However, his fingers and eyes seemed to be manipulated by a mysterious force as he flipped through the pages.
As the characters flickered, a vivid, illusory, and real modern world of cultivation appeared in front of his eyes. He seemed to be able to see the lackluster sky, the red and purple gutter, the rusted magical equipment graveyard, and the countless "garbage bugs" living inside. He could even clearly smell the nauseating yet incomparably familiar smell that was a mix of rot, mold, and blood.
"What—what is going on?"
"Why does this d*mn 'Magical Equipment Graveyard' look so familiar? It's clearly a very pale and weak template for descriptions and routines. It's no different from the novels I've read before. I can't tell how skilled the author is, but it feels… it feels different!"
"Is it my imagination?
