The night enveloped the whole city, the streets flashed with colored lights, and laughter and screams were intertwined. The Halloween revelry was a lively one, with people in fancy costumes carrying pumpkin lights and chasing and playing. Young men and women enjoy the fun of this wacky holiday, as if everything is made ridiculous by laughter.
In a dimly lit bar, a man in a black cloak, his face so pale that it was almost transparent, sat in the corner and sipped a glass of red wine. No one noticed that a strange light was reflected in his eyes. This man's name was Alan, an ordinary vampire from the modern era.
"Hey little brother, drink some of this, it's guaranteed to make you more interesting tonight!" A man in a zombie costume beside him laughed, handing over a bottle of liquid with an eerie sheen.
Alan frowned and looked up at the bottle. Strange symbols were carved into the bottle, and there seemed to be faintly flickering points of light floating in the liquid. "No need, I still like my blood." He smiled faintly and continued to drink with his head down.
Suddenly, an eerie aura swept through the doorway, accompanied by a low incantation. A twisted symbol flooded the doorway, as if opening some ancient, forbidden seal. The air became stagnant, and the crowd in the bar stood still for an instant, all the laughter turning into rustling snickers.
"This is ... a formation!" Alan's heart tightened and his brows furrowed slightly. The intense energy gave him a dangerous aura, as if it came from some ancient evil sect.
"Who are you guys? Stop it!" The bar owner shrieked and tried to stop the sudden vision, but was pushed to the ground by an invisible force. The symbols became distorted, and the space looked like it was being torn apart as the dark cracks gradually widened.
"Ah...!" Before Alan could react, he only felt his body being pulled by a powerful suction force, as if he was being pulled into a bottomless abyss.
In a moment of daze, he only felt his eyes go black, and his entire body plunged into a pitch-black abyss.
When he woke up again, he was no longer in that bar.
He found himself in a desolate land, the sky was overcast, the mountains in the distance towered in the sky like giant beasts, and clouds and mist covered the end of the sky. The air was suffocating with a strange odor.
"Where am I ... this?" Alan tried to stand up, but realized that his body was light and seemed to become weightless. The body did not have the heavy feeling of modern people, instead it seemed to be floating in the air.
"Could ... I have traveled across?" This possibility surfaced in his mind and his heart shook. That sudden formation just now, could it be some kind of legendary "teleportation formation"?
As he looked around, he saw some strange talisman fragments scattered on the ground, and scattered symbol fragments floating in the air, which seemed to still retain the energy of the formation that had just occurred.
"This ... should be a cultivation world?" Alan tried, his voice low and a little doubtful.
Just then, a sudden laughter broke the silence, "Aiyaa, little brother, you're trespassing on my Heavenly Realm's forbidden land!"
Alan looked up, only to see a small Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and full of anxiety running over in a panic, with a folding fan in his hand, but the fan was obviously shaking from his grip.
"Who ... are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?" Ching Ming's voice carried obvious panic, and the look on his face was even more panicked, as if he had seen some great demon.
"Me? My name is Alan." Alan pretended to be calm and looked at him with a smile, "I just ran into some trouble and got lost."
"Lost?" Ching Ming's face became even more unsightly, and sweat began to break out on his forehead, "You ... are not a cultivator here, are you? Where did you come from? How did you end up here?"
Alan casually scratched his head and pretended to be indifferent, "I'm also an ordinary person who just happened to encounter something strange and suddenly came here."
"Oh my god ... this is impossible!" The corners of Ching Ming's mouth twitched as he shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "It's impossible ...Impossible ...This isn't an ordinary world, absolutely not! This is the Cultivation World ... Impossible!"
"Cultivation world?" Alan pretended to look puzzled, "Where is this? How come I've never heard of it?"
Ching Ming's face became extremely flustered, as if he had encountered some heavenly danger, his hands kept shaking, and he muttered, "I ... I have to quickly notify the clan ... This... . this must be something heavenly!"
Alan frowned, secretly guessing in his heart: what exactly is this little Daoist panicking about? Could it be that he is also a cultivator? However, since he was acting so panicked, perhaps he should not reveal his identity for the time being.
"Don't worry, I'm just lost, no offense for now." Alan smiled and put on a calm demeanor, "Can you tell me what this place is?"
"This is ... this is the Cultivation World ...," Ching Ming finally stabilized his emotions, but was still full of tension, "You... . you mustn't make trouble, or ... otherwise you'll get into big trouble!"
"Cultivation World?" Alan's heart fluttered, imploring himself to pay more attention to the strange symbols and auras.
"You ... you come with me first, I'll take you to see the Patriarch." Ching Ming said as he stepped back, as if he was afraid that Alan would suddenly lash out.
"Alright." Alan nodded, secretly calculating in his heart: for the time being, he pretended to be an ordinary person and observed the rules of this world first. As for the identity ... wait until later.
The two walked along the wilderness into the distance, the sky gradually darkened. In the distance, a shadow quietly rose, seemingly watching their footsteps.