When Hu Yuan finally stepped out of the darkness and the light washed over him, he knew he had once again triumphed over his inner demons. At that moment, a large truck hurtled toward him. Hu Yuan instinctively tried to take flight using his spiritual arts, but his magic vanished, and in that split second, he was struck and sent flying by the truck.
Hearing faint sounds in a daze, he managed to open his eyes and recalled being hit and sent flying by the truck. Could he be in the underworld? No, the underworld surely wouldn't have such a luxurious environment. Had he time-traveled? Hu Yuan stood up, feeling nothing unusual with his body, and began walking forward aimlessly.
This was a bizarre world filled with temptation—dazzling, prosperous like a dream, and seemingly gathering all the beauty in the world. Endless piles of wealth stood like mountains, flashing with a blinding radiance. Peerless beauties smiled charmingly, their figures graceful; every glance and smile could captivate the soul. Powerful cultivation manuals were neatly arranged on gilded bookshelves, as if beckoning to him.
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