Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

"Pfft!"

Just as the Qingxu Sect prodigy was about to condense the Golden Core, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yet he seemed entirely unaware of his injury, his eyes fixed in terror and disbelief on the group of disciples ahead.

Insects!

Insects everywhere!

"What's wrong with Senior Brother?"

"Everything was going smoothly before, why did he suddenly fail in forming his core?"

Seeing this, the other disciples hurriedly asked with concern.

"Don't come over, all of you stay away from me!"

But when Zhang Hao saw others approaching him, he frantically retreated backward, crawling and rolling in fear.

"Senior Brother, it's me..."

A female disciple, crying like pear blossoms in rain, couldn't understand why her usually affectionate Senior Brother had suddenly changed.

She didn't believe it and took a few more steps forward.

But as she approached, Zhang Hao was on the verge of collapse.

Because in his eyes,

the usually sweet and cute junior sister appeared to be a grotesque creature with rotting flesh, infested with a swarm of parasitic insects!

"Get away from me, don't force me!"

Zhang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, his demeanor frenzied, as he roared hysterically.

Sense told him that the disciples in front of him were all monsters parasitized by insects.

However, the deep feelings cultivated over years made it impossible for him to harm these monsters.

The conflicting emotions threatened to tear him apart.

"No, Master said that when condensing the Golden Core, one would see all kinds of illusions; this must be a mental obstacle during the breakthrough."

Like a drowning man grasping the last straw, Zhang Hao consoled himself.

That's right.

These are all illusions caused by falling into madness.

Once back at the Sect, he only needed to ask the Master to dispel the Heart Demon to return to normal.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao took a deep breath, relieving much of his mental stress.

But when facing those fellow disciples, Zhang Hao slightly averted his gaze, not daring to look directly at them.

"Do you think this is all an illusion?"

As if they had guessed his thoughts, those Demon Cultivators suddenly transmitted their voices using Divine Thought.

"Who are you? So, it's you behind all this?"

"Heh heh, it's not important who we are."

"Just look down, and you'll discover the truth hidden behind this world!"

At this sentence, Zhang Hao, as if compelled by some unseen force, looked down.

But just a glance nearly made him collapse.

For what he saw in his Dantian was a clawed parasitic insect!

The bloated, deformed insect, with tentacle-like limbs, had replaced his blood vessels and veins, spreading throughout his body!

He could see the creature's tentacles wriggling and the mucus on its body surface, sensing it carefully, he could even hear the strong, powerful heartbeat!

"Fake, it's all fake, you can't deceive me!"

With a pale face, Zhang Hao couldn't accept this at all.

"Is it?" The Demon Cultivators sneered.

"The Heavenly Dao is distorted, the Law is twisted, all beings are mere puppets parasitized by the Insect Race!"

"But the Grand Array can obscure the heavenly secrets, allowing one to see the truth; what you see now is the real truth of this world."

"Of course, if you wish to continue deluding yourself that all this is an illusion, there's one thing you can do to prove the truth."

Zhang Hao wanted to refute but suddenly fell silent.

For, at that moment, he thought of many things.

Such as the Sect's chief who disappeared a hundred years ago, the strange events recorded in the Scripture Pavilion, and the eerie sounds occasionally coming from the Master's cave...

He had thought these were coincidences, but when the clues and events linked together, how could they be mere coincidences?

"What is this thing?"

Silent for a long time, Zhang Hao suddenly asked.

"It's simple, the Insect Race blinds human eyes, desperately covering up the fact of parasitism. If someone discovers the truth, they won't hesitate to kill you at any cost."

"Just reveal a hint of the truth to others, and then your so-called junior brothers, sisters, even your relatives and friends, will see you as an enemy, eager to kill you!"

The Demonic Cultivator coldly laughed, though there was a hint of desolation and sorrow in his tone.

"Senior Brother, who are you talking to?"

Seeing the concern and worry in his junior brothers' eyes, Zhang Hao hesitated for a long time before cautiously asking.

"Fellow junior brothers, can you see the insects inside you...?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

This statement was like a curse, seemingly touching some kind of taboo.

"Squeak—"

The parasitic insects inside all the Qingxu Sect disciples suddenly emitted a sharp, shrill cry, as if intent on erasing any threat!

They froze like stone statues, the worry in their eyes turning to coldness and a chilling intent to kill.

Even the junior sister, who had always been attentive to Zhang Hao, turned icy in an instant, as if she had become a different person!

"Senior Brother, you've fallen into madness."

"According to Sect rules, those who fall into madness must be killed with no exceptions!"

The female disciple spoke coldly, forming seals with her hands.

With a clang, the longsword at her waist suddenly unsheathed, transforming into a stream of light that pierced into Zhang Hao's defenseless chest!

"Snap!"

Seeing the longsword pierce his heart, it was like something snapped in Zhang Hao's mind.

His years of views and understanding shattered in an instant.