Calamity of Tomorrow

Zhao Haomiao watched Zhou Bai silently for a few minutes. The latter still hadn't moved at all, and Zhao Haomiao thought coldly, "Following Nasha secretly, huh... Well, I want to see what you're going to do tonight."

Zhao Haomiao continued to observe Zhou Bai from a distance of several hundred meters, noticing Zhou Bai stayed close to Nasha the whole time until she finished her training and returned to her dormitory.

'He's following Nasha back to her dorm? What is he trying to do?'

Zhao Haomiao didn't know that Zhou Bai's dormitory was right next to Nasha's. Just as he thought Zhou Bai would sneak into Nasha's dorm, he saw Zhou Bai sprint and swiftly climb up the wall like a cockroach scurrying along the wall.

Zhao Haomiao thought, 'What is this guy up to?'

Then he saw Zhou Bai suddenly stop, stealthily poke his head out at a window, and just lay there motionless.

Zhou Bai was doing this to leverage Nasha's beauty to cultivate his skills. Though he lived next to Nasha, effective cultivation required unobstructed proximities, and living next door wasn't quite effective.

However, Zhao Haomiao didn't know this; he looked at Zhou Bai on the wall and was instantly shocked, "What the hell is going on?"

"Stalking?"

"Harassment?"

Zhao Haomiao felt a surge of disgust, "This guy is even more useless than I had anticipated; wasting time and energy on a woman is bad enough, but to secretly follow and spy too?"

Zhao Haomiao watched impatiently for over an hour, seeing Zhou Bai lay on the wall motionless. His feelings gradually shifted from disgust to wonder, from wonder to a sense of eeriness, and now as he stared at the black silhouette on the wall, he suddenly had an illusion; he couldn't tell if it was just a shadow, or Zhou Bai himself.

Is Zhou Bai still there?

Would a normal person lie on a wall for more than an hour?

What is he actually doing?

The more he watched, the stranger it felt, yet his curiosity was irresistibly piqued. Zhao Haomiao controlled his body and breathing, carefully approaching the dormitory building.

'Zhou Bai is at the fourth level of sword diagram, although he once defeated a fifth-level warrior during the competition of the Four Great Taoist Schools.'

As for the rumors of him forcing back hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Demons with a single sword strike, Zhao Haomiao found them too absurd to believe.

He thought that it must be a ploy by the East Tao School, spreading such messages to mislead the public and protect Zhou Bai.

'But with my fifth-level strength, approaching within about 100 meters and just glancing at him should not allow him to detect me.'

Zhao Haomiao's family, though not of gods or immortals, was extraordinary in its own right, possessing a potent legacy. This visit to the East Tao School was a result of various compromises.

His demonstrated talent and strength during his time at the school were now no less than the top students of the Four Great Taoist Schools; his family's Dream Heart Scripture was a peculiar form of Twilight Taoist Skill with many clever applications.

Then, Zhao Haomiao's body darted out; he lightly crossed over several small buildings without generating much noise.

After closing the distance by over a hundred meters, Zhao Haomiao thought to himself, "This distance should be about right."

Then he saw Zhao Haomiao sitting cross-legged on the ground, casting a Taoist hand gesture towards Zhou Bai as he activated the Dream Heart Scripture.

A shadow, visible only to Zhao Haomiao, soared from his body and shot directly towards Zhou Bai.

This was the dream elemental force condensed by Zhao Haomiao using the special technique of the Dream Heart Scripture. It had no offensive power itself, but it could be used to probe the subconscious, and unless the opponent was also an expert in dreams and subconscious, it would almost never be detected.

"The Dream Heart Scripture is a top Taoist skill for manipulating dreams and perceiving the subconscious. When it comes to understanding dreams and consciousness, no one in the world can surpass our Zhao Family."

Zhao Haomiao had cultivated his Dream Heart Scripture to a pinnacle level. He could even manipulate his own consciousness, weave or seal memories, change his personality, split and fracture his self-awareness, and play with it at will.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to recklessly observe others' subconscious, without fearing his own consciousness being affected.

"Let me see what you are really thinking..."

Boom!

As the dream force entered Zhou Bai's body, a burst of dazzling lights and chaotic reflections continuously played in front of him.

"Human subconscious is a type of information hidden deep within the human consciousness, so deep that the individual is often unaware of it."

"The human brain is constantly receiving various kinds of information. To not hinder our cognitive abilities, most of this information is ignored."

"The subconscious mind consists of mental activities that have occurred but have not reached the conscious state."

"In other words, the subconscious often represents the true thoughts deep within a person's mind at every moment, but people are often unaware of its existence."

"Even many thoughts that people believe they have forgotten, that have been subconsciously ignored and buried, are still stored in the subconscious, influencing their thoughts, perceptions, and decisions."

The next moment, the colorful lights vanished, and what appeared before Zhao Haomiao was a strange space.

Whether it was the sky or the ground, everywhere flowed a mud-like strange substance as if the whole world was made of black mud, and the air was filled with a bizarre, foul odor.

"It's like a personal hell. What is this guy thinking about all day?"

The next moment, beautiful young ladies covered in black mud flew through the air, laughing and playing with the mud.

Zhao Haomiao said, "This guy really does like women... and in a very twisted way."

But the next moment, seeing a group of handsome men also covered in black mud passing by, Zhao Haomiao was shocked, then angry, "…Too twisted. How can such a person be the top winner of the Four Great Taoist Schools?"

Zhao Haomiao continued to delve deeper into Zhou Bai's subconscious, wanting to see if he could find more information: "Let me take a look, a look at the secrets deep within your heart, how twisted you really are… no, what are you really thinking?"

Soon, he saw huge screens appear between heaven and earth, all covered in various texts.

"Words!" Zhao Haomiao felt a surge of excitement. Words are generally extremely valuable information representing a person's deep inner thoughts about themselves, others, and the world.

"And to be reflected in the subconscious, they must be the most memorable to him."

He looked towards the texts: "…My name is Death's Wing, the ordained destroyer of worlds, the ender of all things, unstoppable, incontrovertible, I am the great cataclysm…"