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"Where are we going?"

Ah Ren turned to look at his colleagues Su Yuan and Ah Mei. After accidentally turning into a ghost through the Hashimoto experiment, he felt that a large part of his memory was missing, and he could only remember the things he loved and hated the most.

The other two shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know either. Their memory retention was even worse than Ah Ren's, and they were very bloodthirsty.

They followed the horde of ghosts for quite a distance before finally stopping in front of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

Those fierce and evil ghosts, far more ferocious and wicked than himself, rushed into the temple one after another. Even Ah Ren himself didn't know why, but he actually wanted to rush in and kill everyone inside.

Fortunately, his rationality suppressed his impulse.

The other two clearly lacked such strong self-control.

"Hey!" Ah Ren instinctively raised his hand to stop them, but he was too slow and could only watch helplessly as they rushed in.

While praying that the people inside the Ksitigarbha Temple would be spared, he couldn't resist his curiosity and floated up unsteadily, trying to see what was going on inside through the courtyard wall.

"It's him."

Ah Ren could clearly see who was standing in the courtyard, and one of the figures with his eyes closed gave Ah Ren a strong sense of familiarity.

Faced with the attack, the group used weapons enhanced by Mengjie sponges to resist.

The defensive lines, however, were constantly retreating.

Suddenly, the man with his eyes closed said with a displeased look, "Let me do it? I'll be the vanguard, and you guys can share the profits? Forget it, it's my fault for always doing unprofitable business."

Then Ah Ren saw golden light emanating from the other party's body, and its body rapidly deconstructed, expanded, and grew larger, transforming into a golden Dharma image.

The two men, Su Yuan and Su Yuan, who had bravely charged forward, instantly evaporated upon contact with the golden light, their souls scattered.

More and more fierce ghosts rushed upwards like moths to a flame, and all of them perished.

Ah Ren quickly retreated because he realized that if the golden Dharma Giant continued to grow in size, it would soon expand to the position where he was standing.

"That's not right." Ah Ren realized that even the Dharma Giant was not absolutely invincible.

As its size increased, the area hit by the fierce ghosts also increased, and the golden light on its body gradually dimmed under the impact of the massive number of impacts.

"boom!!"

The golden Dharma image expanded at an accelerated rate once again.

It was unknown whether there were hundreds of thousands or millions of fierce ghosts that completely covered it, layer upon layer. Whenever golden light shone out, fierce ghosts would immediately fill the gap.

Its enormous size, bulging as if about to explode, then rapidly contracted.

Standing on the ground, Chen Guilin held a fire axe in his hand, looking up at the ghostly figures falling down with a crackling sound. He watched them twitch a few times after landing and then get up, and his heart tightened.

Chen Guilin exclaimed, "You've made a name for yourself!"

Unexpectedly, the task of sacrificing his life to save the world was ultimately taken by Tan Wenjie. In retrospect, he was somewhat envious, because this was the kind of death he wanted.

Tan Wenjie sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes lowered and his palms facing upwards, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

"He's out of magic, hurry up and attack!"

The ghost is urging us on again.

Why don't you go?

After the outburst just now, the group of ghosts were extremely wary of Tan Wenjie and were unwilling to rush forward.

No one who survives a conflict is a fool.

"They're really not easy to fool." Tan Wenjie's eyes were full of regret.

He opened his eyes and said softly, "Eight Bodhisattvas, five hundred Arhats, the Nine Luminaries, the Twelve Dippers, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Eight Righteous Gods, the Five Ghost Emperors, Black and White Impermanence... If we don't act now, when will we?"

The numerous fierce ghosts in front immediately burst into loud laughter.

"He's a big liar, even more shameless than me."

"Yes, he can invite so many gods over. I might as well call myself the Buddha."

The whole world was still shrouded in darkness, with the inky black clouds still obscuring the view.

Above the Tibetan temple, a spark of light appeared abruptly, like a firefly.

It appeared before a fierce ghost, who reached out to grab it, but the firefly escaped through its fingers.

Some ghosts noticed the "fireflies," while others ignored them, letting them fly over Tan Wenjie's head, into the main hall of the Ksitigarbha Temple, and settle steadily between the eyebrows of the clay sculpture of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Om-"

A beam of light radiated from the top of the clay sculpture's head, pierced through the roof, and struck the dark clouds, only to be quickly swallowed up by them.

The ghosts were startled when they saw the clay sculpture of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva seemingly showing signs of divine intervention, but they immediately breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the light emanating from the sculpture being swallowed up.

"Whoo~"

But not far away, another beam of light shot into the sky.

Like beacon fires, one after another, more and more beams of light shot into the dark clouds.

Tan Wenjie watched this scene quietly.

Chen Guilin and the others standing nearby couldn't remain calm; they had actually summoned a deity on a whim!
The gods arrived on the battlefield, but the situation was far from optimistic.

The battle between the dark cloud and the pillar of light was at a stalemate, but it only slightly slowed down the rate at which the pillar of light was destroyed.

Because this world is severely repelled by external forces, it cannot recover its magical power. With the limited magical power projected by the gods, it is difficult to turn the tide of the battle.

Perhaps it will allow the fierce ghosts outside to have a taste of the gods.

Tan Wenjie stood up and strode into the hall. The others immediately followed. Because of Tan Wenjie's endless tricks, the ghosts temporarily chose to remain still.

Looking up at the clay sculpture of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Tan Wenjie asked, "How long can it withstand the test?"

Chen Guilin and the others who came in with him discovered that the clay sculpture actually spoke: "One hour."

"Hey, you know about modern timekeeping too?" Tan Wenjie asked in surprise.

Everyone: "..."

Is this the point?

The clay statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva calmly explained, "That's right, Huo Wang taught me."

"Your godson Huowang?" Tan Wenjie suddenly realized which Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had been summoned this time.

To be precise, the other party had actually done him a great favor, allowing him to participate in Lin Huowang's demonic test.

“I’ll tear a hole,” Tan Wenjie said, then turned to Chen Guilin and the others, “The rest is up to you.”

"Us?" the group asked, puzzled.

Tan Wenjie strode out, his aura growing increasingly frenzied.

The Demon Race Disintegrates!

The next instant, he vanished from his spot, while the dark sky was parted by a giant golden hand.

A colossal divine face appeared behind the dark clouds, with the sun positioned precisely at its right eye, where only half of its face was visible.

As the giant hand swept away the dark clouds, those clouds seemed to come alive and frantically rushed towards him.

Without a word, a single slap caused the dark clouds that occupied a large part of the sky to disappear.

After a few slaps, the giant exploded with a "boom".

After getting a chance to catch their breath, those pillars of light grew rapidly.

Chen Guilin stood still, looking up at the sky.

"Gone?"

He thought Tan Wenjie would reappear, just like before, feigning exhaustion before unleashing a burst of power to catch the ghosts off guard. But reality surprised him; Tan Wenjie simply vanished.

But his sacrifice was not in vain. More and more beams of light shot straight into the sky and fixed the blue sky, which could not be tainted by the twisting of the dark clouds.

……

"call."

Tan Wenjie, his body regaining its focus, exhaled softly.

"I helped them clear land, helped them spread their faith, and even self-destructed once. After suffering so much, I still have to say thank you?"

The more I think about it, the more unhappy I feel.

Tan Wenjie glanced at the Seed of the Abyss in his hand, which was his greatest reward for completing the mission.

This task was barely completed, just barely passing.

The losses were too high, but he was quite satisfied with the opportunity to infiltrate the enemy camp.

He had long been accustomed to a life without any magical powers, and now he even had the mood to hum a song.

As for the development and future of the Silk world, it has nothing to do with him anymore. With those gods entering the scene, it won't be long before they completely divide up the entire world.

Although the influence of the Abyss is terrifying, it has no independent consciousness, and its demise is only a matter of time.

On the contrary, it was this successful contact with the gods that gave Tan Wenjie inspiration.

This not only means that he won't need to waste energy when traversing secret realms in the future, but also that he can remotely summon those helpers.

Training your own soldiers is nowhere near as effective as directly recruiting others.

When I first embarked on the path of cultivation, I followed the "tattered clothes and stomping the ground" lineage, and later I followed the "binding spirits and commanding generals" lineage, the path of debt gods, which was destined to be a one-way trip.

DC Universe, Justice League.

Hermione, wearing a short skirt, gently flicked her finger, and the "Quick Smooth Hair Treatment" on the dressing table flew up automatically, landed in her hand, and was gently massaged and applied.

"knocking"

There was a knock on the door.

After pressing down hard on her frizzy hair until it finally became obedient and docile, Hermione Granger turned her head and asked, "Who?"

"Your dearest professor."

Hermione's eyes lit up with surprise. She rushed to the door, opened it, saw the familiar figure standing outside, and then suddenly pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

"You're back!"

Tan Wenjie felt the powerful embrace and acknowledged Shazam's brute strength, truly deserving of the title "Hercules."

"What's wrong with your body..." Hermione keenly noticed that something was wrong with Tan Wenjie's body.

His body was extremely weak.

"There are some minor issues, nothing too serious." Tan Wenjie remained calm, gently pressing Hermione's shoulder and pushing her away. "The shampoo smells nice."

"Thank you."

“But I have another question.” Tan Wenjie frowned at Hermione. “You can’t keep transforming into Shazam. The power is good, but those gods aren’t very reliable.”

Her power might be taken away suddenly because of something, instead of being gained step by step. Her body will not be able to adapt, and that will definitely be her weakest moment.

Hermione: "I didn't use those powers, it's just that you've been gone for a while."

"Long? Wait a minute?" Tan Wenjie asked in surprise, "You mean, you've grown up?"

“15 years old.” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Tan Wenjie was completely unaware that the other person was a minor when he hugged him.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

“We’ve been apart for so long.” Tan Wenjie opened his arms. “I need a hug.”

"No way!" Hermione stepped back.

"How many of the books on spells and potions that I left behind have you read?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"All."

"I knew it." Tan Wenjie realized he had gone to unnecessary lengths.

With Solomon's wisdom, Hermione definitely didn't just read it all; she must have memorized it all and was able to apply it flexibly.

"And those materials you left behind, including the uses of dragon blood, I've been researching potions and occasionally providing them to the Justice League." Hermione raised her chin.

“Miss Hermione Granger, add 10 points,” Tan Wenjie said very cooperatively.

She became even more proud, but soon her little face scrunched up.

Having been away from her home world for so long, she had sought out other superheroes during that time, asking them for help in returning home, but each time she returned empty-handed.

Without exception, those superheroes who can travel between parallel universes can only go to worlds that also have superheroes like "Superman" and "Batman," and they can't find their own world at all.

Perhaps Tan Wenjie could help, but after seeing Tan Wenjie severely injured and losing his powers, Hermione felt that her dream of returning home and reuniting with her family was absolutely hopeless.

"Would you like to go back and take a look?" Tan Wenjie suddenly asked.

"Back?" Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "Where?"

“Hogwarts,” Tan Wenjie added, “and home.”

"Of course!"

“But you’ll likely lose the power of Shazam the Wizard after you leave here,” Tan Wenjie said.

“My power comes from my wisdom,” Hermione said confidently, then asked worriedly, “Aren’t you still…too much of a strain?”

"Don't worry," Tan Wenjie said. "Besides, I also need to try some things out."

Although the power levels in the Harry Potter world are generally low, he has a trustworthy female protagonist, Hermione Granger, by his side, and she also possesses the Deathly Trinity.

If she were to return to the Harry Potter world, with a little effort, she could easily replace Harry and become the true protagonist.

In a potions world, it wouldn't be too difficult to have the protagonist help you get rid of your negative status and then create a batch of useful potions.

"When?" Hermione asked. "Can I bring anything?"

"Of course, but it's best not to bring too much," Tan Wenjie asked. "What do you want to bring?"

Hermione vanished in an instant, then reappeared quickly.

She was carrying a schoolbag, which made a series of clanging noises.

Noticing that Tan Wenjie was staring at her bag, Hermione readily opened it and introduced, "Inside are the cape Superman gave me, the belt Batman gave me, the transformation ring Flash gave me, a pair of beautiful bracelets Wonder Woman gave me, the modified lantern Green Lantern gave me, and Martian Manhunter gave me..."

She knows everything about her family.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Unexpectedly, this made Hermione rich.

Although he was temporarily out of power, he wasn't blind and could see the radiance emanating from these "local specialties and gifts." Even if a Muggle had so many good things, he should still be able to challenge for the position of the most powerful white wizard.

"I'm ready. When do we leave?"

"Right now."

Tan Wenjie grabbed Hermione's shoulder, swallowed her into the Shadow Realm, and then calmly opened the secret realm of the Harry Potter world.

There's a main entrance; there's no need to sneak in. (End of Chapter)