Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

The wind comes from the north, but the person in the wind is heading north all the way.

After a major battle, there is always a need for rest and recuperation, and this applies to the current situation as well.

Two months ago, in a single day, a battle took place on a small island in the middle of a lake.

Although the number of spectators for this battle exceeded four figures, the versions that circulated were all sorts of strange and varied.

Fortunately, the general battle situation was not embellished too much, letting the world know that there were as many as seven masters of the grandmaster level in the world.

Of those seven, only two are now blind.

These two people, one in the north and one in the south, gaze at each other from afar, restraining one another.

The one in the south, together with Fan Xian, the illegitimate son of Emperor Qing, launched an unprecedented coup.

Almost overnight, the Qing Kingdom's court was turned upside down.

It seems that nothing has changed, because those in positions of power are still the same people.

But it seems everything has changed. They seem completely indifferent to Emperor Qing's life or death, and have no intention of raising an army to avenge His Majesty.

Even on the very day that Emperor Qing's body was transported back to the capital by Fan Xian and the First Prince, they jointly submitted a petition requesting the Third Prince to succeed to the throne. They also requested Fan Xian to act as regent as the Imperial Preceptor, citing the Third Prince's young age.

The north remained as peaceful as ever.

The Imperial Preceptor Ku He passed away a month ago, marking the end of the Northern Qi dynasty.

After the national mourning period, the blind man from the north seamlessly took over the position of Imperial Preceptor.

Rumors circulate that the newly appointed Grand Preceptor of Northern Qi and Lord Fan of Qing, who is nominally the Grand Preceptor but in reality the Regent, are close friends.

The news spread rapidly throughout the city and countryside.

Neither the north nor the south showed any intention of stopping it.

Clearly, for a long time to come, at least until the two national advisors pass away, there will be no new conflicts on this continent.

When people have free time, they can't help but look for things to do.

In this respect, Russell was no different from others.

So, on a dark and windy night, after saying goodbye to Si Lili, he embarked on a journey alone to find the temple.

The further north you go, the sparser the population becomes, and the harsher the climate becomes.

The azure sky was replaced by leaden-gray clouds, and the biting wind swept across the wasteland like a knife, swirling up snowflakes. Visibility became extremely low, and the monotonous white was the eternal theme, easily causing a sense of disorientation and temporal distortion. Ordinary martial artists and even armies would find it extremely difficult to survive in such a desolate place for long.

Fortunately, Russell was neither a mortal nor did he need eyes to see.

He was enveloped in an invisible barrier of true energy, which kept out the biting cold and the knife-like wind and snow.

Before the snowflakes even got within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) of him, they quietly melted and evaporated, leaving no trace with each step he took on the deep snow.

This is a deathly silent world; apart from the howling wind, almost no sound of life can be heard.

When the wind and snow move, the howling sound cuts through the vast snowfield, swirling up thousands upon thousands of piles of snow. The darkness is like a desolate place of exile, and the violent and unrestrained sounds keep ringing out, making people's hearts tremble.

When the wind and snow are still, the world is silent and indifferent, like a snow sea accumulating a storm, with a vast expanse of clear, cold, silvery light, and an endless, deathly snowfield as white as jade, desolate to the extreme.

He didn't travel very fast along the way, and he encountered quite a few things.

Leaving aside the snow bandits, there were ice crevasses, polar bears, and wolf packs—one wave after another.

Perhaps due to years of exposure to radiation, these Arctic creatures are all extremely large. Some of them could kill a ninth-rank martial artist with a single slap using brute force. It's unknown how many blows Caesar could withstand here.

The further north one goes, the denser the primordial energy between heaven and earth becomes, and the wider the range that Russell's insight can observe becomes.

The original radius of 300 meters has now expanded to a radius of 10 li (approximately 5 kilometers), all of which are now reflected in his mind.

Furthermore, the power and force of his moves are increasing every day, and he becomes stronger the further north he goes.

Humans are ultimately powerless before the heavens and earth, even grandmasters are no exception.

However, during the avalanche he encountered the day before yesterday, Russell managed to push it back using his inner energy.

This almost made Russell think he was cultivating... no, to be precise, this level of destructive power was no different from cultivating immortality, at least at the Golden Core level.

Countless days passed in this way. The flat snowfield and the slightly arched snow mounds gradually became more vivid. The terrain began to become more complex, the sunlight became dimmer and dimmer, and the temperature dropped to a level that was unbearable for humans. Fortunately, the blizzard did not fall again.

Suddenly, a tall mountain rose up on the northern horizon.

Russell immediately perked up and quickened his pace to climb up. Before long, a huge temple appeared before him.

This is where everything in Joy of Life began, the only military museum remaining after the destruction of Earth's civilization.

“Open the door,” Russell said.

The moment he finished speaking, the enormous door in front of the temple opened silently.

Russell stepped inside.

This place has been abandoned. It can be said that because of Ye Qingmei, this place has experienced the most terrifying upheaval in history.

All the remaining messengers of the temples died in the past twenty years, leaving only Wu Zhu.

All that's left is a supercomputer and a number of weapons that require human operation.

Russell wandered around the area and saw the spaceship that Fan Xian's daughter, Fan Xiaohua, had taken away in the original story.

However, Russell did not choose to touch it, after all, it was an ancient object that was hundreds of thousands of years old, and he dared not handle it casually.

Furthermore, over the past few decades, there have been many people and things on Earth that he cherishes.

He wasn't in a hurry; he planned to come back in a hundred years and take Wu Zhu with him to explore outer space.

If possible, he would also try to see if he could upgrade Wuzhu to the Tx model.

……

"So, the story ends just like that?"

In the Russell universe, Russell from JX3, Russell from Joy of Life, Russell from Fox Spirit Matchmaker, Russell from Film and Television, and Russell from Novoland: The Nine Provinces gather together.

"Otherwise what?" Faced with Russell's question from JX3, Russell from Joy of Life was also quite helpless.

There was no point in him dragging things out any longer. Since there was no one in the world who could restrain him, he might as well just speed through.

"Speaking of which, my breakthrough to Grandmaster this time should have given you guys a significant boost, right?" Russell from Qing Yu Nian continued.

“It’s more than just significant.” Jian San Luo Su clenched his fist and said, “If you improve a few more times, I feel you’ll be able to go toe-to-toe with Shen Jianxin.”

“Shen Jianxin? Why does that name sound so familiar…” Kyushu Russell’s expression was strange, then he realized what it meant.

Isn't this guy the game planner's alt account?

The Tian Ce Mansion was once so glorious and magnificent, but it was reduced to nothing more than a roadside stall because a game planner created a new account to experience the game and was then targeted and camped by a Tian Ce player.

Since then, Tian Ce has become a bottom-tier, unwanted class. Fortunately, the game's rules haven't affected the real world, otherwise, Russell from JX3 would probably be devastated.

"A young hero has recently emerged in the martial arts world. He is said to be the last disciple of the Chunyang Sect in this generation," Luo Su from Jian San introduced.

He was also very curious about this Shen Jianxin.

He aspires to become a great hero, and although he seems to lack internal strength, he actually possesses a vast power within him that surpasses everything in the world.

He's clearly a purebred protagonist template, making Russell think a high-spending player had logged in.

During our casual conversation, I learned that this guy was a pure native of the Tang Dynasty, with a childlike heart hidden beneath his goofy demeanor, making him completely out of place in today's restless world.

They met by chance at the foot of Chunyang Mountain. Shen Jianxin was planning to go to Cangjian Manor to join in the fun, and since Cangjian Manor was holding a sword appreciation event recently, he decided to go and join in the fun as well.

And then there's Zhuang Hua, the legendary number one in the martial arts world; he just happened to go and see what was going on.

"It's a pity that Chunyang's cultivation methods haven't progressed much. Nowadays, the only ones we can find are Changge and Mingjiao," Jian San said with some disappointment.

These sects are too difficult to infiltrate. To obtain the Pure Yang Heart Sutra, one must either join Pure Yang or start with Xie Yunliu.

"It's nothing, it's all nothing," Russell said with a smile.

He has already established connections with the Xuanmen sect, and the cultivation of magic is on the agenda. Before long, even without pure Yang techniques, they won't have to suffer on the ground anymore.

The fox demon Russell shared the same thought. The greatest benefit he received from the last fusion was not the not-weak magical power within him, but the cultivation aptitude that had finally emerged.

Talent is something you either have at birth or you don't; the chances of changing it later in life are extremely small. Someone like him, who transformed from a useless person into a genius, is truly unique throughout history.

Now that he has the qualifications, with his family's wealth, obtaining cultivation techniques from the One Qi Alliance is not a difficult task.

The group then chatted for a few more minutes.

Just then, there was movement from the World Tree.

The Russells thought that the big shots had arrived, so they quickly got up to greet them.

A flash of light appeared, and three more figures materialized.

"Big Boss?" the fox demon Russell asked curiously.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Russell frowned, but didn’t say anything. He reached out and pulled the people present in front of him. Except for the third person, who resisted for a moment, Russell easily pulled the others in front of him.

The moment they met, they each understood their own and the other's experiences.

Well, if the last one was a fusion of modern martial arts and animated fantasy, then this one is a collision of memories from ancient times.

The first Russell came from the world of Tian Long Ba Bu.

This man had nothing of value, was an orphan, and had never formally studied martial arts or practiced medicine.

This resulted in him being completely unable to understand anything after acquiring the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and the Lingbo Steps in the Langhuan Blessed Land at the foot of Wuliang Mountain.

Especially those Taoist technical terms; staring at them for more than fifteen minutes makes my head start to hurt.

The only thing worth mentioning about him is his devastatingly handsome face and his elegant and unrestrained demeanor. After determining the timeline, he began to visit famous teachers and practice Go diligently.

They were just waiting for Su Xinghe to set up the Zhenlong Chess Game so he could go and collect Wuyazi's gift package.

Before arriving here, he was blocking Kumārajīva on the only road from Dali to Yanziwu.

He wanted to use the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to ask Kumārajīva to teach him the basics of martial arts. If he could exchange it for the Xiaowuxiang Gong (another martial arts technique), that would be even better. If not, then so be it.

There's absolutely no need to worry about Kumārajīva resorting to underhanded tactics in this kind of exchange of martial arts skills, because there's no need for him to do so.

Moreover, given Kumārajīva's nature of never taking advantage, after teaching him the basics of martial arts, he would also give him one or two additional Shaolin martial arts manuals.

"Since we're going to find Wuyazi anyway, why waste our time?" the second Russell asked, puzzled.

"We still need more ways to protect ourselves," said Tianlong Russell.

At that time, who were the people outside the Zhenlong Chess Game? The Four Evils and the Xingxiu Sect. If you didn't have some internal strength, it was hard to say whether you could even get to the front of the chess game.

Furthermore, what if he failed to snatch Xu Zhu for some reason?
Therefore, it's always good to have a backup plan; you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

"Clear and transparent." The second Russell clapped.

He comes from the world of Little Li Flying Dagger.

Currently, they are traveling towards the Central Plains with Li Xunhuan and A Fei, who have just returned from beyond the Great Wall.

He has internal energy, but it's not high; he has swordsmanship, but it's not strong.

He had competed with Ah Fei, and Ah Fei was disarmed in twenty rounds.

However, he was not discouraged.

There are plenty of people in the world who can't beat A-Fei. At worst, he can find a chance to sleep with Lin Xian'er later and consider it revenge.

The third Russell, the one with the best qualities among the newcomers this time, comes from the number one world.

His world is very awkward.

Although there are other blessed lands in the Tianshan Mountains similar to Langhuan Paradise, Gu Santong and Zhu Wushi had already taken them before them.

There is also the ninth level of the Heavenly Prison.

Even if Cheng Shifei provided a way to reach the ninth level of the Heavenly Prison, Russell really didn't dare to gamble.

After all, what if the room he was locked in wasn't the one with the tunnel?
Death is a small matter, but losing a bird is a big deal; it must not be done.

As a result, Russell had to rely on himself.

What makes him better than Tianlong Russell is that he has a proper teacher.

A dignified successor of the Huashan Sect, a candidate for the next sect leader, and a minor master of the Purple Qi Comes from the East Divine Skill.

His skills surpassed even Duan Tianya, the number one secret agent of the Dragon Guard Manor, and no one among the younger generation could rival him.

This made Yue Zhengqun, the current leader of the Huashan Sect, extremely gratified. Ever since Gu Santong slaughtered all the masters of the eight major sects, Huashan had experienced a shortage of capable successors. When he took over Huashan, the number of masters in the sect whose names could be called could be counted on two hands.

This kept him awake at night, so much so that when he went to sleep, he would see scenes of Mount Hua in ruins.

In even greater despair, he dreamt that his eldest disciple colluded with a demonic sect, forcing him to have his penis cut off.

Fortunately, reality is not like that; his disciple's abilities, character, martial arts skills, and aptitude are all top-notch.

"you……"

Luo Su from Jianwang 3 looked at the number one swordsman Luo Su with a strange expression. Why did he feel so strange?

"The Gentleman of the Void," "The Purple Qi Comes from the East"—isn't this just the Huashan Sect from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer?

"Ask Wang Jing." Russell, the world's number one, shrugged.

As I said before, if Wong Jing sewed it, ask Wong Jing. (End of Chapter)