Traveling through the Immortal Realm: Starting from Becoming a Top-Level Furnace Cauldron

Lu Yuguan sat in his seat in a daze, looking around at his classmates who were chattering and making a lot of noise.

It was as if the giant bird that fell from the sky had never appeared.

"Oh my god! Lu Bao——" Jin Xiaoxiao's familiar face suddenly came into Lu Yuguan's sight.

It was still that annoying face, as if it would start mocking him again in the next second.

"what."

Lu Yuguan covered Jin Xiaoxiao's pouting mouth with his hand and pushed him aside with a look of disgust.

Jin Xiaoxiao was instantly unhappy and complained, "Lu Baoer, you've changed your heart. You weren't like this before."

System (alert): Why does this sound familiar?

"What do you mean by changing your mind? Don't be disgusting me here!" Lu Yuguan glanced outside the door and gestured to Jin Xiaoxiao, "If you have nowhere to go to be a jerk, look, Li Ziming just went over there."

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at Lu Yuguan suspiciously and said, "Li Ziming? What does this have to do with him?"

"Isn't that your dream lover?" Lu Yuguan joked.

Jin Xiaoxiao made a "hmm" sound and felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was possessed by a ghost.

"I can't even hide from him, why would I go looking for him? Am I going to get punished?"

"Night Piano Girl, you really don't remember her?"

"What are you mumbling about, Lubao? You don't have a fever, do you?"

Lu Yuguan also touched his head. It was obvious that Jin Xiaojian's memory was incomplete.

[Host, these are all illusions. The more difficult something is to understand in the main world, the harder it is to replicate.] The system reminded.

Oh……

and so……

Is Li Ziming's behavior incomprehensible?

Lu Yuguan was horrified when he thought about it, and instantly comforted Jin Xiaoxiao from the original world.

"Stop rambling on for now," Jiang Cong, who was sitting behind Lu Yuguan, suddenly handed over a homework book. "Please return it to Xiaoxiao. I've finished copying it."

Lu Yuguan looked back with a complicated expression, and Jiang Cong's micro-fragmented cover was still so eye-catching.

Ok……

It seems that the skill of copying homework is understood by the whole world.

Lu Yuguan took the homework book and then handed it to Jin Xiaoxiao, giving her a meaningful look. Jin Xiaoxiao took the homework book with a bewildered look on her face, but then she regained her signature playful smile, as if everything that had just happened was just a minor incident.

"Hey, Tong-chan, you know what, I really miss coming back to attend class again!" Lu Yuguan muttered in his heart, with a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

[If you were to go back to the time before the college entrance examination—]

The system rarely saw Lu Yuguan so emotional, so it asked casually.

“I think people shouldn’t look back.”

Lu Yuguan interrupted the system's speech with a serious expression.

System: ...It’s me.

Lu Yuguan continued to look around, trying to find flaws in this seemingly familiar scene.

Since Zhang Tianshi wants them to escape from the illusion, he must stay awake and find a way to leave this illusion.

"Xiaoxiao, do you remember the last time we skipped class to play games in the Internet cafe together?" Lu Yuguan suddenly asked with a hint of temptation in his tone.

Jin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Lu Bao, you have such a bad memory. When have we ever skipped class? We are good students, right?"

Lu Yuguan's heart trembled as he realized that Jin Xiaoxiao's answer did not match his memory. This further confirmed his suspicion that this illusion was trying to distort their memories and confuse their judgment.

"No, Xiaoxiao, we did skip class, and we were caught by the teacher that time." Lu Yuguan said firmly. He tried to use his own memory to awaken Jin Xiaoxiao's true memory.

However, Jin Xiaoxiao just shook her head, with a helpless smile: "Lu Bao, have you been under too much pressure from studying recently? You've started talking nonsense."

Lu Yuguan did not give up. He continued to try various methods to awaken Jin Xiaoxiao and others' true memories, but to no avail.

At this moment, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open and a familiar figure walked in. It was their head teacher, Lao Ban.

"Students, we are going to have a mock exam today. Please take it seriously." The teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, but Lu Yuguan felt an inexplicable chill.

He suddenly looked up at his teacher, a hint of doubt in his eyes. Why in this dream world, even the image of the teacher had become so vague and uncertain?

"Teacher, isn't this the exam time?" Lu Yuguan asked with courage, trying to find clues from the teacher's reaction.

However, the teacher just smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to hide some deep meaning: "Student Lu, you remembered it wrongly. This is the time for the exam. Please start answering the questions."

As Teacher Li finished speaking, the classroom suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of pens scratching across paper.

Lu Yuguan looked at the test paper in his hand, his heart in confusion.

Not a buddy?

Physics question?

I really don’t know how to do it!

Besides, I didn’t choose physics, what a damn illusion!

Lu Yuguan suddenly understood what really frightened him.

Outside the illusion, Zhang Tianshi was standing at the exit, using the rich spiritual energy of the Lotus Tower to practice his skills. After all, to create an illusion of this level, it really took a lot of spiritual energy.

"Let me see what these brats have come to."

After Zhang Tianshi finished speaking, he waved his hand, and dozens of light balls began to revolve around the light gate. The brighter the color of the light ball, the more terrifying the depth of the corresponding illusion.

"what?"

Zhang Tianshi frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on an unusually flickering ball of light. The brightness of the ball of light almost covered the surrounding light and shadow, making it look particularly unusual.

"As expected of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the talent of a single spiritual root is truly extraordinary."

At this time, Li Chonglin was groping step by step in the illusion.

If there were any important officials from the Ministry of Justice present here, they would certainly be able to see that the place where Li Chonglin was located was not his bedroom, but the dungeon used by the royal family to interrogate prisoners.

Li Zhonglin walked on the cold, damp stone pavement, and a dull echo echoed around him. Every breath of air here seemed to be condensed with despair and pain, and even breathing became unusually heavy.

"What is this place?" He frowned, trying to search his memory for any clues about this place. But as a prince, he had never set foot in such a dark place, let alone in his dreams or fantasies.

Suddenly, the sound of dragging chains broke the dead silence, and a vague figure slowly emerged in the dim light. The figure was thin and ragged, and seemed to be dragged forward by an invisible force.

Li Chonglin's heart tightened and he followed involuntarily, wanting to find out what was going on.

As he went deeper, he found the walls covered in bloodstains and faint scratches, as if recording the painful experiences of the past. And the imprisoned "prisoners" all had haggard faces, their eyes gleaming with the hope of survival, but also shrouded in despair.

"Who are you?" Li Chonglin stopped, his voice soft but resonating in the silent dungeon. However, the "prisoners" simply glanced up at him and then lowered their heads again, as if they had lost the strength to speak.

At this moment, a deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "This is your fate, Your Highness."

Li Chonglin turned abruptly, only to see a figure in a black robe standing not far away, its face hidden in the shadow of its hood, making it impossible to see its true appearance. But that voice, like a sharp dagger, pierced his heart.

"My destiny?" he asked warily, with an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The man in black robes approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on his heartstrings.

"Yes, do you know whose subordinates these prisoners belong to?"

The black-robed man stopped in front of Li Zhonglin and looked directly into his eyes through the shadow of his hood. Li Zhonglin felt a chill, as if that gaze could penetrate his soul.

"These are all your subjects who tried to rebel against you." The man in black robe spoke in a low voice with a chilling majesty.

"Resist me?" Li Chonglin couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

He had never even been to this place, let alone imprisoning others as a prince.

"This illusion seems to be nothing more than a falsehood."

"Is it fake?" The man in black robe smiled sinisterly and pulled off his hood. Only then did Li Chonglin see the other person's face clearly. It was actually himself!

Li Chonglin was shocked. The scene before him made him feel extremely terrified. He looked at his own face and felt a strange and eerie aura.

"How is this possible?" Li Chonglin couldn't believe what he saw.

The black-robed man sneered, a sly glint in his eyes. "Your Highness, don't you understand? I am you. I know everything you're thinking. It's only a matter of time before these little scenes happen."

Li Chonglin frowned, trying to find the answer from his memory, but found that everything was unfamiliar to him. He began to wonder if this was really his inner world, or if it was an illusion playing tricks on his mind.

"What exactly do you want me to see?" Li Chonglin asked, his voice full of confusion and anxiety.

The black-robed figure slowly approached, his deep voice echoing in the dungeon: "Your Highness, these ministers imprisoned by your own hands are all that man's confidants..."

Li Chonglin silently looked at the man in black robe in front of him, but the other party's dark figure became blurred again on the stone road, and finally turned into the face he was most familiar with.

"What's wrong, Royal Brother... don't you recognize me?" The black shadow laughed strangely.

"Damn evil spirit, take my sword!"

Li Chonglin could no longer hold back. With a roar, he drew the longsword from his waist, and the sword light flowed like water in the dim dungeon. However, the black shadow showed no fear and instead let out an even more shrill laugh.

"Royal brother, have you forgotten that we all know this sword technique? We were taught by the same master, and we can't break it." The black shadow said jokingly.

Li Chonglin was shocked. The black shadow in front of him could not only transform into Li Chongjiu's appearance, but even knew his swordsmanship and had the same master as him.

"Who are you?" Li Chonglin asked in a deep voice, trying to find clues from the other party's words.

The shadow just continued to laugh shrilly, as if mocking Li Zhonglin's ignorance. "Brother, have you truly forgotten? The time we spent together, the days we practiced together, have you forgotten everything?"

"What on earth do you want to do by playing tricks on me?" Li Chonglin tightly gripped the sword in his hand and stared at the black shadow vigilantly.

The shadow suddenly stopped laughing, his voice growing deep and cold. "I just want you to understand that what you believe to be the truth is nothing but a lie carefully woven by others. You think you are the crown prince, the future emperor, but are you truly sure that you can naturally become emperor?"

Li Chonglin was shocked and felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

"Nonsense!" Li Chonglin roared, swinging his sword towards the shadow. However, the shadow dodged his attack easily, as if it knew his moves well.

"Brother, you are still so impulsive." The black shadow mocked, "It seems you still need some training."

Li Chonglin was furious, but he knew that anger alone would not be enough to defeat the shadow in front of him. He had to calm down and find the opponent's flaw.

"Tell me, who are you?" Li Chonglin asked again, with a hint of determination in his voice.

The shadowy figure shouted sternly, "Your Highness, I am your brother, Li Chongjiu!—"