Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Master, Junior Brother Sha, it's been a long time..."

As soon as Sun Wukong finished speaking, a suction force burst forth from the scroll, pulling the group inside.

The saying goes, "A mustard seed contains Mount Sumeru, a small space holds a vast universe; within a painting lies the universe itself."

Smoke billowed, and a village lit by lanterns appeared before everyone's eyes.

The village was filled with an ethereal atmosphere and was bustling with activity.

The Dragon plants grass, the Tiger forges iron, the Monkey brews wine, and the Dog refines elixirs.

The remaining zodiac signs of the Six Ding and Six Jia, as well as the few remaining star deities of the Twenty-Eight Mansions, all reside here.

In addition, the Four Dragon Lords of the Huai River sat around drinking, the True Lords of Water and Fire were fishing, and the True Martial Emperor and the Eastern Emperor were playing chess.

There was also a monk draped in a halo of merit, sitting cross-legged with an Arhat with a ferocious face, chanting scriptures.

"Good, good, good! It's really lively!" Sun Wukong laughed heartily and greeted each of the people in the Ruyi Scroll.

Emperor Zhenwu couldn't help but chuckle. After all these years, he had finally seen the monkey behave with proper restraint.

These words sparked another round of laughter.

"Why isn't Your Majesty saying anything? Should we go and say hello?"

Xingzhi slyly nudged Donghua beside him with his elbow, not for any other reason than that among the group of immortals, there was also a Donghua Emperor from this realm.

Although their Donghua was superior in terms of demeanor, in terms of cultivation, once the Reincarnation Wristwatch was removed, one Donghua could easily defeat a hundred of theirs.

The saying goes, having the same name isn't scary; what's embarrassing is being bad at it. Coincidentally, their Donghua seems to be even worse.

"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute." Donghua glanced at Xingzhi. He wouldn't acknowledge the title of Emperor again until the end of this world. On the other hand, the Longevity Emperor was very comfortable among the gods, chatting and toasting with them one by one, and quickly becoming one of them.

This amazed the group. Jiajing was like a social butterfly, knowing everything about the temperaments, preferences, and strengths of all the immortals present.

After a long time, the group discussed the matter and unanimously decided to set up their final base camp at Flower Fruit Mountain.

That's where it all began, and it's time to put an end to this world.

The group split into two groups. One group, led by Sun Wukong, went to Huanghua Temple to retrieve the last root weapon. The other group, led by Wanshou Emperor, returned to Huaguo Mountain, announced their name, and gathered the demons in the human world who were willing to rebel against Heaven, waiting for Wukong's return so that they could launch a surprise attack on the Nine Heavens.

"What do you think Jiajing meant by this?"

On the way to Huanghua Temple, Feng Lang asked a question that seemed rather strange.

Although Donghua was watching over Jiajing, he was still somewhat uneasy.

"Why should Your Highness care about these things? Just eat well, drink well, and have fun along the way. Once the mission is complete, just remember how good we were to you."

He was completely oblivious to his surroundings; all he cared about was whether he had controlled the heat well and whether he would burn the fish.

He held an ice pop in his hand, with a goldfish shimmering with iridescent colors stuck in the stick, and the flames roasting it came from Feng Lang's Power Gem.

"What are you saying, Divine Lord? I'm not some prince." Feng Lang covered his face. Ever since the main god used his wristwatch as a medium a few days ago, everyone in the team has been looking at him strangely, including Monkey King.

The original chosen one truly treated him as a friend, but now Brother Monkey treats him like an ancestor.

This is truly outrageous! Monkey King is no longer the Double-Flower Red Stick of Flower Fruit Mountain; he's now a sensible, observant workplace monkey.

Even Uncle Nine insisted that he was too old to exercise and that he had to give up Red Hare to him no matter what.

Sigh... Brother Luo, where are you? I miss you...

……

"Holy crap! I've been begging for you day and night, and you've finally arrived!"

Russell's Big World.

Big Bertrand Russell pounced on the lap of another stranger, Russell, and refused to let go.

"Hey, hey, hey, is this really necessary? I didn't even touch the doorknob. I'm the one who should be crying now, right?"

Newcomer Russell scratched his head, realizing that the people around him were really going crazy.

"You don't understand how we old guys feel when we see a newcomer. It's like being pregnant for ten months and then pulling hard, only to pull out a twenty-year-old young man." Demonic Path Russell sighed.

Who could have imagined that he, a novice in female-oriented cultivation novels, would reach this level today?

Under his leadership, the world of Demonic Cultivation not only completely broke free from the limitations of female-oriented novels, but also grasped both technology and fantasy. The former's technology tree went straight to the starry sky, while the latter was also pushed to the level of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from the physical body crossing the void.

This is why his head is now full of golden light. He doesn't know how many times he has told Heaven and Earth that he, Luo, relies on himself, but Heaven and Earth just won't listen. They bestow merit upon him once during the day, once at noon, and once at night, more punctually than his three meals a day. They are almost piling it up to the level of an immortal, which is really annoying.

"That's a good explanation. Don't try to explain it again." The newcomer Russell's lips twitched. By the time he realized what he had just said, it was too late. His brain had already automatically constructed the scene he had described.

The visitor was none other than Bertrand Russell, the man who had been eagerly awaited by countless Russells.

This person lived in the same era as Ye Fan, but did not have much interaction with Ye Fan and others.

At first, he didn't know where he had traveled to, only that his family was both powerful and wealthy after he traveled there.

There's a saying that goes, "The hardest time of his life was the period when he worked in a hospital in his previous life."

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was blessed with innate talent. From kindergarten to junior high school, he was a super prodigy and a super teenager. But he couldn't keep up in high school. He forgot all the knowledge he had in high school the moment he handed in his college entrance exam paper.

After all, if he doesn't return the knowledge to his teacher, what will the teacher use to teach his younger schoolmates?

Fortunately, his family's wealth meant he didn't have to endure the hardships of high school. His parents were both outstanding individuals who simply handed him a stack of efficient college admission brochures and let him choose the one that looked good.

That's how he chose Yenching University.

After skipping the college entrance examination, he successfully entered this prestigious university.

The day before he was to start school, his parents told him that everything had been arranged for him, and that he would be in the same class as the heir of an equally prestigious family, so that he could learn from him.

At first, he didn't care at all, until he learned about the composition of the class during the self-introduction phase.

First, there's the arrogant class monitor Liu Yunzhi, then the academic representative Li Xiaoman who's extremely tea-loving, and finally the sports representative Ye Fan who's bigger than a bear. And his neighborly older brother is none other than the Youth League secretary, Zhou Yi.

Russell was completely stunned.

Right, all right!
Then came Russell's four years of college, spent either observing gossip or on his way to observe gossip.

It's not that Luo is making this up; there aren't many normal people in this class, not one by one.

That small team was so adept at dealing with bureaucracy that you'd think you were working in some kind of government agency if you didn't know better.

Having finally graduated, Russell's quest for immortality has entered its fourth year.

For the past four years, Russell has gained nothing. Despite the abundance of hidden lineages on Earth, including several powerful figures from the Sendai realm, the divide between immortals and mortals is so vast that it inspires despair.

Cultivators reside in blessed lands and grottoes, detached from the mortal world. Even those who seek immortality and enlightenment travel across the land, yet cannot grasp the true nature of the world. A mere moment's distance is like entering two entirely different realms.

Left with no other choice, Russell had to pin his last hopes on the Kowloon Coffin Parade after the graduation party.

He kept in touch with Ye Fan and finally the graduation party arrived.

Everything was going according to his plan, until that damn security guard started nagging him for parking fees.

Unsurprisingly, he missed the Nine Dragons Coffin Pulling Ceremony.

When he arrived at the Five-Colored Altar, the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin had just started and rushed into the Starry Sky Passage right in front of him.

Driven by impotent rage, he found the security guard and engaged in a thrilling, brutal, real-life brawl.

Afterwards, he could only accept his bad luck. After all, the security guard was just doing his job and hadn't made any mistakes. But he couldn't get over his conscience if he didn't beat him up.

Fortunately, he wasn't entirely without a chance.

Several years later, Ye Fan, who had already reached the second level of Sendai, still had to return to Earth.

He just needs to wait for the other person on Earth.

So for the next ten years or so, he would often visit Ye Fan's home, offering help whenever he could.

But plans never keep up with changes; he arrived here before he even met Ye Fan.

"Then why don't you hurry back! If you go now, you can still catch Crocodile Ancestor's takeout," Dragon Clan Russell urged.

Russell from Black Myth seized the source code of the main god, and Russell from Shrouding the Heavens may well have a chance to transcend tribulation before the Golden Crow Emperor.

Although he doesn't yet have the will to be invincible, he still has plenty of time. If all else fails, he can go to other worlds to gain experience.

"No rush." ​​Zhetian Russell plopped down on the ground.

He's worked hard his whole life, can't he at least enjoy himself?

"Damn it, you're in a hurry." Black Myth Wukong was so angry he almost cursed.

If this guy had arrived a few days earlier, he would have already swept through the enemy lines, instead of having to sign some bullshit agreement with the main god like this.

Although the agreement has virtually no binding force on him.

“There are still a few buddies here. They’re young, so you can urge them on. I’m an old guy in my forties, so I need to rest for a while.” Zhetian Russell lay down on the ground, squinted his eyes, and started shaking his leg.

How does that song go again?

We ordinary people are truly happy today...

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The other Russells who were mentioned were a bit confused; why were they involved?

In terms of world hierarchy, they are not qualified to participate in today's conversation. After all, you can't expect a few worlds that haven't even broken through the surface to discuss things like the Heavenly Heart Mark, the Path to Immortality, or forbidden zones of life.

"Why are you looking at me? My world has been destroyed by the Clean Internet Campaign, and I don't even know how it will end."

Here, Russo, who was shrouded in demonic energy, said he dared not say or ask anything, and turned his gaze to Douluo Russo, the author of which, to this day, he still did not know what call Fang Zheng had dialed back.

Douluo Russell was even more agitated. "Don't mention it! Don't mention it!" he exclaimed. He was also deeply wronged. He woke up to find himself a minor character in a fantasy novel, and he was filled with despair.

Seeing that his two classmates were becoming more and more unreliable, Russell, dressed as another student, stepped forward.

His identity is extraordinary.

Chief of the Student Union at Mingzhu University.

With his mastery of dimensional magic, he was unmatched at Mingzhu University. Not long ago, a junior named Mo Fan defeated 200 opponents in a 1v2 battle, and he was the one who clapped the loudest.

Compared to Mo Fan's unique innate dual-elemental talent, Russell is merely stronger in mental power and more precise in his control over magic.

He got to where he is today entirely through his own efforts.

"Full-Time Magister...do you remember the plot?" Russell the Dragon asked, seemingly recalling that he hadn't finished watching it back then.

"Of course I don't remember, but it doesn't matter. People make their own way, and we can't just be afraid to do anything without a guide." All-French Russell was as confident as the rising sun, and his attitude of giving up was the complete opposite of that of Shrouding-the-Sky Russell.

Although he encountered many setbacks along the way, he overcame them one by one, and exuded the confidence of a chosen one.

Born with a silver spoon in their mouth, they clearly know everything about the future, yet they miss opportunities time and time again, much like a foxtail grass on the riverbank—they won't sway unless you touch them.

"Then there's no need to mention my Moe Academy, right?" Another student, Russell, who was also wearing a school uniform, weakly raised his hand, and then silently walked to the side under the dead fish eyes of the demonic Luo Sui.

"Hey! You idiot over there, what are you doing hiding so far away? Come on, introduce yourself!" The Inhuman Russell waved to the last Russell who had arrived this time. His intuition told him that this Russell must have a secret that was beyond common sense.

"Oh? Me?" Russell, the only one among the newcomers dressed in ancient costume, looked tired. He slowly stepped forward, too lazy to introduce himself, and placed his hand on the World Tree to share his memories.

"Holy crap! Gu! Real Gu!" Da Feng Russell was shocked and quickly blocked the memory images, fearing that the river crab divine beast named 404 would come running.

He usually makes jokes in Da Feng, but he never expected that the person in question would finally stand in front of him today.

"Stop yelling, it's annoying." Gu Realm Russell rubbed his temples.

Not long ago, he was walking down the street when a volley of fireflies suddenly appeared in the sky.

Looking up, he saw a cold-faced boy staring at him menacingly from above.

He was being pinched and numb, and the skills he used were being thrown around like they were free, and they were all special attacks against him.

What's even more desperate is that his escape route was completely calculated by the enemy. If he hadn't just been summoned to this space, he would probably have already been defeated.

What kind of hatred and grudge is this!

"That's a good thing. At least it means you've already killed him once," the Demon Lord Russell comforted him.

"Hehe..." Gu Realm Russell chuckled, "Here's some good fortune for you, do you want it?"

……

Lion Camel Ridge.

Little Drill Wind sat on the throne of the Green Lion Spirit, picking the meat out of his teeth with a worried expression.

Sigh, to be honest, he really didn't want to be a traitor. (End of Chapter)