realm][Profound Identification Questioning][Virtual Spirit in the Mirror].

There were three large spells and seven small spells listed after the manual.

Zhang Ze felt that Mr. Nameless had great skills, he should be able to withstand them.

...

Unfortunately, Mr. Nameless didn't withstand it.

Zhang Ze holding the Ink Sword lent by his master, looked at the clothes Nameless left behind, slightly dazed.

Just now Mr. Nameless fed himself to the Gu insect, obliterated his own Divine Soul, sacrificed himself to the Lifebound Gu Insect, instantly breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, planning for a desperate fight.

Then it was suppressed by the Profound Identification Magic Mirror.

And then, Nameless died.

"How are you so powerful?" This was Zhang Ze's second time asking the Profound Identification that question.

As soon as Zhang Ze spoke, a line of white text appeared on the black ground in front of him.

[You didn't ask]

The Profound Identification Treasure Mirror replied for the second time.

Zhang Ze felt invincible but also not completely invincible.

In theory, as long as Zhang Ze could lure a Nascent Soul expert into the mirror, he could defeat them across levels.

But the problem arose, how could the small mouse put a bell on the big cat.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Ze stopped thinking.

Consider it tomorrow.

"First, let's enjoy a sword array."

This Ink Sword he soon had to return to his master, so while he had the time, Zhang Ze decided to play a little longer.

Zhang Ze injected spiritual Qi into the sword, lightly swung it.....

A puddle with a diameter of three meters appeared at Zhang Ze's feet.

"..."

After injecting spiritual Qi again, the puddle became a chessboard only enough for Gomoku.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ze consoled himself, "I'm only at Foundation Establishment, it'll get better in the future."

Dismissing the sword array, he leaned over to pick up Nameless's Storage Ring, and burned Nameless's clothes with fire.

The reward for the system task arrived precisely at this moment in Zhang Ze's hands.

Nameless, as a special envoy of the Hundred Demons Sect, and cultivation at Half-Step Nascent Soul, the achievements of the few long-line tasks Zhang Ze took on before, [Hundred Demons' Leader] and [True Monarch of Demon Suppression] also provided stage rewards respectively.

Looking at the two golden boxes in the system, Zhang Ze planned to open them together after everything was thoroughly resolved.

He stepped out of the Profound Identification Treasure Mirror.

As soon as he exited, Zhang Ze noticed the atmosphere was a bit odd.

Li sat on the ground, burping and getting sleepy again, Third Elder muttered in pain and happiness, while his master seemed to be in a good mood.

These three ignored each other.

Zhang Ze picked up Li, placed it on his shoulder, and handed the notes he had just organized to his master.

The notes recorded the information gathered from Nameless.

"Master, have a look, I'll call my junior brother, and then the three of us as master and disciples..."

Zhang Ze moved quickly, didn't finish speaking before wanting to leave.

However, after running for a while, he realized he was only stepping in place, and then he was stunned and picked up by Li.

"Return the sword." Li flipped Zhang Ze around to face him.

"Master, your memory is too great, you said this disciple earned a huge merit..."

"One."

Zhang Ze wanted to stall a bit more but seeing his master starting to count, he had no choice but to return the Ink Sword to his master.

"Different matters count separately, discuss this Ink Sword after you reach Golden Core."

Li flipped his wrist and put away the Ink Sword that Zhang Ze yearned for.

"Let's go, official matters are urgent."

[Snow Falling on Cyan Thorn, task progress at 50%]