Chapter 3501

Sure enough, after falling asleep, Wu Feng began to dream.

At this moment, Wu Feng was aware that he was dreaming.

For a cultivator, no matter what, a dream itself is equivalent to a world on a spiritual level, which can be controlled as a whole.

Therefore, in fact, ordinary cultivators do not dream.

And once a cultivator dreams, it must mean something has gone wrong.

And now, Wu Feng was dreaming.

Wu Feng felt himself floating up. Looking down at the world before him, he saw many, many humans in his eyes. These mortals were walking in a world that looked like a maze, pushing each other, constantly heading toward a place filled with mist.

This maze filled Wu Feng's vision; it was full of fog, eeriness, and vitality, all intertwined in a way that left Wu Feng unable to describe the feeling.

Wu Feng had no choice but to jump down and blend into the crowd.

Among the crowd, the mortals Wu Feng saw were very different from before.

Their bodies had begun to decay; white bones were exposed from their rotting flesh, and their intestines were hanging out—it looked terrifying.

However, these mortals were still walking, as if something in this maze was tempting them and driving them forward.

Wu Feng was actually quite conspicuous mixed in among these eerie mortals, but those mortals had no interest in him at all; they just looked ahead with dull eyes, walking slowly.

Just as Wu Feng was feeling suspicious, he suddenly began to have a sensation: at the front, at the end of the maze, there was a voice full of temptation calling out to him.

Wu Feng frowned, quickly squeezed past the mortals, and kept heading toward the end of the maze.

The closer he got to the end of the maze, the more Wu Feng felt the longing for that voice within his real body.

Wu Feng couldn't help but say aloud, "I'm here, I'm here. You must wait for me; I will definitely come."

Wu Feng said excitedly, walking continuously, until finally, he passed everyone and reached the very front.

At the end of the maze was a small bridge, and on both sides of the bridge were surging, turbulent rivers.

In the river, Wu Feng saw blood-red, thread-like creatures.

These creatures had heads but no eyes; they looked like mutated blood-red electric eels, swimming wantonly in the river, occasionally raising their heads to look at the mortals who had approached the river.

The voice that had been attracting Wu Feng suddenly vanished, and at this very moment, Wu Feng felt a sudden jolt of horror and woke up.

The feeling from just now made Wu Feng have to be cautious, so he cleared the path and stood to one side to watch.

Wu Feng saw the mortals, upon seeing the bridge, let out terrifying roars and lunged at the bridge.

Because there were too many people, many were squeezed off and fell into the river water.

And once they fell into the river, the bodies of these mortals began to melt rapidly, becoming a part of the river water.

Those eerie, red-thread-like monsters swam even more joyfully in the river, letting out roars unlike those of ordinary animals, filled with a sense of madness.