Chapter 34 The Rules of the City of Illusions

Liu Fu: "The first method is to combine demonic nature and make a wish directly. As long as you have enough delusions, you can fulfill any wish within the City of Delusions."

"The second method is to directly refine the demonic entity and allow it to evolve."

"The third method is to shatter the Netherworld and use the refined Netherworld to deal with the resentment of the unrefined Netherworld."

"I am now using the third method, using the Netherworld to fight the Netherworld. Only by using it to reduce the resentment of these corpses can I mine."

Seeing the serious expressions on the other team members' faces, Fang Nian realized that even if Liu Fu used the Netherworld Gem to cleanse the resentment, the Netherworld Gem was not so easy to collect and refine.

It's likely that people could easily die there.

Amidst the flowing, colorful light, Liu Fu advanced.

Several team members immediately went forward to deal with the body.

Fang Nian watched them dissect the corpse, remaining silent.

A person's ideals, of course, reside in their heart.

When a person dies, the delusion of burying them pushes their heart to the brink of explosion.

With one slash, foul blood splattered everywhere.

Beneath the foul-smelling, filthy blood, a grayish-black current surged.

That is the delusion of dying.

One of the team members embraced a lifeless delusion and took a deep breath, tilting his head back.

Absorb this dead delusion into your own body.

"Come on, come on, your master is dead, this ideal can never be fulfilled."

"Let me fulfill this dream, come with me."

On the dead delusions, the gray-black air currents began to flow violently.

It all surged into the team members' bodies.

After the team member finished eating, his forehead and brow radiated a seven-colored light.

The illusion transformed into liquid and flowed out from within.

The team members knelt on the ground reverently, raising their hands and holding the raw gemstones.

Seven-colored light flowed into the raw stone.

At the same time, the team member's mouth was bleeding and his face turned black.

They could never help dead ideals come true; they merely deceived them.

When the dead ideals were cleansed by the bodies of the mining team members, they turned into a seven-colored delusion.

Is this delusion?

Fang Nian's consciousness began to drift away, or more accurately, it began to swell in her mind.

The state of no thought regresses to the state of half-thought.

The next moment, Liu Fu, whose body was covered in seven-colored light that had turned black, walked back.

"So, did you see how to mine?"

The ore is the corpse.

They use their own bodies to wash ore.

Production is hard currency—delusion.

Fang Nian blurted out, "Aren't you following the wrong procedure? The dead should be respected; what you should respect is the ideals that have been lost."

"But your process involves deceiving your ideals, and then you devoutly worship the remaining products?"

Liu Fu patted the black aura emanating from his body: "Really? You're quite clever; you noticed it at a glance."

Liu Fu removed the black aura like clothing and tossed it aside: "Indeed, only by sincerely performing rituals for the deceased and then truly fulfilling their wishes before death can the deathly aura of their ideals be truly purified."

"Only then can one attain enlightenment."

"But how can you possibly fulfill their dreams?"

As he spoke, Liu Fu raised his hand and lashed out, sending a corpse that a team member was dissecting flying towards him.

Liu Fu cut open his heart with one hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out his dead ideal.

Then he grabbed Fang Nian's shoulder with his left hand: "Feel it."

When your shoulder is draped over your hand.

Fang Nian sensed a weak soul in front of her.

The soul emanated a kind of obsession.

Fang Nian easily understood the information above.

Before he died, this man had been digging stones here, carving out rooms one after another. His wish was to own a house of his own so that he could cultivate his spiritual practice here.

However, the houses they unearthed were worth one Mingwang each month, and to buy them directly would cost at least five hundred Mingwang.

How could this wish possibly be fulfilled?

Is it worth spending 500 Mingwang to gain 1 Mingwang in a losing business?

Fang Nian roughly understood why.

Liu Fu's voice rang in my ears: "You see, such a strong obsession, such deep resentment, such a powerful soul, it is impossible to disintegrate them through devout worship and salvation."

"The only option is deception."

"Although these resentful energies are powerful, they don't leave much once they enter a living human body."

"Of course, people will die if this goes on for too long."

Suddenly, Fang Nian withdrew from the brain.

Liu Fu patted Fang Nian on the shoulder: "So, while your body can still hold up, you should save up some spiritual energy, and not ruin yourself."

Despite this, Liu Fu knew very well that most of his men wouldn't honestly store up falsehoods.

In this dazzling world, there are so many places to squander money; how could they possibly escape the temptation to indulge in extravagance?

Fang Nian looked into the distance; he had already understood how Mingwang had been excavated.

However, the illusion did not seem as terrifying as Liu Fu and the others had imagined.

Fang Nian felt that these resentments were very weak, and the obsession was barely perceptible.

Moreover, even the most crucial thing, the death energy that Liu Fu needed to deal with using the seven-colored energy flow of the Netherworld, seemed to have a way to deal with it in his mind.

Fang Nian actually had a way to deal with this; many of the Martial Ancestor's unique techniques could refine death energy.

Although Fang Nian learned all the martial arts from the Martial Ancestor incorrectly, the non-martial arts techniques used on himself did not require external techniques. As long as he had the mental cultivation method, he would not use them incorrectly.

Therefore, Fang Nian actually had at least ten ways to refine the death energy.

But Fang Nian didn't say it.

Instead, Qingqing spoke up: "These people couldn't fulfill a single wish in their entire lives."

"But they can fulfill other people's wishes."

Fang Nian looked ahead: "A dead ideal doesn't seem to be just one illusion, but rather many or few."

Fang Nian glanced over and saw that the team members were refining the Netherworld Illusions, and they could refine three to five at a time.

Some have only one, while others have as many as ten.

Liu Fu: "Of course there's more than one. If a person's death only produces one Netherworld Illusion, then there probably wouldn't be enough for even the experts in the Demonic Sect to cultivate with, so how could ordinary demonic cultivators possibly be qualified to use it?"

Fang Nian glanced at Liu Fu but did not speak.

Perhaps, people like the Succubus Lord can use the Netherworld Illusion at will.

However, they will not use up all the Netherworld Essence. They want to let lower-level demonic cultivators know the benefits of Netherworld Essence so that they will collect more Netherworld Essence.

The use and creation of illusions are exactly the same as money.

No, he's much more hardcore than money. His output is fixed, yet it's not.

It cannot be faked.

Money isn't everything, but wishful thinking can fulfill any desire, as long as you accumulate enough.

Using delusion to fulfill your wishes is actually using others to fulfill your wishes.

If a wish cannot be fulfilled by a hundred people, then it should be possible for a thousand.

This is delusion.

As for the deluded ghosts, Fang Nian has not yet encountered them here.

Fang Nian looked at Liu Fu: "After refining the Netherworld, will there be no more harm in using it? Does that mean you've already borne all the karmic consequences of the Netherworld?"

That's impossible; it doesn't make sense.

Even if a two-star demon cultivator is equivalent to a hundred ordinary people, they still cannot withstand the karma of a hundred ordinary people.

Liu Fu: "Of course not. Even after using the Netherworld Illusion, a faint resentment will still linger around you."

"You have two choices."

"One option is to refine them."

One approach is to help them realize their dreams.

"I remember a few years ago, when a great cultivator became a demon, he chose to help Mingwang, whom he had used, fulfill his dream. With his strength, it would have been easy for him to fulfill various dreams one after another, but that time, because of its massive scale, it is still talked about with great interest to this day."

Fang Nian: "Can the dreams of the dead be fulfilled?"

Liu Fu looked at Fang Nian and held up the broken, used, empty shell of the raw stone: "When you used the Netherworld Illusion, it was no longer a dead ideal, but your ideal."

"This is a deal."

transaction.

Fang Nian has at least temporarily understood the operating logic of Wangcheng.

If that's the case, and you're strong enough to refine death energy on your own, then you should collect the Netherworld Delusion separately; that would be the most efficient way.

Following Liu Fu and the others, and using their cultivation methods, actually harmed their own bodies.

Use the methods of the Martial Ancestor to earn your first pot of gold.

With the Netherworld Illusion, he could then use it to enhance his strength and improve his status in the City of Illusions.

Complete the upward climbing process.

When you have a few hundred or even a thousand small teams like the Yin Money Team, you'll never have to worry about running out of money.

Although knowing the origin of the illusion made everything feel somewhat strange.

But that's the rule of Wangcheng.

Fang Nian also found all of this very strange.

However, Fang Nian's consciousness came in waves, and the thought vanished after only a second.

A mentally ill person with no psychological burdens and no heart is born to do this kind of work.