The sky was gloomy and the energy in the air was increasingly irritable.
A flash of lightning lit up the entire sky for several seconds.
In the residential district, a huge crack suddenly appeared in midair, as if it had been split open by the lightning.
Through the crack, one could vaguely see some ancient buildings deep inside.
The Ancient Domain!
It really exists!
The soup spoon in the old man's hand fell to the ground, and he was somewhat stunned.
Several extraordinary-looking youths looked at each other warily.
Then, one of them took a deep breath and rushed out first, his body surface shimmering with golden light as he entered the crack.
As if on cue, the others followed closely behind.
Let's go!
Seeing the youths leaving, the old man's expression changed. He gritted his teeth and said,
Inspector General is still...
The middle-aged woman hesitated.
The light in the old man's eyes flickered: It's too late, and since this is the first Ancient Domain to appear, there must be great opportunities inside. As long as we come out alive, who cares who the Inspector General is! We might even become Inspector Generals ourselves!
Hearing the old man's words, the other three also showed decisiveness on their faces.
The four of them rushed into the crack as well.
On the sixth floor of Happiness Residential District, the old woman who had been sitting in the rocking chair watching out the window stood up the moment the crack appeared. She shakily picked up the bowl from the dining table, with a delicate pair of scissors hanging from her waist, and her shadow disappeared eerily.
The instant the old woman disappeared, Mao Yong'an rushed out from the bedroom, anxiously looking for his cell phone.
Fortunately, the old woman had left his phone in a drawer in the coffee table instead of taking it away.
Mao Yong'an excitedly grabbed his phone, sent out a few text messages, opened the window, and flew into the crack under the pull of several origami cranes.
Seeing the empty noodle stall, Luo Ping was a little stunned.
It seemed that something incredible had happened in just a few minutes.
As more and more figures entered the crack, his mind became more active, and he finally got up and walked towards the crack.
The roc spreads its wings, riding the wind for ninety thousand li.
In this generation, I, Li Hongtian, will make a name that will last for thousands of years.
A confident voice rang out, and a young man in a fine suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking very refined, walked over from afar.
With every step he took, the youth seemed to teleport forward more than ten meters.
In just three steps he arrived at the edge of the crack.
Feeling the overbearing aura from the youth, Luo Ping was very cautious.
Blocking my way.
Li Hongtian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and with his voice, Luo Ping's body involuntarily took two steps back without his control.
Only then was he satisfied as he stepped into the crack.
Until Li Hongtian disappeared, Luo Ping's face still held a look of fear.
It was as if that young man could easily kill him anytime he wanted.
Standing in front of the crack, Luo Ping's face was full of struggle and hesitation, before finally gritting his teeth and squeezing in.
A headless corpse, a shadow, including a woman in a ghost mask and cheongsam.
One by one, figures of unknown origin entered the crack.
It was as if the crack held some kind of allure.
Upstairs, Wang Ye, who had been expressionlessly observing everything, slowly put on a human skin mask.
Then his figure became thinner, and he looked somewhat frail, his face changed as well.
In an instant, the person standing there was no longer Wang Ye, but the Wailing Ghost from Junkyard City.
Yes, Wang Ye was now mimicking the aura of the Wailing Ghost.
Wisps of ghostly energy emanated from Wang Ye's body.
Looking at the mourning hat in his hand, Wang Ye slowly put it on his own head.
Given his current situation, every bit of extra strength could give him a slightly better chance of survival. Since he was already gambling with his life, Wang Ye didn't mind gambling it a couple more times.
One stream after another of icy energy ceaselessly flowed into Wang Ye's body from the mourning hat.
For some inexplicable reason, a feeling of grief emerged in Wang Ye's heart, making him want to cry.
And faintly, he felt that there was some kind of energy in the mourning hat that could spread with his cries.
So this was the source of the Wailing Ghost's abilities?
He just didn't know what the side effects would be.
Wearing the mourning hat, Wang Ye now resembled the Wailing Ghost even more.
After putting on an oversized black coat and wrapping a scarf around him, putting a bowler hat on Xiao Si's head, Xiao Si had also changed a lot, giving off an eerie air, like some old-time gang leader.
Finally, after making sure no one was around, Wang Ye forcibly smashed the glass and jumped out the window.
With Wang Ye's current abilities, the six-story drop was no difficulty at all.
As for why he didn't take the stairs...
He didn't dare let the crack disappear from his sight even for a second...
Alright, Wang Ye was also human, with normal human emotions.
For this excursion, Wang Ye was also under tremendous pressure. Looking cool before possible death didn't seem too bad.
Not long after Wang Ye left, a figure appeared in the room next door and entered Wang Ye's room.
Seeing the broken glass on the floor, grief was written all over the figure's face. He picked up a broom and carefully swept up the pieces, making sure to clear away any remaining glass fragments from the window before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
After silently tidying everything up, the figure went to the mirror and looked at himself seriously.
What was reflected in the mirror was Wang Ye's face.
The figure rubbed his face and tried to make the cold expression Wang Ye usually had, finally nodding satisfactorily. Then he went into Wang Ye's bedroom and changed into clothes Wang Ye often wore.
Finally, at the same position by the window, he jumped down as well, walking somewhat stiffly as he entered the crack.
The Buddhists, Qingfeng Stockade, Luo Ping, they were all chasing after Wang Ye.
Even Wang Ye himself didn't dare go in wearing his own face, who knew how much guts this guy had.
Or perhaps...
He was fearless because he was relying on something?
Outside Beijing City, several powerful auras permeated, aimed right at Beijing!
Get lost!
A hoarse yet powerful voice suddenly exploded in the sky, carrying echoes.
There was a muffled groan in the void, as if someone was injured.
Beijing is under my Tian Group's jurisdiction.
Intruders die!
The voice contained tremendous power, and as it spoke, several powerful auras also appeared from Tian Group headquarters.
Soon, everything outside the city gates quieted down again, as if nothing had happened.
Only a drop of blood that faintly shimmered with golden light fell from the sky.
And the auras from within Tian Group once again concealed themselves without a trace.
igrating to the cultivation world for two hundred years, I've managed to lie low and reach the Nascent Soul stage. Only now does my golden finger arrive? ...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
