Chương 1780: Fellow Cultivator Mo Xuan, Come and Give Me a Hand!

"Look. Everybody has their own weakness and their desires that they pursue. As long as the weakness and desires are located, even experts in the Nascent Soul Stage or the Divinity Transformation Stage will be so deeply attracted to the virtual worlds that they cannot free themselves. They will see it as another reality!"

The silver ball continued the persuasion with Professor Mo Xuan's voice. "Fellow Cultivator Blood Stripe. It is now or never. What are you hesitating for?"

The mental devil licked its tongue quickly, and the greed inside its eyes was even more intense than before, like a weasel that was drooling before the chicken in a trap, both tempted by the meat and fearful of that the trap would kill it. "You—what kind of trap have you deployed in the Heaven's Origin Sector? Are you confident?"