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Shrouded in the rosy glow of the sky, Gao Ming seemed to be standing in the clouds.

Going up layer by layer, the absurd and strange scenes in the spiritual temple came into view, and Gao Ming also saw many familiar figures among them.

The higher he went, the greater the pressure the rosy glow brought to Gao Ming. He could not maintain the state of dream interpretation for long. At the same time when nightmares and bloody ghosts returned to his chest, the smoke that enveloped him disappeared, and the brilliant and sacred rosy glow fell like a heavenly sword, scraping his flesh and bones again and again.

Gao Ming clenched his fists, enduring the pain that felt like being tortured to death.

The rays of light penetrated into his body, preventing the wounds from healing, and scraped them bit by bit, trying to remove the marks formed by the wasted pills.

"You talk all about benevolence, morality, and self-cultivation, but when your own interests are threatened, I think you are more vicious than a ghost!" Gao Ming laughed from his bloody lips. He was now very sure of one thing. What Fu Shu said was right. There was absolutely no immortals in Zhemeng Town. There were only ghosts who pretended to be immortals!

"The glow, the spiritual energy, the auspicious clouds, everything in this spiritual temple must be fake. I am beginning to wonder what they originally looked like."

Gao Ming did not dare to let his will sink. He endured the pain very soberly: "Could your alchemy furnace be a cauldron full of living people? Your rays of light should be poisonous insects with sharp teeth, the spiritual energy is the plague, and the auspicious clouds are the wriggling pieces of meat. I see it, I see it!"

While shouting, Gao Ming fell heavily on something, his back almost broken, and his shouting stopped abruptly.

The rays of light ran wildly in his body, but they could not erase the mark on Gao Ming, nor did they have the ability to destroy Gao Ming's will under the protection of the flesh and blood ghosts.

It had also tried to enter Gao Ming's heart and solve Gao Ming's nightmare from the root, but no matter how many rays of light approached, they would disappear. The nightmare hidden in Gao Ming's heart might be higher than the nightmare level of the entire Zhemeng Town, just like a real world.

"Are you curious about the locked room in my heart? Do you want to know where it leads to? Hahaha! That is the fairy palace you always want to go to. The door sealed by the big locks is the gate to another world!"

"I don't need to make up stories or fantasize, nor do I need to rely on the power of nightmares, because everything I said is true, this is the truth!"

A rumbling sound rang out in the spiritual temple, and raindrops filled with spiritual energy fell. The fairy palace at the top of the spiritual temple seemed to be shaken by some force.

Half of the rosy glow that filled Gao Ming's body disappeared instantly, and part of the remaining half flew out to other places.

"Sure enough, someone is controlling this." The pain Gao Ming endured was reduced a lot, and his bloody body finally began to slowly repair itself.

"Those who survive a great calamity will surely be blessed in the future. The seal of the room in my heart has loosened a lot. If I come a few more times, I will definitely be able to break it." Gao Ming gained far more benefits than these. Countless waste pills merged into his body, and the rays of light helped him wash away the impurities time and time again, making the mark formed by the waste pills sparkle and flawless.

When his body recovers again, Gao Ming will have an all-round improvement. Perhaps he can really do what the ninth-level spiritual view cannot do, and turn the heart filled with sins into a "fairy palace" that everyone worships.

After his body recovered a little, Gao Ming opened his eyes with pain.

With his heavy eyelids barely prying open a crack, he saw the magnificent buildings above his head and the Heavenly Gate standing at the top of the spiritual temple.

"Which floor is this?"

"Bang!"

Tiny gravel splashed on his body and Gao Ming took a breath of cold air. He tried to turn his head and saw the iron spike chiseling into the wall of Lingguan Tower, with sparks flashing by.

"What are those people doing?"

The monks, dressed simply, tied themselves with simple hemp ropes and hung themselves on the tower wall. They used the tools in their hands to chisel off large and small stones from the tower wall.

"Are they trying to break through the Nine-Layer Spiritual Observatory and escape? Have these guys finally awakened?"

Boom!

There was another loud noise, and Gao Ming saw a huge rock falling from a high place. The shadow expanded in his eyes and finally fell into the shallow puddle beside him.

A Taoist priest with his robe tied around his waist and holding a hammer came hurriedly over. He saw Gao Ming lying on the ground from a distance and was worried that he would smash him to death.

"Fortunately, I didn't hit it. If I had been implicated in murder, my heart would have been impure." The monk had noticed early on that this place was covered in smoke, but his whole body and mind were on the stone wall and he didn't want to be distracted.

When the spiritual mist completely dissipated, the cultivator could no longer take his eyes off Gao Ming. He opened his mouth and spoke after a few seconds: "The rosy glow enters your body, and the immortals bless you. Your body is a mysterious treasure woven by magic!"

He did not even bother to look at the big stone he had worked so hard to carve. He took off his Taoist robe, dusted it off, and covered Gao Ming with it. He looked around like someone who saw a hundred yuan on the road and stepped on it with his shoes first to avoid being discovered.

"Being seen by me means that we are destined to be together. I have been practicing hard for so long, and finally the Immortal Palace has shown me mercy!"

"How long have you just been in..." Gao Ming was too badly injured to refute anything. His body was covered in blood and flesh, and his appearance should have been very terrifying, but he seemed to be different from his real appearance in the eyes of others. The monk was so excited to see the glow that he almost jumped up.

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The flesh and blood ghosts helped Gao Ming to slowly repair his body. The remaining rays of light continued to shine, making trouble in Gao Ming's body and refused to leave.

"What exactly is the true form of this rosy glow? It's so troublesome!" Gao Ming frowned. The thing that he discarded with ease was a great opportunity in the eyes of the cultivator. Seeing that no one else noticed this place, the cultivator quietly carried Gao Ming, who was wearing a Taoist robe, on his back.

They left the tower wall, walked through shallow puddles, avoided fallen rocks, and came to the center of this floor.

I knew before I got to Gao Ming that the higher you go, the larger the area of ​​the spiritual palace becomes, but I was still a little surprised when I actually saw the vast scene.

This floor is home to many monks who work day and night without sleep, chiseling stones from the walls, and then trying their best to carve them into statues of gods.

Most of the statues will collapse the moment they are carved, and only a very small number can cause the fairy palace above to react.

"They want to carve out the immortal in their hearts. Only when they carve out a true immortal can they be considered to have attained enlightenment." Seeing that Gao Ming had been observing his surroundings, the monk explained to Gao Ming kindly. This made Gao Ming feel a little more at ease. At least in the eyes of the monk, he should still maintain the shape of a human and they could communicate normally.

With his mouth open and a layer of skin torn off, Gao Ming could still speak, but it would only make the injuries on his face worse.

"Did you come down from up there?" The monk ran very fast. After talking about this and that, he asked the question he wanted to know most.

After taking a few deep breaths, Gao Ming did not answer the monk's question, but asked in a very slow voice: "Which floor is this?"