Chapter 85: The Shadow That Lurks, How His Mother Fares (R-18)
Aldrian was still trying to make sense of the vision. He didn’t glance at the screen showing the integration of his domain with the city, instead, his mind was consumed by the vision he’d just experienced. The handsome young man, bravely facing something ominous, stirred a deep ache within him, filling him with anger.
He took a moment to calm himself, trying to rein in the fury building inside. The visions always seemed to affect him deeply, which annoyed him, but he knew they were crucial clues to the origin of his powers.
"Finally, huh," he muttered.
If he combined this experience with all the others, it seemed his power also had some connection to demonic cultivators—or perhaps even the Heavenly Demon—since the vision only appeared when he cultivated in the Temple of the Heavenly Demon. He didn’t recognize the young man in the vision, yet he felt an odd sense of familiarity with him.
Everyone in the vision he had experienced looked relieved when they gazed at him. Back at the Shrine of the Heavenly Tree, he had a vision where he was adored, respected, even worshipped by the masses.
His curiosity surged, compelling him to uncover more about his powers and his true identity. He inspected the altar for a moment. From the outside, it appeared nearly identical to the one in the Yu family manor, with the only difference being the amount of karma tied to it.
After deciding there was nothing more to see, he chose to leave. He didn’t want to be caught by the three great sects for barging into their sacred place. Drying his pants with fire, he donned his robe before exiting the room and closing the door behind him. He fixed the seal formation and teleported outside, continuing to teleport until he reached the foot of the mountain.
Without stopping, he teleported into the midst of the bustling city crowd, choosing to walk among the people. He enjoyed taking a stroll now that he’d accomplished what he set out to do for the day.
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In the unknown place,
The atmosphere was dark and gloomy. In the center of the room, a large silhouette sat with a lazy posture, one hand propping up his head while the other rested on the buttocks of a beautiful woman. She moved rhythmically, her body offering him pleasure as his manhood remained buried inside her. Her moans echoed through the vast space, filling the room with an erotic sound.