Chapter 118 – The Demon God Mind-Realm World

After listening, both women nodded in understanding, their expressions tinged with anticipation.

Seeing that they were ready, Xiao Wuwang gave a slight nod and said softly, “Then let us begin.”

He then slowly unfurled the Great Void Visualization Chart and sat down in a cross-legged position, adopting the posture of “five centers facing the heavens.”

Next, he glanced to his left and right, noting that Meng Ruoyun and Yun Feifei had also settled into the correct seated posture. Finally, he gently reminded them, “Remember, maintain steady breathing, allow your minds to gradually calm down, and immerse yourselves in the imagery of the chart.”

With these words, he too turned his gaze to the Great Void Visualization Chart, devoting himself entirely to the visualization.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Inside Living Carriage No. 2, silence reigned, broken only by the occasional faint sound of breathing…

The patterns on the Great Void Visualization Chart appeared to flow slowly, emanating an indescribable, mysterious force that guided their minds into an entirely new realm of imagery.

Xiao Wuwang felt a flash of light before his eyes, and when he regained his senses, he found himself standing in a vast, boundless void.

All around him was primordial chaos, shrouded in layers of thick, tangible black mist. The mist churned and surged, as if concealing countless terrifying secrets, exuding an oppressive aura that chilled the soul.

Suddenly, a roar that seemed capable of shattering the heavens echoed from the distance.

Xiao Wuwang felt an intense pain in his mind, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing him simultaneously, or as if an invisible mountain were pressing down upon him, threatening to crush his very soul.

The roar surged like a relentless tide, wave after wave crashing against the defenses of his consciousness, attempting to force him out of the imagery world.

Xiao Wuwang knew the true test had arrived!

He gritted his teeth and held on stubbornly, refusing to be expelled from the imagery.

Battling wave after wave of mental assault, Xiao Wuwang pushed through the layers of black mist, moving closer to the source of the roar.

As he ventured deeper, the roar grew increasingly deafening, as if it could shatter the entire void.

With each step forward, the pressure he endured intensified. His head felt as though it were being struck by a heavy hammer, the pain nearly driving him to unconsciousness.

Yet Xiao Wuwang clenched his teeth and persisted, continuing his advance into the mist.

Gradually, in the endless void ahead, colossal figures began to emerge slowly from the black mist.

Xiao Wuwang halted and looked up, barely able to discern that these figures resembled human forms, yet they were fundamentally different from ordinary people.

They stood as tall as mountains, some shrouded in dense black mist, others wreathed in blazing flames, some exuding boundless cold, and still others crackling with violent lightning…

Each figure radiated a terrifying aura capable of annihilating heaven and earth, as if a mere gesture could cause the skies to collapse and the sun and moon to dim.

Xiao Wuwang’s heart pounded violently in his chest, fear flooding over him like a tide, yet his gaze grew increasingly resolute.

He had a vague sense that the imagery world he had entered was the rarest of all—the Divine and Demonic Imagery World!

Suppressing the fear within, Xiao Wuwang struggled to calm himself. He knew this was an exceptional opportunity to enhance his Mental Force; he could not afford to be expelled at the very beginning.

Taking a deep breath, he endured the excruciating pain that felt as though his head might split apart. Step by step, slowly but resolutely, he approached a towering figure to his left.

This was the figure that felt the most “gentle” to him at the moment.

As Xiao Wuwang drew closer, its full form gradually became clearer.

A massive figure was encircled by a water dragon, coiling and soaring, emitting low, rumbling roars that echoed the earlier earth-shattering cries.

Xiao Wuwang could sense that this was a Water Elemental Demon God!

The reason he found it “gentle” was because he had absorbed the Essence of Water and comprehended Water Element Mastery.

Yet even so, before the towering Water Elemental Demon God, he stood only as tall as its feet, akin to an ant gazing up at a colossal peak—so minuscule as to be almost negligible.

Though the Water Elemental Demon God did not deliberately unleash its pressure, the sheer aura of its existence surged toward Xiao Wuwang like a raging tide, crushing him until he could barely breathe.

Xiao Wuwang’s legs trembled, nearly buckling, but a steadfast conviction within him kept him from collapsing.

He stubbornly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the Water Elemental Demon God, as if trying to pierce through the layers of black mist to see its face clearly.

And the Water Elemental Demon God seemed to sense Xiao Wuwang’s “provocation.” Its eyes, once calm as a deep pool, suddenly snapped open, shooting forth two azure beams of light like sharp swords. Instantly, they pierced through the layers of black mist, striking directly at Xiao Wuwang.

Xiao Wuwang felt a blinding radiance before his eyes, accompanied by an indescribable, terrifying pressure that seemed to threaten the collapse of the entire world.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his legs weakened, and he nearly fell to his knees.

“No! I, Xiao Wuwang, will not yield so easily!” he roared, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to hold on.

And as he persisted, the black mist surrounding the Demon God gradually dispersed.

The water dragon’s form was fully revealed, and the scene continued to ascend, making the Demon God’s body clearer.

The Demon God stood as majestic as a mountain, with water elements swirling wildly around it, forming turbulent vortices that seemed ready to Devour everything in their path.

Continuing upward, the Demon God’s neck and face gradually came into view.

Yet, at this moment, Xiao Wuwang suddenly realized that the Demon God’s face bore a faint resemblance to his own!

Those deep eyes, that resolute profile—it was as if they were a projection of some power from the depths of his own soul.

Just as he was reeling in shock, the Demon God slowly raised a colossal hand, enormous enough to blot out the sky, and gently pressed it down toward Xiao Wuwang.

Though the motion appeared slow, it carried an irresistible majesty, distorting and warping the void wherever it passed.

A powerful sense of danger surged within Xiao Wuwang, but he did not evade it. Instead, he imprinted the image of the Demon God firmly in his mind.

At the very moment the Demon God’s giant palm descended, a system voice suddenly echoed in Xiao Wuwang’s mind.

But before he could discern its message, his “body” was utterly crushed by the Demon God’s palm!

Xiao Wuwang’s consciousness returned to reality from the realm of perception, yet the excruciating pain of his perceptual body being shattered still surged through his mind like a tide, causing him to groan softly and tremble slightly.

Meng Ruoyun and Yun Feifei, who had long since ended their meditation, immediately stepped forward to support him.

Meng Ruoyun anxiously asked, “Big Brother Wuwang, what’s wrong?”

Xiao Wuwang took a moment to recover, waiting for the pain in his mind to subside somewhat before replying, “I… I’m fine! I just need to rest. Why have you both come out? How long did you last?”