Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

In the vast and ever - changing landscape of the cultivation world, there are hidden dangers like treacherous undercurrents surging at all times. The evil high - level members of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" are like demons emerging from the chaotic abyss of blood and darkness, exuding an aura of decay and death. In the past, they had experienced numerous fierce battles, each soaked in blood and wind. In the deadly whirlpool of power, with their sinister and cunning minds, their cruel methods and decisive actions were enough to strike fear into the hearts of people. Using killing as a blade, they unmercifully eradicated all obstacles, climbing step by step to the throne of power on a pile of white bones, becoming the shrewd and powerful figures who dominated the life and death of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion".

These evil beings are like venomous dragons lurking in the abyss of the Nine Nether Hell. Their evil aura spreads far and wide, and wherever they pass, the air seems to be frozen by the cold, making all living things tremble with fear. Their eyes are as cold as frost, with a sinister light flickering in them. They constantly scan the world around them like ghosts, not missing any slightest change. Their perception is extremely sharp, like a starving and ravenous wolf in the dark. Even the gentlest breeze, quietly stirring the insignificant grass by the roadside, causing the slightest, almost imperceptible movement, in their eyes, is like a prey accidentally triggering the mechanism of a deadly trap. Once the prey is detected, it will be caught in the net of their alertness in an instant, with no chance of escape.

Recently, the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" has been quietly stirred by a mysterious and ominous force. Beneath the calm surface, there is a faint undercurrent. This undercurrent is like a surging whirlpool hidden beneath the calm lake surface. It seems peaceful on the surface, but in fact, it contains the majestic energy enough to subvert the world and destroy everything. That almost imperceptible, faint sense of restlessness, in this hotbed that has been thoroughly soaked 

and rotted by evil and conspiracy, appears so abrupt and out of place, like a smear of dirt on a pure land. It is like a pungent and disgusting odor that has abruptly intruded into the sensitive perception territory of these evil high - level members, who are as sharp - nosed as hounds. In an instant, they catch it precisely and, like a hungry python eyeing its prey, their eyes shine with fierce light, locking onto the target firmly, not letting go of any clue that might lead to the resistance forces. Their cruelty and determination are fully revealed.

In order to uproot this potential threat and eliminate future troubles, the evil high - level members quietly launched a carefully planned scheme. On the surface, they pretended to be calm and composed, with a steady expression, as if they were not affected by any changes around them. However, beneath this calm surface, there were hidden tides. They quietly mobilized various forces and strengthened their defenses, like the surging waves hidden beneath the calm sea surface, ready to set off a huge storm at any time to crush all the sprouts of resistance.

In an instant, the entire "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" seemed to be shrouded in a gloomy, oppressive, and invisible haze. The heavy atmosphere seemed to be solidified, making people breathless. Countless pairs of eyes hidden in the dark corners opened quietly, shining with greedy and ferocious glows. These eyes were like those of wolves in the night, cold and deadly, mercilessly watching everything around. They were intertwined, forming a tight and impenetrable surveillance net, closely observing every inch of the pavilion and every move of every member. Whether it was the extremely hidden corner in the winding corridor, where one might be precisely locked by the hidden eyes with the slightest carelessness, or the extremely secret and little - known entrance to the confidential chamber, this forbidden place also failed to escape the surveillance. Even the fleeting glances that members might exchange, the subtle information that might be contained in that instant of eye - contact, or the whispers that were so low as to be almost inaudible, even if the sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, were all under this invisible and strict surveillance net. Not a single detail could escape their sharp and perceptive eyes, and the strictness of the surveillance was terrifying.

On this pitch - black night, when the dark clouds covered the moon and the howling wind seemed to devour all the light in the world, dragging everything into the abyss of darkness, the members of the resistance group, with a mixture of nervousness and unwavering determination, secretly gathered in a very hidden basement deep in the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" like ghosts in the night. This basement was like a desolate corner forgotten by the world, dark and damp, filled with a pungent smell of decay, as if the smell of decay had seeped into every crevice of the walls and bricks. The thick and oppressive atmosphere in the room seemed to have a tangible weight, pressing heavily on everyone's heart, making the ordinary air thick and stagnant, almost suffocating. Every difficult breath seemed like swallowing heavy lead, painful and oppressive. A few dim yellow candlelights flickered desperately in the howling wind, as if they would be extinguished mercilessly by the wind at any moment. The flickering, faint halos shone on everyone's faces, clearly highlighting the solemn and exhausted expressions on their faces. Deep in the eyes of these members burned an unquenchable passion for justice and a deep - seated hatred for evil, which were the light of hope they held onto in the endless darkness and the inexhaustible source of motivation for them to move forward bravely. However, under the heavy pressure of the endless darkness and the overwhelming power of the enemy, a touch of faint worry and unease could not be hidden in their eyes. After all, the enemy they were facing was so powerful, insidious, and cunning. A single slip - up could lead them into an abyss of eternal damnation. This cruel reality was like a heavy yoke pressing on everyone's heart.

At that time, among these brave and determined rebels, there was a young member who had just embarked on the path of cultivation not long ago. He was like a tender seedling that had just broken through the soil, not yet tempered by the vicissitudes of the world, and had not seen the sinister nature of people and the cruelty of the world. Under the suffocatingly tense situation and the heavy burden of responsibility in recent days, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, 

like a tightly - stretched string that could break at any moment. When he was delivering a crucial piece of intelligence related to the life and death of the group, his originally steady and strong hands began to tremble uncontrollably, like a withered leaf fluttering in the autumn wind, shivering in the cold wind, unable to stop the trembling rhythm, as if tightly grasped by an invisible hand of fear. At the same time, a fleeting and almost imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes, like a frightened fawn that, when suddenly faced with mortal danger, lost its former determination and courage in an instant, leaving only fear and bewilderment in its eyes, like a helpless lamb lost in the dark forest. And this tiny flaw was like a faint glimmer of light in the endless dark night sky, which was precisely caught by the evil spy hidden in the ventilation duct like a ghost.

The spy was small and agile, moving quickly and nimbly, like a cunning rat accustomed to scurrying around in the dark. Relying on his familiarity with this dark, damp, and intricate environment and his innate sharp observation skills, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, he precisely locked this fleeting and subtle flaw within his field of vision. Then, with lightning speed and extremely covert and clever means, like delivering a death sentence, he quickly transmitted this top - secret intelligence. It was as if the intelligence was a cold and ruthless noose in the hands of the soul - reaper, instantly wrapping the deadly danger tightly around the resistance group, putting them in an extremely dangerous situation.

This news spread like an ominous bird with black wings in this abyss of evil at an unimaginable speed. In an instant, it reached the ears of the evil high - level members like a silent ghost. These wily and far - sighted villains, in just a short moment, relying on their rich experience in the intrigues and power struggles over the years and their terrifyingly cunning wisdom, like masters of puzzles, carefully analyzed and inferred from these scattered and seemingly unrelated clues, accurately deducing the existence of the resistance group and their hidden intentions. There was no hesitation or pity on their faces. Instead, there was a cold - blooded ferocity and an arrogant look of certainty, as if they were the gods of life and death, mercilessly pronouncing the fate of the rebels.

Immediately afterwards, a cold-blooded and bloody, extremely cruel purge operation swept through the "Heaven-Questioning Pavilion" like a black storm, with an overwhelming and irresistible force. A large number of well-trained and ruthless elite lackeys were urgently dispatched to all key positions like a surging tide. They held sharp blades that glinted with a cold light, as if capable of devouring souls. In their eyes shone a ferocious and bloodthirsty gleam, filled with a craving for blood and a total disregard for life. They were like Asuras from hell, launching a frantic search and brutal pursuit of the resistance group that left no corner unchecked. It was just like a pack of ravenous and vicious wolves hunting an injured prey, baring their teeth, roaring wildly, vowing to tear them into pieces and wipe them out completely, so as to extinguish the faint flame of resistance under this bloody suppression without leaving even a trace of embers. 

Shortly after, a cold - blooded, bloody, and inhumane cleansing operation swept through the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion" like a black storm with irresistible force. A large number of well - trained and ruthless elite minions were urgently dispatched to key positions like a tide. They held sharp blades that glistened with a cold light, as if capable of devouring souls. Their eyes radiated a fierce and blood - thirsty glow, filled with a craving for blood and a disregard for life, like Asuras from hell. They launched a frenzied search and brutal pursuit of the resistance group without leaving any corner, like a pack of hungry and vicious wolves hunting an injured prey, baring their fangs, roaring madly, vowing to tear them to pieces and wipe them out completely, extinguishing the faint flame of resistance under this bloody suppression without leaving a single spark.

In an instant, Lin Yu and his companions, who were caught off - guard, were mercilessly drawn into this sudden abyss of despair. The shadow of death spread rapidly from all directions like thick ink, quickly enveloping them. It was as if a dark curtain had wrapped them tightly, leaving no glimmer of hope. The shrill and ear - piercing alarm bells echoed continuously in the pavilions and halls of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion", the sound like the shrill roar of the Grim Reaper, each sound shattering people's courage and hearts, as if it were the countdown bell of death, mercilessly pounding on everyone's soul, making fear spread wildly in their hearts. The shouts of killing and the sounds of footsteps surged towards them like a surging tide from all directions, as if they were about to be completely swallowed up. The sounds grew closer and louder, like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking the ground, leaving them with no place to escape, like trapped beasts in a desperate situation.

They were forced to abandon their previously painstakingly managed hiding place, which they regarded as a safe haven. Like frightened birds, they fled in panic and scattered in the complex and maze - like pavilions and secret passages. During this chaotic escape, some members, in order to buy a glimmer of hope for the large group and to keep the light of justice they held in their hearts burning, like heroic martyrs, resolutely stepped forward. With determination and fearlessness in their eyes, they rushed in the opposite direction of the large group. Their lonely yet resolute figures disappeared into the deep darkness in an instant, leaving only a string of fading footsteps and the unvanished resolute aura in the air, as if it were the last trace of their resistance in this dark world, weak yet shocking. Some members, due to severe physical exhaustion during this chaotic escape, could no longer bear the huge pressure. Like puppets whose strength had been drained, they collapsed to the ground. Their knees hit the hard ground with a dull and heart - wrenching sound, as if it were a lament of fate. But they gritted their teeth, enduring the excruciating pain and extreme fatigue, and with an iron - like will, they struggled to get up again. Every movement was filled with hardship and difficulty, and they continued to stagger forward on the verge of life and death, moving towards the possible light of hope, no matter how slim the hope was, they would never give up.

Lin Yu tightly held the long sword that emitted a faint cold light. The cold light was so weak yet so precious in this darkness, as if it were the last hope in the endless darkness and the only weapon for them to fight against despair. The sword body trembled slightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was due to the nervousness as taut as a bowstring in his heart or the tremor of the raging anger at the enemy. However, his eyes were filled with resolute determination, as if two clusters of never - extinguishing bright flames were burning, which were the embodiment of his unwavering adherence to justice and his indomitable spirit of resistance against evil, like bright stars shining in the dark. He shouted hoarsely, the sound like an arrow piercing through the dark and silent night sky, carrying endless strength and encouragement, trying to cheer up the remaining companions around him and make them not give up, like a guide in the dark, giving his companions the courage to move forward. At the same time, relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the "Heaven - Questioning Pavilion", like a cheetah nimbly shuttling in the dark, he led everyone to desperately search for a glimmer of hope that might not even exist in this dangerous and life - threatening situation. Unfortunately, the constantly approaching and inescapable danger around them was like a tightening deadly noose, squeezing their already narrow living space mercilessly every second, making the situation more and more desperate. It was as if they were already trapped in an invisible and huge spider web. No matter how hard they struggled and how much effort they put in, it was difficult to break free from the tightening shackles of death. It seemed that the gears of fate had mercilessly pushed them to the edge of a cliff, and what awaited them seemed to be only the endless abyss of darkness. The future was uncertain, and their lives hung in the balance.