Keeping a low profile in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 1: Evil

“Ho ho ho—”

Wu Tao woke up from his nightmare, put his hands on the hard wooden bed, and opened his mouth wide, like a drowning person, gasping for air . Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and hit the hard wooden bed, making a low and dull sound in the dark and cramped cabin.

In that nightmare, he seemed to be in endless darkness, overwhelmed by panic and fear. Suddenly, an indescribable terror struck in the darkness...devouring everything, including him.