Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Step by step, I trod on the sticky, fleshy steps.

Even though they had passed by several times, everyone still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Even olfactory fatigue can't withstand such a stimulating smell," Wu Xiaoyou couldn't help but exclaim.

Without turning his head, the monk Huiming, who was walking ahead, asked, "Benefactor Hua, what is olfactory fatigue?"

He's actually quite nervous right now and needs to find some topics to distract himself.

In response, Wu Xiaoyou subconsciously said, "The human body adapts to persistent odors. When exposed to the same odor for a long time, the brain gradually ignores the signal, leading to a weakening or even loss of olfactory perception. It's just a protective mechanism of the nervous system..."

Wu Xiaoyou was slightly stunned as Passion Fruit and others joked that Sister Hua knew a lot.

Where did I learn this knowledge from?

Based on my personality, I don't seem like someone who would frequently look through medical-related materials.

The feeling I get now is that someone is constantly whispering all sorts of strange knowledge in my ear, and after hearing it so many times, I naturally remember some of it.

But... where would I find such a person around me?

As they chatted, the group gradually arrived at the stone gate.

Sure enough, here they saw the mutated corpse of Black Eye Obsession, scattered all over the ground after last night's fierce battle.

One of the hand bones was attached to the base of a broken Buddha statue in front of the stone gate.

This is clearly the result of the last burst of consciousness that Master Huiming described after everyone had left.

"Master, are you sure that the black-eyed obsession opened the door but didn't go in?" Ruoshui asked cautiously, still looking at the scene.

If the other party did not have a final burst of energy before death, and opened the door to enter the stone gate a night earlier than everyone else.

Now this place is probably a den of dragons and tigers. Not to mention that there are traps everywhere, it is probably impossible to move an inch.

“Yes, he disappeared last night,” Monk Huiming said firmly.

But there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Yes, the obsession with black eyes from last night has dissipated, but what about today's? And what about the future's?
It seems that attachment to self truly will always exist...

The group stepped over the eerie corpses on the ground, each holding a red candle for illumination as they walked toward the dark stone cave.

Monk Huiming led the way, while Wu Xiaoyou followed at the back to prevent any accidents.

She was also somewhat puzzled by these fragments of people.

If I really participated in the battle to eradicate the Black Eye's obsession, then why is the opponent's corpse still so intact?

Under the destructive effect of the [Old Days] power, if Black Eye Obsession is beaten to death, it should at least be covered in bruises and welts, right?
Moreover, he could not sense any signs that the corpse had been destroyed by the "Old Days".

That means the other person wasn't killed by you at all, but by someone who doesn't exist in anyone's memory.

Could this person be the one sending him a message by lighting red candles?
With these questions in mind, she and the others ventured deeper into the cave.

Before we even reached the end, a strange smell wafted over.

Everyone's brows relaxed when they smelled the aroma.

It was a rich sandalwood scent, mixed with the sweet fragrance of lotus, thick yet not pungent.

It's like the piety accumulated by countless believers burning incense and making offerings over thousands of years, seeping into every inch of the stone wall.

The sandalwood incense gradually soothed the nasal pain caused by the bloody steps.

Monk Huiming took a deep breath, his tense nerves inexplicably relaxing as he said, "This is... the smell of a temple, a true Buddhist temple."

As the cave ceiling rose higher and higher, the group finally saw the underground Buddhist kingdom.

The dome is immeasurably high, but it is not completely dark.

Countless points of light are embedded on it, and at first glance it looks like thousands of lotus lanterns, suspended above the dome hundreds of meters high, illuminating the entire space.

The place where everyone stood after emerging from the cave was the starting point of a wide stone-paved road.

The road was five zhang wide and stretched straight ahead, with no end in sight.

The surface is covered with white, jade-like stone slabs, each polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the lotus lanterns on the dome.

Countless trees line both sides of this road.

It is not an ordinary tree, but a Bodhi tree carved from jade.

Each leaf is a translucent jade, shimmering with a warm emerald hue under the golden light. Tiny water droplets fall between the leaves, splashing a faint sandalwood scent on the ground.

Ruoshui walked over and caught a drop of water in her hand. The drop rolled in her palm for a long time without dissipating, like a solidified tear.

She leaned closer to smell it and said, "This is just like nectar."

The moment the water droplets touched her skin, she felt some of the fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days dissipate.

After taking a deep breath and her eyes slightly warming, she continued, "This place... truly is a sanctuary."

The fortress remained silent.

He subconsciously wanted to activate the "Code Vision" and use data to verify the authenticity of everything.

But in the end, they didn't do that.

This is the first time he hasn't wanted to use data to deconstruct the beauty before him.

Instead, I just wanted to quietly experience it, like an ordinary pilgrim who had finally reached the end of their pilgrimage.

Looking around, everyone seemed somewhat immersed in the beauty of the Buddhist kingdom.

Only Wu Xiaoyou frowned slightly.

She walked to a jade Bodhi tree and gently touched it.

Click—

The moment they came into contact, the jade Bodhi tree shattered into countless stone fragments.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden commotion behind them, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it was Wu Xiaoyou who had caused the situation.

Mug said with relief, "Sister Hua, relax. This place doesn't look too dangerous."

Others echoed this sentiment.

Hearing what they said, Wu Xiaoyou's slightly furrowed brows did not relax.

Because I didn't use the power of the [Old Days] just now, it was really just a simple touch.

The pristine land before my eyes is like a mirage, fragile and easily shattered.

However, even so, other players shouldn't be so addicted. They know the harm that the Golden Cicada caused before. Even if all of this was created by the Golden Cicada, who knows if these things were also made of flesh and blood?

That seems to leave only one explanation.

Some kind of force is subtly influencing everyone's minds; the players were probably already under its influence from the moment they stepped through the stone gate and painfully smelled the sandalwood.

But why am I unaffected...?

Oh, it's not that I'm completely unaffected. At least in my eyes, the scenery in front of me is just as beautiful. It's just that I'm not obsessed with it.

If it were him, he would probably be able to see through the illusion and reach the truth behind it.

"Huh? Who is he?"

Wu Xiaoyou was startled by her own subconscious thought.

Why did I suddenly have this thought?

She shook her head and continued walking forward with the group.

Gradually, buildings began to appear on both sides of the road.

It's not a Buddhist shrine, but a monks' quarters.

Exquisite monks' quarters are scattered along both sides of the road, each one brightly lit, with the figures of monks sitting quietly behind the windows.

The chanting of sutras emanated from these monasteries, deep and resonant, representing the most solemn chapters in all Buddhist scriptures.

The chanting sounds came together, forming a warm wave of sound that enveloped everyone.

“This must be the real Compassion Temple,” Jinxin murmured. “The one on the ground is fake; this is the real one.”

No one refuted him, because they felt the same way, even the monk Huiming was no exception. They continued walking forward, unaware of how much time had passed, simply immersed in the solemnity and beauty of this underground paradise.

Finally, after passing through the monastery, we arrived at the end of the road.

In a square so vast it defies description, the paving stones are made of golden slabs, each engraved with a lotus flower.

Although it looks like stone, it feels strangely soft to the touch, like stepping on a real lotus flower.

The square is surrounded by countless Buddhist niches.

The shrine doesn't contain Buddha statues, but real monks!
They sat in meditation with their eyes closed, dressed in kasaya robes, their bodies radiating a faint golden light, and the chanting of sutras gathered into a deep and solemn ocean.

This is a hymn to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

The monk Huiming also recognized these monks as the pilgrims who had disappeared one after another from Cibei Temple.

Logically speaking, after they were eaten by the cicada, their flesh and blood were used to make steps, their skin was peeled off to become scriptures, and even their bones were piled up inside the outer wall of the temple to make it grow taller and taller.

Why did you suddenly appear here?
Could it be... that they didn't die?

The monk Huiming didn't know why he had such a thought.

Logically, upon seeing this scene, one should feel that their souls are imprisoned in a Buddhist shrine, destined to be forever bound to chanting Buddhist scriptures.

But in the end, they still felt that perhaps they had not died, but had simply come to this Pure Land of Buddhism to become true monks.

I looked up at the Buddha statue sitting in the center of the square.

Monk Huiming almost fell to his knees with a thud.

The enormous, breathtaking Buddha statue sat regally on a lotus pedestal.

The lotus platform alone is twenty feet tall, and the petals are made of pure gold, with Sanskrit scriptures engraved on each petal.

The Buddha statue itself radiates golden light, appearing exceptionally sacred and noble.

The Buddha has three faces.

The left side depicts an angry expression, with wide-open, glaring eyes and exposed fangs.

But that anger was not real anger; it was the righteousness of vanquishing demons and upholding justice, and the majesty of protecting believers.

On the right are the faces of all living beings; the Buddha's eyes are slightly lowered, and his expression is complex.

That expression encompassed the suffering, sins, and ignorance of all beings.

The face in the very center is neither blank nor distorted.

Instead, it is a perfect and compassionate face.

It was as if the Buddha was looking at everyone with the most compassionate gaze, making them feel warmth from the inside out.

At this moment, neither the players nor the monk Huiming had any thought of desecrating the Buddha statue.

At that moment, all they wanted to do was put their hands together in prayer, touch their foreheads to the ground, and chant Amitabha Buddha's name.

In an instant, everyone except Wu Xiaoyou and Passion Fruit began to kneel down.

call--

Wu Xiaoyou stepped forward and, before everyone's knees touched the ground, spread her six angel wings to support them, preventing them from actually kneeling.

Seeing the strange looks they were giving her, Wu Xiaoyou's eyes were filled with a coldness that was completely out of place in this pure land.

She said coldly to Ruoshui, "Open your [Heart Cocoon], use passion fruit to help, and share it with others just like when you have morning class."

This sudden command caught the players off guard.

"Why?" Ruoshui turned her head and looked around. "Is there any danger now?"

Passion Fruit, who hadn't knelt down with the others for some reason, hesitated and said, "Sister Ruoshui, let's listen to Sister Hua. I also feel something's not right..."

brush--

The angel's wings sliced ​​through the air and instantly touched Ruoshui's face.

Wu Xiaoyou's tone carried an unyielding command: "Do what I tell you to do, or I'll slap you across the face."

After saying that, a hint of apology flashed in her eyes, but it was immediately suppressed.

Each time Wu Xiaoyou unleashes the power of the [Old Days] to the point where she can unlock the six wings of an angel and the crown, her personality becomes unusually cold, like a high and mighty saint looking down on the lowly mortals at her feet.

With things having come to this, Ruoshui sighed and gestured for Passion Fruit to take out the corresponding protective amulets and throw them to the other players and Monk Huiming.

After all, whether the other shore flower is being controlled by something or she is actually feeling some kind of strange, invisible attack, if she really has to face it, she will probably have to activate the [Heart Cocoon] and share it.

hum-

As the skill was activated, the invisible spiritual energy on each person formed translucent, silk-like threads, quickly wrapping around and protecting them.

At the same moment, the piety in their eyes wavered for a moment, then a glimmer of clarity appeared.

"Why...why did I just pray to Buddha?" Mug looked at his legs, which were almost kneeling as he was lifted up by angel wings, with disbelief.

Jin Xin also frowned in confusion and said, "Me too, I don't believe in Buddhism at all."

Under the mental defense of the "Heart Cocoon," although the Buddhist Kingdom was still a pure land in everyone's eyes, their gradually fanatical piety was brought back to its original state.

Clearly, this is some kind of attack targeting the mental level.

The crucial point is that no one noticed!
Once she regained her senses, Ruoshui looked at Passion Fruit and asked with some surprise, "How come you seem to have been less affected than us?"

Yes, the spider lilies were unaffected; there must have been some special method used.

However, Ruoshui, who was familiar with passion fruit, knew that the other party did not have such strong mental defense and perception abilities.

Why did they step forward to persuade her when the spider lily made her open her "heart cocoon"?

Even when everyone was kneeling down at the beginning, Passion Fruit hesitated more than the others.

In response, she looked puzzled and said, "I don't know. I just vaguely felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. You guys were kneeling down while I was still thinking about it, so this really does feel a bit off."

Upon hearing these words, everyone's eyes turned to Wu Xiaoyou.

Perhaps the other party can provide some answers?

The crown and the six wings of the angel slowly retracted, and the indifference in Wu Xiaoyou's eyes quietly melted away.

After a moment of contemplation, she said, "It's probably related to the extent to which the dormitory has affected us."

"If I had to say what passion fruit and I have in common, it would probably be that neither of us has been affected by the dormitory."

Wu Xiaoyou was able to quickly overcome the trials of the corrupt dormitory she lived in every night, and it can be said that she was completely unaffected by them.

Passion Fruit was eliminated with Wu Xiaoyou's help on the first night. In addition, she was a test of the Five Benefits Envoy, and after passing the test once, she never appeared again.

However, the others who underwent the Five Dull Envoys' test at night mostly struggled to pass it.

And they could clearly feel that these trials were becoming more and more difficult each night.

No one can say for sure whether they were completely unaffected during the test.

After all, these five factors make the influence of this mentality and cognition subtle and gradual, and cannot be clearly observed.

"And what about him?" Fortress suddenly spoke up. "What kind of influence is he under? The anomaly index is gradually increasing."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Monk Huiming.

Even with the defense of the [Heart Cocoon], the familiar black filth still inevitably appeared in his eyes.

He sat cross-legged, panting heavily, trying to calm himself down through meditation.

Wu Xiaoyou looked up at the huge golden Buddha statue.

He squinted and said, "The influence that the Venerable Monk Huiming suffered probably originated from Jin Chan and himself, which is much more serious than what we have experienced."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up sharply. The golden cicada was inside the Buddha statue!?

call--

Upon hearing this, among the countless Buddhist shrines and monks surrounding the square, a pair of greedy eyes also turned towards them.

His face was all too familiar in the shadow of the lotus lantern.

He is Abbot Kongbei… (End of Chapter)