Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8742: The real_1

As Hao Tong’s voice echoed, a brilliant white light suddenly emanated from the coffin’s lid. This light scanned Hao Tong’s entire body before vanishing. In the very next instant, Hao Tong felt a tremor run through him. He then found himself transported to a most peculiar location – a room bathed in light. Above him floated numerous orbs of light, each inscribed with distinct words. Some declared ‘training,’ others ‘actual combat,’ and some even ‘arena battle.’ There were also labels for ‘survival training’ and similar challenges.

Hao Tong observed these luminous spheres with a sense of bewilderment. He then proceeded to examine his own physical form, discovering its remarkable tangibility; even the sensation of touch felt utterly authentic. This discovery brought a surge of excitement. However, his primary objective was actual combat training. He immediately approached the light orb marked ‘actual combat’ and made contact. The orb pulsed with light, and in the subsequent moment, Hao Tong perceived his transition into another chamber. This room, too, was filled with light orbs, each bearing inscriptions. These bore the names of the ten great Sects, and surprisingly, even the designations of powerful entities like demon beasts, cloud beasts, and the shadow race. Such a revelation piqued Hao Tong’s intense curiosity.

Nevertheless, Hao Tong ultimately selected the token belonging to the Blood Slaughter Sect. He was currently honing his skills with the Blood Slaughter Sect’s cultivation techniques and sought practical application. Engaging in actual combat with fellow members of the sect, he believed, was the sole path to truly gauging his own might. Therefore, he decisively chose the Blood Slaughter Sect’s token.

Subsequently, a flash of white light illuminated the area. In the blink of an eye, he realized he was yet again in a different room. Within this space, numerous light orbs remained, each adorned with various inscriptions. Some indicated ‘desert,’ others ‘forest,’ still others ‘sea,’ and one even proclaimed ‘barren mountain.’ Observing these labels, Hao Tong immediately grasped their purpose: they were for him to select the training environment. Without further deliberation, he promptly chose ‘forest.’

Following his selection, a disorienting blur overtook his vision. The next moment, he found himself immersed in a dense forest. Towering trees and diverse flora surrounded him on all sides. He could even detect the earthy fragrance of the surrounding vegetation. The realism was so profound that it fostered an illusion within Hao Tong, making him question if this was merely an experiment or if he had genuinely arrived in a forest.

However, at this precise juncture, he noticed an individual standing approximately five meters before him, gazing directly at him. His shock was immediate upon recognizing the person; the face and physique were identical to his own, and the stranger regarded him with a chilling demeanor.

Hao Tong stood momentarily stunned. He then met the gaze of the individual before him, uncertain of how to proceed. The other Hao Tong smirked coldly and spoke, “The setting you’ve selected is not without its merits; I find it quite agreeable. However, this domain belongs to our Bloody Massacre Sect. Since you presume to challenge me, do not hold me accountable for any discourtesy you may encounter.” With his declaration complete, the figure moved with astonishing speed, lunging directly at Hao Tong. Unseen by anyone, a blade shimmering with scarlet light had already materialized in the assailant’s hand.

Hao Tong recoiled in surprise. He quickly glanced at his own hand, discovering that his spatial equipment was readily accessible. With a swift mental command, a blood-hued saber appeared in his grasp. Yet, he was a fraction of a second too late. The opponent advanced, unleashing a swift slash towards him. This was none other than the signature saber technique of the Blood Slaughter Sect: the eight forms of blood battle.

Renowned throughout the Blood Sea Realm, the eight forms of bloody battle stood as its most celebrated saber technique. Even prior to the unification of the Blood Sea Realm under the Blood Kill Sect, this formidable skill was recognized by countless individuals across its expanse. Indeed, its fame was widespread. However, it was only when wielded by disciples of the Blood Kill Sect that this saber technique could be fully unleashed to its utmost potential. Consequently, while numerous individuals attempted to master it, few achieved true proficiency.

Despite this, the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect held a deep affection for this particular set of blade techniques, with nearly all of them undertaking its study. Hao Tong was no exception; he too had previously learned these forms and had attained a considerable level of skill. It could be asserted that this was the saber technique he was most intimately familiar with, and he felt confident in his current execution of it.

It was precisely because of this mastery that upon witnessing his opponent employ the bloody combat eight strikes against him, Hao Tong immediately retaliated in kind. With a fierce roar, he unleashed his own ‘bloody rain’ strike. His saber form unfurled, sending forth a wave of crimson Saber Light that surged towards his adversary like a downpour of blood.

Nevertheless, his speed lagged behind his adversary's. He witnessed the glint of a blade, and an onslaught of sword light surged towards him like a crimson river. A tumultuous clanging ensued. They exchanged over a dozen fierce blows before disengaging. Yet, Hao Tong perceived himself to be at a disadvantage.

His opponent's raw power was comparable, as was their grasp of saber techniques. Despite their perceived parity, Hao Tong felt an undeniable suppression. This sensation was profoundly unsettling, a distinct feeling of being outmatched.

Irked by this, Hao Tong let out a cold snort. With a resounding battle cry, he swung his sword, launching an assault. Observing his aggressive move, a cunning glint appeared in his opponent's eyes. The adversary swiftly sidestepped, and in the following instant, raised their left hand. This hand suddenly ballooned in size, seemingly expanding manifold in a flash, before delivering a powerful punch.

Hao Tong was taken aback, utterly unprepared for such a tactic. He recognized this peculiar method of enlarging one's hand for an attack as a forbidden combat technique of the Giant Demon Sect. He had gained this knowledge from infrequent encounters, and seeing it employed now genuinely astonished him. He hastily invoked a saber technique, attempting to parry the incoming strike.

However, at that critical juncture, the opponent's enlarged left hand shifted its objective. The massive appendage abruptly ceased its offensive thrust. Simultaneously, the saber in their right hand struck again with renewed ferocity. This blade attack was exceptionally potent. Hao Tong also observed that the opponent's right arm had thickened considerably as they wielded the saber.

"Clang!" The sabers met with a deafening sound. An immense force coursed through Hao Tong, shattering his defensive stance. His arm went numb, and he felt on the verge of losing his grip. In that moment, the opponent's left hand lunged once more. Hao Tong's body reacted instantly, retreating rapidly. Concurrently, he raised his saber, endeavoring to block the opponent's fist.

But just as his saber was about to make contact, the opponent's fist transformed into a claw, snatching his weapon. Due to the increased size of the opponent's hand, its defensive capability had also been amplified. This grasp caused no harm to the attacker's hand. Then, with a powerful tug, Hao Tong felt an overwhelming force. He could not help but release his grip. The saber slipped from his grasp into his opponent's possession, sending Hao Tong staggering several steps.

Losing his balance at this moment proved potentially fatal. The saber in his opponent's right hand whistled through the air, aimed directly at him. Hao Tong found himself incapable of evading this strike. He could distinctly sense the killing intent emanating from the blade. His eyes fluttered shut, bracing for the inevitable sensation of the blade piercing his flesh.

The next instant, a searing pain shot from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. Then, a flash of white light appeared before his eyes. His body convulsed, and he snapped his eyes open, gasping for air. Finally, he took in his surroundings, revealing countless patterns before him. It was then he remembered – he had entered a real illusion for training.

Despite understanding his location, he instinctively reached out to touch himself. He had vividly felt the enemy's blade cut him, experiencing genuine pain. Even upon touching his left shoulder, the sensation of injury lingered, yet he was undeniably alive and unharmed.

At this precise moment, the patterns before his eyes flickered, and his vision cleared. Squinting, he opened his eyes fully. Surveying his surroundings, he realized the coffin lid had been lifted. He sat up abruptly, taking several deep breaths.

Having experienced the battlefield, he was no stranger to the proximity of death. Yet, for reasons unknown, he had felt death's icy grip so intensely moments ago. Now, he understood that everything previously experienced was merely an illusion. He had been immersed in a highly realistic illusory realm.

Although the realization had dawned, he remained profoundly astonished. The sensations within the illusion had been unnervingly authentic, so much so that they instilled a sense of fear, particularly the moment the blade made contact. He had truly felt as though he had died. Thankfully, he had finally awakened.

Just as he was about to recline, a voice suddenly resounded. "After each demise, a minimum rest period of three days is mandatory before re-entry into a realistic illusion. All participants are to vacate the premises immediately." The voice was eerily calm, lacking any human inflection. Nevertheless, Hao Tong comprehended its directive.

Hao Tong couldn’t help but sigh. Then, he jumped out of the coffin. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly felt his legs weaken. This surprised him greatly. He immediately exerted force and stabilized himself. Then, he realized that his entire body was actually covered in sweat. He understood that his condition did not seem to be quite right.

He let out a long breath. He finally grasped why the sect imposed such a rule, requiring at least three days of rest after death. In his estimation, even three days of rest wouldn't be enough for him to recover properly in his current state. It felt as though he had truly endured a perilous ordeal, a life-and-death confrontation. The sensation was truly difficult to articulate.

He put on his shoes and surveyed the room once more. Then, taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped outside. As he emerged, he noticed that many individuals who had been confined outside had already opened their doors. Some cultivators were also observed entering and exiting, as if an incident had occurred. He recognized these cultivators; they appeared to be responsible for life-saving matters within the sect, not disciples engaged in combat. This piqued his curiosity. He promptly beckoned to one of the rescue disciples and inquired, "What is this? What has happened?"

The man glanced at him and replied in a deep tone, "An alarm sounded in that room just now. A disciple entered the real illusion and met their end within. They believed they were truly dead, and their mental fluctuations were erratic. They are currently undergoing treatment." Upon hearing the other party's explanation, Hao Tong was taken aback. He had never imagined that such an event could transpire.