Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 553 Mysterious Resurgence Before the Apocalypse

Unfortunately, Zhang Ze's attempt to abduct the little girl's mother failed. Although he clearly sensed the existence of a vast and chaotic will, he was unable to communicate with it.

Even with the help of Fuuki and Daidai-hime translators, it's not enough.

That will is indescribable, like a chaotic vortex, in which all the thoughts of all living beings resonate and ripple.

Even if Zhang Ze tried to force his way in, he would probably be sucked in and become part of that will.

However, Zhang Ze, still harboring wicked intentions, did not give up. He composed himself and focused his attention on the sacred tree sapling in the center of the Central Continent. Using it as the center, he expanded outwards and accessed a portion of the Amplification Tower's permissions.

As Zhang Ze's divine sense spread, the amplification towers were activated, the power of the sacred tree was ignited, and all the cultivators nearby were connected to the mental network.

What should we eat tonight?

【casual.】

How about braised chicken with pork belly?

[Okay, wait a minute, what do you want to stew? And who exactly are you?]

[Oh, it's me, He Dong Xiao Shuai, my ID is 77922. Brothers, come watch my live stream when you have time, my MC skills are amazing.]

This kind of small-scale experiment had been conducted several times before, so the cultivators within the network coverage area did not feel panicked.

As usual, they treated the launch of this online community as an anonymous group chat party.

They might display their sexual fetishes, ramble on about all sorts of things, or, like the handsome young man from Hedong, advertise their careers.

Unfortunately, this time someone was spying on them.

After wandering through this small network of thoughts for a while, Zhang Ze grasped the idea that resonated with him the most.

What should we eat tonight?

In a sense, this should also be considered the wish of all living beings.

After 'packing and organizing' his thoughts, Zhang Ze disconnected from the internet, preparing to convey this 'wish' on behalf of others.

When faced with the chaotic will of the Four Continents Lolita Mother once again, Zhang Ze chose a gentle and slow approach.

The endless ripples were quickly smoothed out, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ze threw his 'wish' into it.

"Hmm~"

Whether it was his imagination or not, Zhang Ze thought he heard a soft sigh.

But as Zhang Ze held his breath, preparing to await the next supreme instruction, no sound came out again.

Zhang Ze waited for a while longer, but still received no response, so he had no choice but to give up.

"Fine, if I don't want to talk to them, I don't want to talk to them."

After muttering something under his breath, Zhang Ze withdrew his divine sense, stopped idly wandering, and continued to roam the world in his mind.

Qianji Town, the area around Facailin.

Zhang Ze's master, Lao Li, planted a "Fortune Forest" to commemorate the deduction of his salary, which has now become a scenic spot in Qianji Town.

I don't know who spread the word, but it's said that this place is very powerful. If you touch the money tree here, the withheld salary will be transferred to the fate of the person who touches the tree.

Since then, the Fortune Tree Forest has been a popular destination for tourists.

The same is true today.

But for some unknown reason, the forest is strangely quiet today. As you walk through it, you can hear a will in the darkness asking you what you want to eat tonight.

And as long as you think about it, the voice will respond.

However, although the voice from the unseen realm responded softly, it did not grant every request.

You want dragon liver and phoenix gall? We don't have those.

You want ginseng that can extend your life by a hundred years? We don't have any.

You want to stir-fry the Foundation Establishment Pill? No, we don't have it.

Do you want snail rice noodles with fried egg, pig's trotters, and grilled sausage? We don't have those yet.

In any case, there was nothing. These greedy people asked about all kinds of good food from the immortals, but they came up empty-handed.

Until Lily, leading Mao Mao and wagging her tail, entered the Fortune Forest.

Ever since that rumor spread, Lily has come here every evening before dinner to bump into the old lady's tree, hoping to absorb some of the good fortune.

She heard the sound as soon as she entered the woods, but before she could order, her cat, Mao Mao, suddenly barked.

With that bark, the entire Fortune Forest stirred without wind, and as the branches swayed, slices of appetizing radishes sprouted from the trees.

Next came the leftover fried dough sticks from the morning, the braised pork knuckle with rice for lunch, and the chilled iced tea for afternoon tea.

These are all things that Mao Mao loves to eat.

Lily was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know what was going on, she immediately realized what was happening and started begging while hugging the dog's head.

"Come on, come on, hurry, tell me you want to eat gold."

Mao Mao gave Lily a disdainful look, and finally reluctantly barked.

Suddenly, the money tree above Lily's head blossomed, and gold coins rained down from the canopy, making Lily dizzy.

When the last gold coin fell, Lily was happily buried alive in it.

Thus, this strange incident came to an end with Lily being injured alone.

Afterwards, upon investigation, Old Li initially thought it was Qianji Pavilion or Tongtong Family playing tricks, but after personally inquiring, he discovered that they also only learned about the matter afterward.

After several joint investigations yielded no results, the matter was dropped.

Aside from the fact that a group of idle people with their dogs would come to the forest to order food every evening before dinner, this incident did not have any impact on Sizhou.

—Pleasant moments are always fleeting—

A few months later, no one paid any more attention to the strange occurrences at Fortune Forest.

Because the prelude to the ocean tides has arrived.

As with previous ones, the first thing to happen was earthquakes and sudden climate changes across all four continents.

This time, however, all the beings of the four continents were well prepared.

Commander Chen accurately predicted the time of the first earthquake. Before the earthquake and landslide arrived, the people of the six sects had already guided the people in their respective areas to complete the evacuation.

Chen Qianhu himself arrived at that heart-shaking origin point.

The Frosty Mountains of the North.

He stood alone on the mountaintop, hands behind his back, eyes slightly closed, sensing the unseen ripples.

Suddenly, color appeared in the darkness before his eyes.

Chen Qianhu saw that the sky above his head changed, and the distorted colors disappeared in an instant.

Along with this came the trembling of the ground beneath their feet.

In an instant, the earth's veins beneath Frost Valley changed, the structure and properties of matter were distorted and altered, and the hard rocks turned into thick mud.

Some of the mud turned into reddish crystals in the blink of an eye, and then exploded.

Black crystalline branches suddenly sprouted from the crater created by the explosion. The branches grew wildly, spreading like an earth dragon and tearing apart everything around them.

Starting from these mountains, the land of the North was torn apart, and the entire continent began to collapse.
Chen Qianhu opened his eyes, dispelling the illusion he had just witnessed.

He reached out and grasped, and a longsword formed from frost and snow appeared in his hand. Holding this brand-new sword, he looked up at the sky.

Dozens of illusory figures emerged from behind him, each resembling him and wielding a long sword.

After leaving Commander Chen, these shadows appeared in various places across the four continents: on the mountain peaks, at the corners of the North Sea, on the rooftops of good houses, and in the middle of main roads.

All the shadows, just like the original bodies, looked up at the sky.

The instant the tide rippled and the sky changed color, he drew his sword.

This sword strike contained no fancy techniques; it was simply a direct strike to the heavens, shattering the first ripple that descended upon the four continents.

The sky clears and the clouds disperse; a single sword cleaves the heavens.

The chaotic light of the sky dissipated, and the impact of the churning sea was minimized.

The massive earthquake that swept across the four continents was reduced to smaller-scale tremors, the net of roots formed by the sacred tree being sufficient to protect the earth. With the first major crisis resolved, the remaining abnormal weather, localized floods, and landslides were no longer a concern.

The cultivators stationed in various places could easily hold them off.

The advance preparations made for the sea also proved very useful, and the tsunami was stopped.

This tide was indeed more powerful than ever before, just as predicted; the prelude alone nearly destroyed most of the four continents.

Based on past experience, there should have been a period of silence lasting six months to a year, but this time it is not the case.

After the crisis of the sinkhole was resolved, a series of strange and unusual events followed.

These strange phenomena, born from the Earth Sea, are theoretically extremely dangerous, appear without any pattern, and cannot be countered by ordinary means.

To solve this, from the perspective of traditional experience, the only solution is to start with the eeriness itself.

In other words, only the bizarre can solve the bizarre.

Someone needs to temporarily seal the supernatural entity with their own body, becoming a supernatural controller, and then use the power of the supernatural entity to find a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

But things are different now; the cultivators of the Four Continents are now reformers.

The monks of the Four Continents today believe in the principle of early detection and early treatment.

Every phenomenon has its reason for existence; anything that can be seen can be destroyed.

Yeah, it means being beaten to death.
Fenglai County.

Like other places, the entire Fenglai County has completed the renovation of Qianji Pavilion.

The villages within the county were reorganized around the Amplification Tower and the Sacred Tree, with each location ensured to be guarded by multiple monks or magical artifacts.

At the same time, people's activities are temporarily restricted, and those without cultivation should avoid going out.

If you feel stifled and want to wander around to relieve your boredom, you can play football in the newly opened little cave or do some role-playing in the miniature Jade Book Illusion.

In short, although everyone has been staying at home recently, no one has felt bored.

The problem is, if humans aren't bored, then it's the weird boredom that comes from the sea.

The two ghost letters and ghost knocks have been quite bored lately.

They were born from the chaos of the sea and the fears and thoughts of humanity's past. But as soon as they landed, before they could even begin their killing spree, the two monsters found themselves in a somewhat helpless situation.

"Still can't get out?" Gui Laixin asked, squatting at the base of the wall.

"We can't get out. Something's wrong here. We might be trapped in a maze." Gui Knocks on the door and shakes his head.

These two old monsters, who should have been a calamity across the four continents, are now inexplicably trapped in Fenglai County. No matter what methods they use, they cannot leave, and as time goes by, their range of activity is gradually shrinking.

It went from Fenglai County to Fenglai Town, and now it has become Zouji Village.

Moreover, in addition to their reduced range of activities, their abilities seem to have lost their effectiveness due to the rule of killing.

The two old tricksters are subject to certain rules: one can only kill the person who hears the knocking, and the other can only kill the person who replies.

Although Gui Laixin has been writing letters non-stop lately, for some reason, no one has replied at all.

It's like paper letters have been phased out.

The same goes for the ghost knocking on the door; for the past two days, he has been wandering back and forth in Chicken Village, knocking on doors from house to house.

No matter how hard he knocked, the doors wouldn't make a sound, and he couldn't understand the password or fingerprint on them.

Two lonely old men squatted at the base of the wall, sighing and lamenting the decline of morality.

Just as he was marveling at this, the ghostly letter suddenly perked up, "I've got it!"

"What's up?"

"Someone replied!"

As he spoke, a blood-red letter appeared in the ghost messenger's hand, containing only a short sentence.

Come on over here if you dare.

Seeing the ghost knocking on the door, he was filled with envy. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Let me go and take a look, let me feast my eyes."

"Come on, let's be brothers, who's who?"

Although the once vast and expansive domain is now only a tiny speck, the two ghosts still fiercely uphold it, preparing to begin their first hunt since its inception.

When they arrived at the east end of the village, they saw a house they had never seen before.

The house brought tears to their eyes; it was as traditional as could be.

Even the door is just an ordinary wooden door.

Gui Knock thought to himself that his trip hadn't been in vain. He looked at the wooden door that could make a knocking sound like a lustful demon who had been abstinent for ten years and said, "You have to let me knock today. You can't refuse."

Without waiting for Gui Laixin's consent, he stepped forward and banged on the door three times.

"Who is it?" A gentle voice sounded from inside the door.

But before Gui could answer the knocking, a voice came from inside, "Whoever it is, just let them in."

Upon hearing the sound, both the ghost knocker and the ghost letter were initially taken aback, but then overjoyed.

"One for each person?"

"One for each!"

After dividing the loot, the two spies exchanged a knowing smile, then passed directly through the wall and entered the house, ready to unleash their carnage.
"Ok?"

The two ghosts were stunned as soon as they entered the room, because their tiny ghost domains vanished as soon as they entered, and no matter how hard they tried to condense them, they could not gather them back together.

At the same time, there were not just two people in the room, but four bald, muscular men.

Four bald men: one young, one rugged, and two with gray beards.

But regardless of their appearance, they were all shirtless, their muscles smooth and shiny, radiating a golden glow.

"Both of them actually came," the young, bald man said calmly.

"That's good, saves us trouble!" The burly bald man stood up and folded up the stool he was sitting on.

The two men with white beards scrutinized the two ghosts with critical eyes, uttering strange words as they did so.

What? This is the simplest application of the theory of submersion into the earth and sea.

What? I just talked about this kind of case with my students in class yesterday.

In short, neither of them understood a word.

Gui Laixin sensed something was amiss, something was very wrong, so he took a small step back and shielded Gui Laixin in front of him.

He then kicked the person knocking on the door in the buttocks, and used the recoil to escape outside.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

He crashed headfirst into a golden barrier.

It wasn't a magic array, but something similar to their strange domain, only much more powerful and sturdier.

As he got up, a faint voice sounded in his ear.

"Excellent, excellent! Now that you're here, don't leave! Take refuge in Buddha, and your urn will be 20% off!"

What happened next was too tragic to recount.

All I can say is that if someone were to pass by this little house at this time, they could vaguely hear some inappropriate noises.

For example, "I was wrong, I don't want to be a specimen, I want to go home," etc.
In short, this is cause for celebration.

Life is tough not only for these minor monsters, but also for the major monsters.

On the Huzhou Plain, a massive octahedron, born from the sea of ​​earth, floats in the air and is slowly moving toward the city in front of it.

But the people in the city did not panic. After everyone returned to their homes, the entire city began to deform and then began to sink underground.

The broadcast also resounded throughout the city.

[The third new Bianjing has begun to sink; defensive operations have commenced. The land-sea barrier has been activated, the psychic network has been initiated, and Dongfeng air support is expected to arrive in three minutes.]

[Gundam 00 Exia, Little Earth Fairy, Half-Star, Launch!]

(End of this chapter)