Practice begins with immortality

When Wang Bo stepped through the door leading to Archives Room Zero, a chill washed over him, as if he were stepping step by step into an endless abyss. And once he entered the so-called Archives Room Zero, all he saw was a vast, boundless, silent space, as dead and silent as a dead universe.

In this eerie space, only the vast bookshelves, floating in the air, loomed. These bookshelves towered into the clouds, seemingly supporting the entire dark sky. Atop them, a dazzling array of books and stone tablets lay haphazardly arranged, crafted by a variety of strange creatures. Some book covers shone with a mysterious light, seemingly concealing untold secrets; while other stone tablets were engraved with ancient, indecipherable runes, exuding a chilling aura.

As Wang Bai gazed at these books and slates, he suddenly felt malicious gazes radiating from the gaps between the books. It felt as if countless pairs of eyes were secretly watching him, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Facing these malicious gazes, Wang Bo's face darkened and he snorted coldly. In an instant, the previously quiet space was shattered by a cacophony of chattering. The owners of the noises were clearly panicked, as if they had encountered a dreaded predator, and they fled in all directions without a clear path.

After just three breaths, those terrifying gazes vanished without a trace. Wang Bai took a deep breath, gathered his consciousness, and slowly expanded his spiritual awareness. His eyes flickered faintly as he began to peruse every scroll in Archive Room Zero, word for word...

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Time passed minute by minute, and with every second that passed, Wang Bai finished reading a scroll.

Within these scrolls are indescribable whispers, emitting an aura of madness; powerful spells capable of altering one's fate; and even the knowledge of a lost civilization, documenting what they believe to be the means to divine ascension...

Among this vast sea of ​​books, Wang Bai found a diary. The words on it were written by some kind of power, and this power triggered the talisman on Wang Bai's body.

"From what we know so far, the energy level of this world is quite high. If we can enter it, our cultivation can reach an extremely high level. This is definitely the greatest opportunity that the entire Immortal Realm can produce."

"...After countless hardships, we finally found a way to enter this world. It's really strange that we have to go through the red spider lily patterns and golden light on the surface."

"Coming to this world, with our team's strength, the natives of this world are no match for us. Aside from a very few so-called gods who are on the same level as us, this world is incredibly safe for us."

"I never imagined that this world's extraordinary power actually directly utilizes the principles of the Dao. The so-called God-level beings are themselves close to the principles of the Dao, that is, the laws of heaven and earth. And even higher up, the so-called Gods of Gods, are probably the embodiment of the laws of heaven and earth in this world. Their power is probably unimaginable, so we have decided to develop the world in a low-key manner."

"I practice the Dream Path, a branch of the Heart Path, so I decided to connect the dreams of all living beings in this world and create a dream world of my own."

"I see. This is the diary of Gu Hun's descendant." Wang Bai understood the diary's owner. Gu Hun had told him that among the characteristics of the person he wanted to save was that of a Dream Daoist cultivator.

Afterwards, Wang Bo continued to read the diary in the hope of obtaining more clues from it.

"After sixty years of hard work, I finally opened up the dreams of all living beings in the world. The moment I created the dream world, I could feel a very powerful force feeding back into me. My realm directly reached the peak of the third tribulation, and I was only one step away from reaching the fourth tribulation."

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"I never expected the others to improve so dramatically. Especially the team leader, who has already begun trying to break through the Five Tribulations. Furthermore, our reputation has spread so widely that the original gods have begun calling us the Twelve Pillar Gods."

The following content is some of the diary owner's conjectures and experiences in running the world, which is quite interesting.

After three breaths, new content caught Wang Bo's attention.

"It's really strange. I don't know when some strange red mist has appeared in the dream world recently. Is someone trying to attack me? Huh, ignorant natives! It seems that we haven't taken action for too long, and they have forgotten our strength!"

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"Strange, this strange red fog is not only in the dream world, but also in reality. It cannot be dispelled, and it is beyond our cognition. What is this?"

The other indigenous gods began to gather. According to their discussion, the red mist did not belong to any of them. However, if we touched the red mist, our bodies would dissolve! For safety reasons, we worked together to create something that could block the red mist.

"Damn it, how is this possible? The Wall of Sighs we built can't stop it at all. What on earth is this? The power of a god above gods? But the indigenous gods themselves are also part of the laws of heaven and earth. How can they hurt themselves?"

"No, the red fog is getting bigger and bigger. We must abandon this world! Through dreams, I can reach other parallel worlds!"

"Why does the red mist still appear even in a parallel world?"

Afterward, Wang Bo flipped through many pages, but they were mostly about attempts to fight the red fog and escape from other worlds. The further he turned, the more confusing the text became.

But when it comes to the countdown, the text becomes neater, but the text is creepy.

"Hahaha~~ We can't escape. The red fog will destroy everything, whether it's the so-called past, present, future, or other parallel worlds. Everything will be destroyed by the red fog. I feel like I'm going crazy! We are going to be trapped in this world and die."

Seeing this, Wang Bai frowned, then turned to the next page, which was the last page.

"There's always a way out! Our ancestors have sent people to find us. Great, we're saved! With the power of our ancestors' eight tribulations, he can definitely break the world and save us!"

After that, the diary ends.

"The ancient soul failed to save his descendants, and the power that injured him appears to be the red mist."