Chapter: The Third Subterranean Level and the Truth of the Cave

The Mountain of the Ruthless Demon King was massive—extremely massive.

It was also known that the Mountain of the Ruthless Demon King was once the place of a Quasi-Venerable in his time.

He competed with the domineering Spectral Demon King Venerable.

But naturally, the Spectral King emerged victorious and became the Venerable.

The "Wu" clan found the place a long time later. Due to the Wu clan's weakness—it hadn't become what it once was—it shared the place with other clans.

And it became a cultivation site for the three clans.

The place was guarded by a number of youths from the Wu clan.

Clark met one of the officials: Wu Ling.

• "Hello! You are Lord Jin and Zhao Long, correct?"

• "Yes!"

• "Well, then please proceed."

Clark and Jin entered.

It was a vast land stretching as far as the eye could see, resembling an underground forest, semi-arid and full of Celestial Beasts.

Clark memorized this place. If he wanted to develop his Immortal Unconsciousness and become an Immortal, he must come here.

The two advanced through those tunnels. Sometimes they killed beasts and kept them for sale, other times they kept them alive to sell, as alive brought more money than a dead carcass.

The place was interesting.

But the limitation of exploration with someone else didn't please Clark.

So, shockingly, a huge and terrifying number of clones appeared before Jin.

He was looking at fifty blue, translucent clones of Clark in front of him.

While the real one began to move away among the clones, then went far off.

He was laughing among the trees.

He moved fifty miles away from Jin.

Now he could explore alone and comfortably as well.

He advanced until a huge octopus appeared: an ancient Celestial Beast of the sixth rank.

The Kraken—a water beast.

Its head was gigantic and tremendously noisy.

Its tentacles grabbed small beasts.

But because Clark was at the Quasi-Immortal rank, a Heavenly Fist descended from the sky above.

The Heaven-Stealing Fist!

Bam! Bam! Bam!!!

The blows rained down. The Kraken felt as if its head was being struck by a hammer weighing twenty tons!

The Kraken's head exploded, and black ink flowed everywhere.

Clark knew that the Kraken's ink was an immortal crafting material, used in making Extreme Movements for the Sword Path.

Clark was pleased. In truth, he didn't need to carry a real weapon; the Extreme Movements themselves embodied weapons, like the Five Seal Swords.

He harvested a large amount, swallowed the body into his Immortal Unconsciousness, and began to advance.

Clark feared one thing: that the fake Unconsciousness might not withstand a massive number of Dao Marks, and might explode, taking Clark to his death.

So he had to be cautious.

And naturally, his strength wasn't enough to kill large numbers of beasts.

This was what distinguished Clark from everyone else: he was neither arrogant nor greedy, but he wouldn't abandon his objectives and possessions.

Even if he couldn't carry some things, he would return for them later.

Clark advanced a great deal. He felt with each step that he was progressing, until he found a massive cave.

It resembled a catacomb.

Clark was surprised: Was this place like closed catacombs?

He advanced and descended a great deal.

He descended and descended and descended for four continuous hours without any fatigue.

Until he reached a place he thought was the second level.

But it was full of immortal resources. However, they also had chaotic, bad Dao, damaged and unusable. He kicked them forcefully.

He was angered by the matter and felt suffocated. If he had possessed them, he could have obtained endless resources and power, but alas for him!

Clark began to hear demonic screams and weeping, which truly made him cautious.

It was strange: What was happening?

• "Who are you, boy? And how did you enter here without going mad?"

He was terrified. That aura was murderous intent and unknown power.

He soon shouted loudly:

• "World, stop time!!!"

Time didn't stop! Clark was surprised: Could he not summon his world?

The unknown man laughed:

• "So you possess a world manifestation?"

• "Well, in truth, this place... you could say souls cannot appear here."

• "This is what is called the second level of the domineering Spectral Demon King Venerable."

Clark exclaimed loudly and frighteningly:

• "What??!!!!"

Sometimes, Clark thought the world was small and narrow. He didn't expect there to be so many mysterious details hidden from him.

His pursuit of immortality was leading him to rebel against society, against its morals, against the fake rules made for the powerful.

That was the truth of the world: no place for the cowardly or weak.

Immortality is what gives you the strength to protect yourself, to protect anything you want!

The man continued:

• "So, who are you???"

Clark laughed:

• "What if I told you I know the Spectral Demon King Venerable?"

The mysterious man was shocked:

• "Liar! No one has met the Spectral Demon King Venerable since his disappearance!"

Clark replied with a malicious smile:

• "And what if I told you I'm planning to bring him back?"

The man replied:

• "Are you insane?! You want to bring back a raging, reckless man who cares only for killing?"

• "A man... who was... we couldn't describe his whims. He still believes what drives this world is killing. Nothing but killing and violence flows in his blood."

Clark laughed:

• "Stop lying! You only say this because you fear your plans will be ruined."

• "Everyone knows that the Spectral Demon King Venerable, at a stage in his life, became a seeker of immortality."

• "And I wouldn't be surprised if you're searching for this thing too. Why don't you come out of the shadow you're hiding in and talk to me face to face?!!"

The old man laughed and emerged from his shadow. No one knew his name either. He had erased his own name with "Demon of Deception," and was trying to reach immortality by searching in the cave of the Spectral Demon Venerable.

He and Clark walked and kept talking about the Dao.

The place was like an alley: sometimes you had to walk clinging to the wall and also sideways.

It wasn't just him; there was another named "Bo Chang": the Domineering Fist of the seventh rank, and very strong in the Transformation Path. And the "Judgment" Path represented brute force and fist fighting.

Clark admired this path and wanted to delve into it for the future.

So he wanted to meet the remaining group. He felt the matter was interesting.

The Demon of Deception asked Clark:

• "What is the Dao to you?"

Clark replied:

• "It is what forms life and heaven. And Extreme Movements are forms of heaven and earth."

• "They can produce magic, strengthen humans, and change them."

• "The Dao... I can say it is the origin of life."

• "The Dao can be understanding, it can be creation, and a path as well."

• "But it is something deeper than we humans imagine. Do you think so too???"

The Demon of Deception laughed, impressed by Clark's thinking, but stopped laughing and said:

• "Lord Zhao Long, what lies ahead is the Dao Arena."

• "It is a strange place with ground squares. Each square contains millions of Dao Marks from numerous paths."

• "If you step on a square different from your foundational path, you will suffer internal suppression in your body. You won't die, but you will be injured."

• "Therefore, it's best to walk on your own path."

• "Example: I primarily cultivate the Star Path, and the Cloud Path as a side path."

• "So, I mainly walk on Star Path squares."

• "And unfortunately, I wanted to take another route to reach the third level."

• "But believe me, this is the only way. Follow my movement to understand."

The Demon of Deception began looking at the ground, then jumped onto one of the squares.

Nothing happened to him.

He began walking, sometimes walking in a zigzag pattern, sometimes walking forward.

He managed to walk forty steps. On the forty-first, he spat blood.

He had stepped on the wrong tile.

And the reaction was strong.

But he stood on his feet and continued.

He reached a little further, then shouted to Clark:

• "Proceed, Lord Zhao Long! I expect you have understood."

Naturally, Clark would attempt it.

The old man had hidden something: those at the Immortal rank could read Dao Marks.

Clark, if he weren't at the Quasi-Immortal rank, wouldn't have been able to cross.

Clark's fake Immortal Unconsciousness densely possessed Dao Marks of the Theft Path and the Star Path.

And strangely, even though the Theft Path was created by Clark, they existed.

All types of Dao existed, whether discovered or not.

Clark advanced with steady steps. On step 12, he made a mistake and stepped on Dao Marks of the Blade Path, suffering a violent and strong reaction, more severe than what happened to the Demon of Deception because Clark was weaker than him.

But he learned from the mistake and stood up again.

The Demon of Deception was shocked. The first time he placed his foot here, he suffered a violent reaction, but Clark managed to complete twelve steps perfectly.

And finally, Clark reached the Demon of Deception.

Clark laughed:

• "It seems I'm better than you. That's clear from your face."

The Demon of Deception laughed:

• "In truth, I thought you would fail from the first step, but you proved yourself."

They continued walking.

Clark suffered violent reactions frequently, but the Demon of Deception often healed him.

And after 150 steps, they reached the third level!!!

To be continued....

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