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Chapter 282: Memory Fabrication: The Time Traveler and the Reincarnation of Thunder Emperor

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Memory Fabrication: The Time Traveler and the Reincarnation of Thunder Emperor

City-wide fires, cries and shouts filled the air, and Feng Haonan knew for the first time what evil truly was.

Compared to this demon dao, even his foolish parents and calculating uncles seemed somewhat kind!

He would remember for the rest of his life, the old Taoist priest watching the demons ravaging the city, his head grotesquely transforming into a wolf’s head, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, grinning at him, "So much delicious food, I really want to eat a few more bites!"

Feng Haonan was so frightened that he wet his pants. After calming down, he realized for the first time that the world was far more dangerous than he thought, he had become fearful.

Perhaps it wasn’t too bad sticking with his foolish parents. After all, as long as he hid well, he wouldn’t be tormented by demons.

But if he followed this old Taoist priest.... It seemed like he would truly become a demon?

Unfortunately, despite his understanding, he was only six years old and already caught in the demon’s claws.

At sunrise, the old Taoist priest made his move.

He spread a large cloud of demonic miasma with a wave of his hand, enveloping the city-slaughtering demons as if he was a merciful immortal!

In the demonic miasma, Feng Haonan watched as the old Taoist priest skinned the demons one by one, eating their flesh and blood, then left on a demonic wind, leaving a broken city for them to slowly recover. The crowds were even grateful to them, it was truly laughable and stupid!

Looking at the crowds from the sky, Feng Haonan was reminded of the chickens and ducks raised in his village, the similarity was striking.

The old Taoist priest took him to a high peak, silently sneaking into the back mountain, entering an underground palace.

From that moment on, he truly understood what hell was.

In the massive palace were all sorts of demons and ghosts, locked up in individual cells like another kind of chicken or duck.

He was no exception, locked up for three days following the so-called purification of the mind. He was taken to a bizarre temple and saw seven demons of different forms sitting like clay embryos, receiving incense offerings.

After he was led by a dog-man to offer incense to a fox statue in the middle, the fox statue suddenly came to life. It shed a fox skin, leaving behind a bloody figure sitting in its place.

Feng Haonan, whose courage had already grown considerably, became scared once again when the empty skin of the fox walked up to him, seemingly about to don him. He immediately sat on the ground in fear, but he did not cry.

"Top-grade spiritual root, so early wisdom, it seems it should soon reach top-grade. A decent seedling indeed, seems worth cultivating!" Upon hearing the fox skin speak in human tongue, Feng Haonan was horrified to find that he was being split in half.

No, it was his skin that was splitting in half.

He was skinned too, dripping with fresh blood like the statue, yet he couldn’t resist, nor could he feel anything.

But when a grotesque fox skin was draped over him, a tsunami-like pain assaulted him. His body burned, felt like it was being pricked with needles, he fainted from the unbearable pain for the first time.

For the first time, he understood that besides talisman medicine and well water tortures, there were also other forms of tortures in this world.

And this torment was only the beginning.

Every day afterward was hell.

Day by day, the fur on his body tore and gnawed at his flesh, attacking his mind, shattering his sanity, his everything. In this perpetually dark world, he lived, offered incense, and fought for food with similar demons and ghosts.

He didn’t know why he had to be alive, why he had to go through such sufferings.

After an unknown period of time, he had grown three times taller, the people around him coming and going in waves. When he was at his limit, he uncontrollably broke out of the underground.

Seeing the outside world again, the bright world, he saw an immortal with a frozen thousands of miles, a Demon King with raging flames, and a giant fox.

They were battling each other, the immortal disappeared in a rainbow, freezing them, the Demon King’s demonic flames soaring, killing all the root causes of pain, the fox skin demons.

When he regained consciousness, he had already arrived at another place, a place meant for rescue and treatment.

The woman who took care of him said they were saved by an immortal.

An immortal, do immortals truly exist in this world?

If they really do, why did he have to be a demonic child for so many years?

Why did he have to go through such a long everlasting torture in complete darkness?

Was it because they were punishing him for thinking his parents were foolish?

While lost in thought, he saw an unforgettable scene. A beautiful man glowing with rosy light appeared before him. The man placed his hand on his chest and immediately, he felt like he had been transported from hell to heaven.

Such a warm, comfortable feeling, even more unforgettable and nostalgic than the embrace of a mother at birth!

He is clearly a man, yet why does his smile leave such a deep imprint on my memory!

It turns out there really are immortals in this world!

He exclaimed in surprise, and what amazed him even more was that, along with the immortal’s treatment, something even deeper within him seemed to have been awakened.

In his daze, he had another life, in an even more magical world.

A world without horses pulling carts, with iron birds flying in the sky and long insects that could travel ten thousand miles. It was truly miraculous.

Does such a world really exist?

When he regained his senses after the end of the treatment, in the brief span of a few breaths, he was no longer the same person.

With the awakening of memory, only today did I realize that I am who I am!

He was Feng Haonan, the demonic child who nurtures skin, but he was also Feng Haonan, the earth traverser!

The memory that was twenty years late had finally returned!

At the same time, the standard equipment for transmigrators also awakened, his own golden finger, an exchange store called Penglai.

Penglai?

Exchange store?

What strange things are these!

Main God Space 2.0?

Or has Reincarnation Paradise iterated?

Please don’t come up with extermination missions all the time. I’ve had enough of the hardships of these past twenty-plus years!

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Meanwhile, in the living area of the disciples following the team on the upper level of the Ascending Immortal Ship.

After Liang Cheng and Liang Jun were rescued and personally met by Wang Zijia, they became the only two ordinary people living on the same floor as the immortals.

Liang Jun knew that he was basking in his son’s glory.

But Liang Jun had been worried these past few days. Starting two days ago, his son had been falling asleep all the time, and each time he fell asleep, it would last for half a day.

At first, he didn’t notice it, but then his son told him that he had been having a strange dream.

In the dream there was a Thunder Emperor of the Immortal World who dominated the Multi-Heavens.

There was something about being betrayed by his subordinates and bouncing through ten thousand realms.

If it had been in the past, he wouldn’t have cared. It was just a dream! But having seen so many miracles and demonic chaos, he feared his son was being targeted by some evil power.

He went to two little immortals and got the same response: there’s no problem.

He wanted to find Wang Zijia to have a look several times, but since he had realized Wang Zijia’s identity in the past half a year, he didn’t dare bother him casually now.

"Bang!"

While Liang Jun was lost in thought, his son, Liang Cheng, suddenly closed his eyes and fainted on the ground.

This wasn’t a rare occurrence in the past two days.

With a worried face, he picked up his son and put him on the bed, looking at his sleeping son. Clenching his teeth, he said, "When Cheng wakes up, I must take him to see Wang Zijia. Even if I get scolded, I can’t delay any longer!"

Who knew that this faint would last from the afternoon until the evening?

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