Under One Person: The comprehension is beyond heaven, shocking everything

Chapter 383: The Disaster of Creation, the Mystery of Illusion

In front of you, it’s magnificent?

Zhuge Qing felt like he was standing in a palace, wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown on his head?

"Long live the Master! Long live the Master!"

Deafening shouts echoed in the hall.

How should I describe this voice? Every word seems to have a hook, scratching my heart again and again.

His body was shaking a little, he couldn't explain why, but he just felt...something was wrong.

It seemed as if a voice deep in his soul was warning him.

With a "click", the picture shattered.

The palace was gone, and so were the ornate robes and crowns.

What I saw before me was scorched earth, broken walls, and burnt corpses... The burnt smell in the air made me want to vomit.

The crows were circling around, caw-ing, adding to the congestion.

My heart suddenly shrank, and an indescribable pain spread all of a sudden.

I wanted to run, but my legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and I couldn't move even a step.

The scene changed again.

This time, he saw Ma Xianhong, covered in blood, lying on the ground.

There was actually a smile on his face. Was he relieved?

"Zhuge Qing... hurry... go..."

Lao Ma's voice was intermittent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with all his strength.

"Old horse!"

Zhuge Qing shouted and tried to rush forward, but he ran into a transparent and invisible wall.

They could only watch as Ma Xianhong's body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely.

"No!"

He roared until his voice was hoarse, and his heart felt like a piece was hollowed out, empty and painful.

I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't do anything.

This feeling of powerlessness is really suffocating.

"What's the matter?"

My body started to tremble, and it got worse and worse.

He wanted to get out of this illusion, he had to get out.

Are these images fake? Is this the work of the Xiushen furnace?

But why is it so real?

It was so true that he couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

"Fake... all fake..."

He muttered to himself, trying to convince himself, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and less and less confident.

My consciousness started to blur and my body became limp.

I feel like I'm being swallowed up and melted into something bit by bit.

No, it can't be like this.

Zhuge Qing bit his tongue ruthlessly. The smell of blood stimulated his nerves and he finally sobered up a little.

Focus and think about what you are here for.

"I'm here to... repair the furnace... in order to... refine the divine machine..."

He muttered intermittently, his voice vague, like the remnant of cotton in the wind.

Try to recall the promise made with Lao Ma, and the desire for the magic machine...

These thoughts are like light in the darkness, guiding the direction.

"Can't...get lost here..."

The voice was much firmer this time.

He began to mobilize his Qi, trying to resist this devouring force.

The flow of Qi is still slow, like a snail, but at least the body seems to be beginning to feel something.

"Hold on...keep going...and you'll be able to...get out..."

Cheer myself up in my heart.

This is a tough battle, a contest of wills, a test of life and death.

You have to win to get out alive.

Close your eyes and focus all your attention on the Chi.

Control, gather, impact...break through this darkness!

Time seemed to have stopped.

I don’t know how long it took, but my consciousness gradually became clear and my body slowly regained strength.

Suddenly, the surrounding space began to vibrate.

The blinding lights dimmed, and the messy patterns became blurred.

The power of the self-cultivation furnace is weakening?

"It's now!"

Zhuge Qing's heart trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, letting all the Qi in his body explode.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the surrounding space collapsed.

The body was thrown out like a kite with a broken string.

With a bang, he fell heavily to the ground and everything went black before his eyes.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing, a heart-wrenching cough, feeling like all my internal organs are out of place.

I struggled to sit up and found myself back in the workshop.

Ma Xianhong stood in front of him, looking worried.

"Zhuge Qing, are you okay?"

Lao Ma's voice was filled with rare concern.

"It's... not bad..."

Zhuge Qing shook his head, his voice still weak.

Looking around, I saw that the furnace door was closed and the light on the furnace had dimmed.

The workshop was very dark. There were a few oil lamps, but the light was so weak that it was almost gone, and they could only barely illuminate the surroundings.

Ahem...

Zhuge Qing coughed violently, and his chest felt as if it was torn apart.

He wanted to move, but all his bones were protesting and aching.

It took a lot of effort for him to sit up.

Is this... a workshop?

What I saw was a familiar scene, yet with an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The self-cultivation stove was like a black iron lump, standing in the middle, motionless.

The patterns on the stove had lost their luster and turned gray.

"call……"

He let out a long breath and felt as if he had been pulled out of the water, his whole body was wet.

"came back?"

His voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows, and even he was startled.

I'm really back...not an illusion?

A feeling of relief welled up in me, mixed with a bit of indescribable loss.

Fortunately, I didn’t get stuck in that damn place and turned into ash.

What is missing is... the self-cultivation furnace, or is it not possible?

He moved his fingers, which were still shaking.

Those lights, those shadows, those feelings just now... are still in my mind and can't be shaken off.

The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements... is it really just a little bit away?

His desire for that power seemed to be even stronger, but a chill rose in his heart.

That kind of feeling of being created...it's so easy to make people lose their souls.

If I hadn't gritted my teeth and held on, I would have become part of the furnace.

"Old horse?"

He looked up and saw Ma Xianhong standing there with his back to him, like a wooden man.

"Old horse!"

This time the sound was louder. Ma Xianhong moved his body and slowly turned around.

A look of... worry? A bit anxious?

"Zhuge Qing, are you... okay?"

Ma Xianhong walked over and his voice changed a little.

His eyes scanned him up and down, as if to confirm whether he was missing any limbs.

"It's okay. I won't die."

Zhuge Qing shook his head, his voice still weak.

Looking at Ma Xianhong, I felt a little complicated.

Lao Ma, do you really care about him?

But his obsession with the self-cultivation furnace...that's really crazy.

"Self-cultivation furnace..." Zhuge Qing wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

Ma Xianhong waved his hand, as if he knew what he was going to ask.

"I know, there's something wrong with the furnace..." His voice was very low and full of fatigue.

"What did you see in there?"

Ma Xianhong didn't blame him, but asked about what was inside the furnace.

Zhuge Qing paused and asked, "Do you want to tell me everything?"

Those illusions, those messy things, and the last thing I saw... Lao Ma was covered in blood...

If I tell you, will Lao Ma get even crazier?

After thinking about it, he decided to... leave some wiggle room.

"Just...saw some strange sights." He said slowly, choosing his words.

"Inside... it's like another place, all light, all kinds of light."

Try to keep it simple and just talk about what you see on the surface.

"The lights can change according to my thoughts. Whatever I think of, it will appear."

He slightly emphasized the power of the self-cultivation furnace, but deliberately ignored the dangers.

"But... the power in that place was too chaotic. I almost... almost couldn't get out."

Finally, he couldn't help but mention the danger, hoping that Lao Ma would listen.

Ma Xianhong listened without interrupting or speaking. His eyes kept flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After he finished speaking, the workshop fell silent, with only the crackling sound of the burning oil lamp.

After a long while, Ma Xianhong slowly spoke.

"It seems... the self-cultivation furnace is more complicated than I thought." The voice was deep and no emotion could be heard.

There was a complicated look in his eyes, as if he couldn't let go of the power of the self-cultivation furnace, but was also a little afraid of the dangers that Zhuge Qing mentioned.

What is he hesitating about?