Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 848

Chapter 848: Past Illusion [Important Plot]

Actually, it wasn’t that easy for most people in this cultivation world. Think about it, everyone was born with the ability to use spiritual power and magical spells.

When they cooked, they used magic. When they cleaned, there was a cleaning spell. When they traveled, they had their own magical and spiritual beasts or flying artifacts.

Who in the world would rely on physical strength to do basic tasks like pulling weeds, collecting marble stones, or repairing broken formations? At the very least, no cultivator would waste time on such menial work, only mortals did.

Yet, Shenlian Yingyue was ordered to use her physical strength for all of it. The fields of weeds and marbles were vast, almost as large as a small town. Imagine how many days and nights it would take to clear them all without relying on spiritual power.

Her breakthrough was well deserved. Every day, she crawled off the ground, her body aching as if she had carried thousands of heavy stones.

A month later, while Shen Anshuang was away on an errand, Shenlian Yingyue was climbing a mountain when she suddenly felt a vibration.

A long, shabby black sword shot out from the Ethereal Small World and floated beside her as she scaled the cliff with her bare hands and feet.

"Dear, what’s wrong?" she asked immediately.

The sword trembled, as if trying to communicate. Then, it flew back and forth, pointing its sharp edge in a certain direction.

"You want me to go to the highest peak of the mountain?" she asked in surprise.

The sword quivered in confirmation.

Then, right before her eyes, its form began to change. Its black body morphed into a mysterious butterfly, plain yet majestic, exuding an undeniable charm. Its wings spread gracefully, moving as if alive.

"Dear, you can transform into a butterfly too?" Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes widened. This was the first time she had ever seen her sword take the initiative to transform into a beast-like form.

Before she could process the shock, the black butterfly gently pulled her onto its back. Its touch was careful, as if afraid of hurting her, yet its aura remained undeniably domineering.

The moment she landed, the butterfly flapped its majestic wings. It soared into the air at an unbelievable speed, far surpassing any divine flying weapon. Fortunately, no one witnessed this strange scene.

Soon, the black butterfly reached the highest peak of the mountain, a place shrouded in clouds.

The air itself hummed with ancient power, thick with the scent of enchanted flora and the crackling energy of raw mana.

Towering black trees with glowing blue leaves stretched to the sky, while endless vines slithered like living serpents. Floating ruins and enchanted treasures littered the land, whispering of forgotten power.

A hidden paradise pulsed with ancient magic. At its center lay a mystic pond, steaming with enchanted heat, countless fireflies flickering above its surface. The water was speckled with Abyssal Veil Orchids, their delicate petals floating eerily.

"Not good!" Shenlian Yingyue’s expression changed. It was too late, she had already inhaled their scent.

The Abyssal Veil Orchid induced vivid visions of past lives or alternate realities, often driving weaker minds to madness.

Suddenly, she was trapped in a memory of her past life. She saw black flames devouring everything before her. A tall figure rushed toward her, roaring desperately, his voice filled with anguish as he tried to reach her.

She stood frozen, unable to move, as though she had been crippled. All she could see was the man’s twisted expression, his features distorted with desperation as he screamed her name over and over.

"Father," tears streamed down her face as she whispered, her voice trembling.

She tried to reach out and hold his hand, but before she could, everything turned dark.

She was alone, falling into an ice prison. The bone-piercing cold made her shiver uncontrollably.

Then, suddenly, light returned.

She found herself sitting alone amidst the ruins of broken buildings.

Everything was burned, destroyed.

The scent of blood filled the air. Corpses lay scattered around her, but she couldn’t recognize any of them. Whose bodies were these?

And why did her heart hurt so much? Where was her father?

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