Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 359 Mortal Mo Yu, Possessed at the Start?
A dazzling golden light streaked across the sky, like a rainbow spanning the heavens in mythology.

Wherever it passed, it left a long trail of flame that lingered for a long time.

"Ok?"

As the chivalrous Mo Yu sped along, a series of messages suddenly came from the chat group, causing his mind to pause slightly.

In that moment of hesitation, the speeding golden light failed to avoid a towering, precipitous peak ahead and crashed straight into it!

Boom——!
A loud bang echoed through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds into flight.

Fortunately, his protective aura was strong enough, and he had plenty of mana.

The solid mountain was pierced by the golden light, creating a smooth, glass-like opening.

The golden light, undiminished in its momentum, roared out from the other side of the mountain and continued to rush into the distance.

Several hunters who were hunting in the mountains stared in disbelief at this miraculous scene, thinking they had encountered a terrestrial deity.

They all dropped their bows and arrows, and knelt down desperately in the direction where the golden light disappeared, chanting incantations and praying for blessings from the immortals.

However, the immortal paid no attention to this "minor disturbance" at all, his mind completely absorbed by the information in the chat group.

[War Maniac: Good heavens, after so long of silence, three newcomers have suddenly appeared?!]

[Qin Shi: Newbie, don't worry, this is a proper group chat. We're not exactly friendly... cough, but everyone in the group is talented, speaks kindly, and is always willing to help. Feel free to ask if you have any difficulties. (doge.jpg)]

[Demon Slayer: Group Status -3.]

[Group of Heroes: Look at these outfits... two in ancient costumes, one in modern style. By the way, why isn't anyone commenting? Are they still confused?]
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The mortal world, the Seven Mysteries Sect, the Valley of Divine Hands.

Inside the enclosed stone house, all sorts of oil lamps and candles of varying lengths were lit.

The flickering lights illuminated the small room as if it were daytime, reflecting Han Li's youthful face, which was filled with anxiety and resentment.

His mind was still somewhat hazy, and it felt like a very long time had passed, but in reality, from the moment Doctor Mo and the mortal Mo Yu fell to the ground at the same time until this moment, it was only a brief instant.

"Damn it! Mo Yu!"

Han Li looked at the two people in front of him who were now dead silent, and tried desperately to struggle, but he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He didn't know how the so-called possession was carried out, how long it took, or whether it consumed any resources.

It's even more unclear whether Doctor Mo, who usually has a kind face but now looks like a ferocious demon, will succeed with his desperate, evil magic.

Han Li only knew that...

If Doctor Mo succeeds in possessing Mo Yu's body, he will certainly not escape unscathed.

Because, from the conversation he had just overheard, he already knew that within Doctor Mo's body lay the remnant soul of a true cultivator named Yu Zitong.

Even this vicious method of possession was taught to Doctor Mo by this person.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Yu's spiritual root aptitude was better than his own and more suitable for the Everlasting Spring Technique, which is why Doctor Mo chose him first.

Otherwise, I would probably be the one lying on the ground right now.

But this only allows him to prolong his life a little longer.

Once Doctor Mo succeeds, I fear my body will still be unable to escape the fate of being possessed.

"Ugh……"

After trying various methods and finding no way to break free, Han Li sighed in despair, a hint of self-mockery in his eyes:
"So be it. On the road to the underworld, I'll have two good brothers, Zhang Tie and Mo Yu, to keep me company, so I won't be too lonely."

But...it's so pitiful for my parents and younger sister who are far away at home..."
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Knowledge sea.

A small yellow ball, about the size of a thumb, and a small green ball, slightly larger than an adult's fist, floated in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, both looking bewildered.

They stared blankly at the four magnificent celestial palaces before them, each with its own distinct style and mystique, and felt a deep sense of their own insignificance.

Before they could even recover from this enormous shock...

The most majestic and domineering of the three heavenly palaces suddenly unleashed an irresistible suction force.

The two orbs of light were completely powerless to resist and were instantly absorbed into them.

above the hall.

The civil and military officials, lined up in four rows, were like lifeless clay sculptures, all facing the throne on the jade steps, their heads bowed deeply, motionless.

The two small orbs looked around at the rows of people, who seemed like giants compared to them.

He glanced timidly at the magnificent, golden, and intricately carved temple with a dome that resembled four flowing rivers of stars.

Instantly, my soul went numb.

"What is this?! What the hell is this?!"

Mo Juren was utterly devastated.

He completely lost his usual composure and demeanor, and even disregarded Yu Zitong's primordial spirit orb, which was much stronger than his own. He jumped directly onto the other party and roared at him in a near-mad manner.

"I...I don't know either!"

Yu Zitong was so frightened that he didn't pay any attention to Mo Juren's behavior.

He was just a minor Qi Refining cultivator, and one of those low-level beings with no hope of reaching Foundation Establishment.

I have never seen such a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene before.
If you tell him that the person sitting on the throne is a legendary Golden Core cultivator, or rather, a Nascent Soul Ancestor, he'll believe you!

The question is, how did they end up here?

Could it be... that seemingly ordinary young man with no special background but exceptional talent... be a descendant or reincarnation of some powerful being with extraordinary abilities?

Did their act of possession trigger the hidden trap left by that powerful figure?!

Thinking of this, Yu Zitong was almost scared out of his wits.

Thinking about the countless vicious methods those Nascent Soul ancestors used to destroy their enemies in legends, he even felt that it would be better if his soul were to be scattered.

At least, I don't have to suffer anymore.

On the imperial steps, Daji leaned back listlessly, her cool, flowing silk robes draped like clouds over the jade steps, revealing a section of her snow-white arm.

Originally, when she saw that someone had actually invaded her Heavenly Palace of Consciousness, she thought there would be something to watch, and maybe even a chance to escape.

As a result, there were only two of them, so weak that even their primordial spirits could not manifest human form.

Daji rolled her eyes lazily, not even bothering to look at her again.

I really don't know whether to say these two guys are hopelessly stupid or to admire their courage.
On the throne, the tyrant's primordial spirit, shrouded in purplish-black aura, slowly opened its eyes.

He glanced indifferently at the two trembling orbs of light below, then turned his gaze to Daji:

"These two are yours. Help me extract everything useful from their brains."

Daji pursed her lips, stretched lazily, and revealed her curves:

"Ha, why should I help you?"

"Use whatever means you like."

The tyrant's primordial spirit's voice was devoid of any emotion.
"Besides, if you don't torture them, then I'll torture you instead."

"Torture me?"

Upon hearing this, Daji was not afraid at all. Instead, she put on a fake, timid, and pitiful expression that was so convincing it was almost unbelievable. Her bewitching eyes were misty with tears, and her voice was sickeningly sweet, enough to make a man's bones melt.

"Then... Your Majesty, how would you like me to be tortured? Whipping, wax dripping? Or... branding with iron..."

The tyrant's primordial spirit's lips twitched.

Although he wasn't interested, his ancestors certainly had a lot of fun with it. Did the Shang Dynasty have so many exciting projects?

He casually rattled off dozens of things that can't be broadcast!

However, since he was able to keep Daji, this wicked queen, in his Heavenly Palace of Consciousness, he must have had ways to make her obedient.

Seeing the tyrant's malevolent gaze, Daji coughed lightly, no longer daring to be presumptuous. She instantly abandoned her seductive demeanor, replacing it with a professional and cruel smile:

"They are nothing but two ants who have barely crossed the threshold of Qi Refining. Why should Your Majesty take action personally? Just watch my methods."

As a cruel and bloodthirsty empress who invented tortures such as branding, she was a notorious empress.

She is absolutely professional and trustworthy when it comes to techniques for torture and forced confessions.
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In the mortal world, inside a stone house.

Under Han Li's complex gaze.

Mo Yu, a mortal, twitched his eyelids a few times and slowly woke up.

He was... a little confused.

What happened to the promised consciousness space and Agar.io? It feels like I just took a nap and nothing happened.

"Brother Mo...?"

Han Li looked at him and tentatively called out, his heart pounding with nervousness.

I wonder if the possession was successful or not?
Is the person in front of him his good brother, or Mo Juren, who wants to harm his master?
Mo Yu, still feeling a bit dizzy, shook his head, stood up, and first helped Han Li remove the Soul-Stabilizing Talisman.

Then, he turned to look at Mo Juren, who was lying on the ground.

Doctor Mo was now completely white-haired, his face was thin and haggard, and he looked extremely old, as if all his vitality had been drained away in a short moment.

Although I don't know why, it deviates from the original plot.

But it seems I... managed to survive!

"We survived! Han Li! We survived!"

The mortal Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, excitedly patted Han Li's shoulder, and cheered incoherently.

Han Li also tried his best to appear extremely excited, celebrating with him.

But when the mortal Mo Yu turned his head to examine Doctor Mo's corpse closely, Han Li's smile became slightly stiff.

Although his gaze fell on Doctor Mo, whose face was filled with terror and whose eyes were wide open in death, his attention and the corner of his eye never left his friend.

Even now, Han Li still can't be completely sure that the cunning and ruthless Doctor Mo's long-prepared attempt to possess someone really failed.

Although, in every little detail, it matches Brother Mo's usual style.

Moreover, reason told him that if Doctor Mo had truly succeeded in possessing his body, given his cunning, he would never have used such a clumsy method to deceive him; he would have chosen a more reliable approach.

but……

Having experienced Dr. Mo's deception and the tragic death of his friend Zhang Tie.

The former country boy has now fully grasped the true meaning of the eight characters: "The world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are fickle."
I've learned that to survive in this treacherous world, I must be extremely cautious and always keep a hundred precautions in mind.

That simple, honest boy who had just left Qingniu Town had long since vanished forever.

(End of this chapter)