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

Chapter 597 This world shouldn't be like this
With the death of the Demon General Miaoyin, the Soul-Eating Demonic Sound that had always lingered in the Floating Pagoda Prison was reduced to a fading echo.

In addition, the demons inside the Floating Pagoda Prison were all wiped out by Mo Yu.

The entire space was strangely silent.

Mo Yu glanced at the mountain pass.

Apart from the falling snow, there was no one in sight.

"With such a commotion... why hasn't the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha reacted at all?"

Even after repeatedly probing with his divine sense, he found nothing amiss, not even a single prying glance.

"You can't..."

Mo Yu's expression was somewhat strange. "It's just like in the game. It just stood there in the main hall of Xiaoleiyin Temple, waiting for me to level up and eventually trigger the event."

"Only then will it wiggle its buttocks off the cushion, come out and recite a couple of opening lines, and then wait for me to push it, right?"

He shook his head. "It's better if he doesn't come. Although I'm not completely incapable of fighting him, I'll have to pay a price. This physical body is probably ruined."

Mo Yu stopped thinking about it.

He took a wrong step and jumped straight off the cliff, which was tens of meters high.

But a gust of wind lifted his body from mid-air.

With the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, he can use many techniques, and can even ignore the restrictions within the Floating Pagoda Prison to a certain extent.

Although it's only a short distance from the upper level prison to the lower level.

But it feels different.

Back when we fought the black monkey.

How could I, a man of destiny capable of defeating a great demon king, be killed by falling from a mere few dozen meters high cliff?
What a shame!

Mo Yu recalled how, back in the Floating Pagoda Realm, she had spent several hours running around trying to find her way.

A feeling of pent-up frustration arose spontaneously.

I'll refuse to take the road I'm given; I'll just fly off this cliff!

Come on! Where's the restriction? Try and kill me!
The main appeal is to exploit the rebellious spirit of players.

When they landed in front of Prince Zhang's prison gate.

"boom!"

Mo Yu then kicked the prison door open.

Even though it has the seal of lotus eyes on it.

I have this power, why should I need a key to enter a door?
Decrypt? Decrypt my ass!

My super intelligence tells me to quickly use my super-powered jaw muscles!

Inside the cell.

On the haystack, Prince Zhang, who had destroyed his sight and hearing, remained lying on his back in the same position.

The moment the demonic sound disappeared, his tense body relaxed for a brief moment.

But what followed was a sense of bewilderment and unease stemming from the silence.

He sensed Mo Yu's presence approaching.

When Mo Yu, harboring resentment towards the players, directly demolished the prison door for them.

Prince Zhang's body stiffened involuntarily.

His handsome yet filthy face slowly rose, his empty eye sockets gazing towards the prison door.

They were prepared to be completely devoured by this mysterious master.

I even... have some expectations.

However, the anticipated end did not come.

The man simply came up to him and looked at him quietly.

Mo Yu flicked his finger, and two balls of purple soul fire floated lightly to Prince Zhang's side, hovering motionless.

"Lotus Eyes and Wonderful Sound, the essence of the two generals is here."

"...!?"

Prince Zhang trembled.

He stretched out his hand in a daze, feeling the presence of the two wisps of spirit.

It truly is the aura of lotus eyes and melodious sounds.

He really didn't expect it; it was just a casual promise.

Mo Yu actually agreed!

"why?"

The essence left behind by such a great demon after its death is a rare and highly nourishing substance for any cultivator.

Mo Yu ignored his question and simply continued speaking to himself:

"There are only these two generals in this pagoda prison. The Demon General of Delusion and the Demon General of Calamity are not here; they should be in the Little Thunderclap Temple."

"But I don't want to go to that place now. So, I can't help you retrieve the spirits of those two generals as well."

As he spoke, Mo Yu raised his hands, which were enveloped in red true qi, and placed them over the empty eye sockets of Prince Zhang.

【Dual-Handed】!
Flesh and blood regeneration, neural remodeling.

Two new eyes slowly formed in the parched eye sockets. The shattered earlobes were also restored to their original state in an instant.

The light, and the dull sound of air flowing within the pagoda prison, once again flooded his senses after a long time.

The world has come alive again.

Prince Zhang stared blankly at Mo Yu before him, the black-robed figure resembling an ordinary Taoist priest reflected in his newly formed pupils.

Mo Yu withdrew his hand, the red true qi faded, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Although he has never been a doctor, he is a graduate of medical school and has something called medical ethics in his heart.

Otherwise, with a technique like the "Dual-Handed Technique," which allows the user to directly touch and even arbitrarily alter another person's "sex" and "life," it would be impossible to achieve anything.

With his talent and comprehension, he could easily develop countless terrifying techniques to extract souls, manipulate people's minds, and distort wills.

But he didn't.

In fact, ever since he obtained this extraordinary skill...

Mo Yu only used it to save herself and others.

These hands, belonging to healers, have never been stained with even a trace of blood from slaughter.

After the initial adjustment period, Prince Zhang...

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

"Qiang!"

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Yu summoned the golden spear, which had been transformed from the Valkyrie, into a streak of light that disappeared into his palm. He then casually tossed the white spearhead in front of Prince Zhang.

"If you still insist on dying."

Mo Yu's voice was as calm as ever: "Then use this gun to commit suicide."

"As for the remaining two generals, I will find a time later to help you get rid of them as well."

Mo Yu turned around, her back to him, and walked towards the broken prison door. "After all, I've never liked breaking my promises."

After he finished speaking, his figure vanished like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

Only Prince Zhang remained.

He stared blankly at the two spiritual essences in his hand, then looked down at the white paper spearhead stuck upside down at his feet, which had accompanied him throughout his life.

He was silent for a long time.

……

Beyond the world depicted in the painting.

The moon is already at its zenith.

The once bustling teahouse had already closed.

Only in the private room on the third floor was a dim light still on.

Mo Yu was gazing quietly at the half-open scroll on the table.

He picked up the already cold tea beside him and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold tea slid smoothly down my throat.

A wisp of smoke rose from the painting, overlapping with his figure sitting at the table.

Having cultivated the art of gathering form and dispersing energy to his current level, he has long since transcended the existence of 'self' on the material level.

Although he had the ability to completely merge this Nascent Soul Great Perfection body with himself.

However, he did not do so.

Not only because this level of power doesn't actually provide a significant boost to his physical body.

Furthermore, the Spiritual System is indeed powerful and upgrades rapidly.

But he always felt that there was something fishy going on here... no, there definitely was something wrong!
"If I were one of the original gods and Buddhas..."

He murmured softly, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes, "In this world, apart from me, or a very few others, there will never be any cultivators left!"

Just as capitalists would never give up the opportunity to amass all the world's money and resources for themselves.

In this world where spiritual energy is everything, where spiritual energy is power.

Someone actually gave away the spiritual essence they had acquired for the sake of power?!
Surely Laozi, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, and Zhenyuan Daxian aren't all idiots?
"Snapped."

Mo Yu casually turned the empty cup upside down on the table.

He stood up, but did not take the scroll from the table.

He simply walked straight downstairs.

When passing by the counter on the first floor.

The teahouse owner, who was dozing off while slumped over his ledger, was startled awake by the footsteps. "Sir...sir, are you leaving already?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes, but dared not be negligent, and quickly put on a fawning smile.

Mo Yu did not stop.

He just tossed it aside casually as he passed by.

A snowflake silver ingot spun and landed on the ledger in front of the teahouse owner.

"I'm sorry to bother you, thank you for leaving the door open for me."

"Oh dear! Sir, what are you saying?"

The teahouse owner stuffed the silver ingot into his pocket, his face beaming with joy: "I'm in business to welcome customers from all directions! How could I possibly turn away my customers?"

"It's a blessing for our shop that you can rest here! A blessing indeed!"

Mo Yu smiled noncommittally, said nothing more, and turned to walk out the door.

"Sir, please take care!"

The teahouse owner, bowing with his hands clasped behind him, called out enthusiastically, "Thank you for your generous tip, sir! Please come again next time!"

……

Stepping out of the teahouse, a cool autumn breeze swept over me.

It carries the unique moisture of the Jiangnan region.

It was nearly midnight, and the curfew had been in effect for some time.

The city of Hangzhou during the Southern Song Dynasty did not have the dazzling lights that illuminate the night in later years.

Looking around, the entire long bluestone street, bathed in moonlight, was already deserted.

The shops on both sides had already closed their doors early.

Only in the distance could one faintly hear the sound of the night watchman's clapper.

"The weather is dry and the air is parched—"

"Beware of fire!"

Mo Yu habitually put his hands in his sleeves and wandered casually down the long street.

A faint, ethereal Daoist aura enveloped his figure.

He wasn't afraid of being caught by the night watchmen or soldiers.

All mortals who see him will completely ignore his existence in the next moment.

This method was learned from the Obstruction Stone in the world of supernatural powers.

Invisibility, memory alteration, seventy-two transformations, and even time stopping in a certain sense...

He has now truly mastered all of these Paradox Interactive superpowers that were most popular during his teenage years.

Ironically, though.

At this point, he lost interest in using those abilities to work on Paradox Interactive's series.

Not only with cultivation, but also with a significant decrease in thoughts about matters between men and women.

Only a thrilling battle teetering on the edge of life and death can truly stimulate his senses.

Moreover, because...

"It's not difficult at all," Mo Yu said, pursing her lips.

With his current power and status, he could easily summon countless beauties to his arms with a mere snap of his fingers.

Even more outrageous, he can "create" whatever he wants.

For example, a war god who has just finished a fight and is sulking in his gun.

Humans are creatures that find it hard to develop much interest in things that are too easily obtained.

The Valkyrie sensed her master's thoughts and seemed to be deep in thought.

His eyes gleamed with wisdom.

Completely unaware that his own silly son was about to create a living Mo Yu for him, he released his divine sense.

Without the suppression, his divine sense spread out like mercury, easily covering the entire sleeping city.

Although most of the lights in the city had been extinguished, a few candles still flickered in the cold night.

There are diligent scholars, hardworking craftsmen, parents waiting for their newborns, and also peddlers and laborers tossing and turning, worrying about their livelihoods tomorrow...

All aspects of human life are captured in a single glance.

But when his divine sense swept across the entire city, he found no demons, ghosts, or cultivators.

Although, at this point in time in the Southern Song Dynasty, the whole country was not very peaceful.

With the Jurchens eyeing the north with covetous intent and undercurrents swirling in the imperial court, at least in this corner of Jiangnan, a facade of peace and prosperity was still maintained.

Compared to the world of paintings.

A desperate hell where humans are wantonly kept, slaughtered, and used as blood bags for spiritual energy.

This world is already so much better, so much better.

The demons and monsters have hidden themselves and are not coming out.

Gods and Buddhas sit high in the heavens.

Ghosts and monsters hide in the netherworld.

Ordinary mortals, even if they have heard those bizarre and fantastical legends of gods and ghosts, most of them may never actually see one in their entire lives.

At least on the surface, the world that Mo Yu saw was not much different from that of a normal ancient feudal dynasty.

Here, humans are, at least, still humans.

"but……"

Mo Yu stood in the middle of the long street, murmuring softly, "In this world, there really are gods and Buddhas!"

"Tap...tap...tap..."

There was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

A patrol of city guards carrying torches and spears turned around the street corner.

They walked straight toward Mo Yu without looking to the side.

then……

They walked straight through.

The two passed each other by, as if they were in different times and spaces.

The lead guard couldn't help but shiver, cursing, "Damn it! This wind tonight is so eerie! It's chillingly cold..."

"Boss, let's hurry up. After we finish patrolling this street, we can go back and have a hot drink sooner..."

"Let's go!"

The sound of the guards' footsteps faded into the distance.

Mo Yu's pace remained unhurried.

He raised his head and looked at the bright moon on the horizon.

In the Moon Palace, a pair of clear, cold, beautiful eyes seemed to have noticed his prying gaze and looked down at him.

However, Mo Yu's cultivation level was not based on the current world system, and his spiritual essence was not apparent.

Although the Moon Goddess felt that the black-robed Taoist's bright and restrained gaze seemed to see her, the Moon Goddess felt that she was seeing herself.

But he immediately shook his head and ignored him, treating him as just an ordinary person.

Mo Yu smiled, but a hint of confusion and bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

In the small world of the painting, he who thought he had seen through the truth of the world is now not so sure anymore.

"There really are gods and Buddhas in this world!" he murmured again.

Mo Yu does not deny that there must be true enlightened beings among the gods and Buddhas.

Characters like Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong.

However, the most numerous are the scoundrels and beasts like the Yellow-Eyebrowed Buddha who use the Buddha's name to keep living beings in captivity and absorb spiritual energy!

How could the world be so peaceful? And how could it possibly be so peaceful?!
Just as he was pondering this, a somewhat familiar laugh suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Young friend, it's late at night. Why are you wandering here alone?"

"..."

Mo Yu's gaze paused.

He remembered the voice; it was the storyteller who had told the story of "The Other Monkey" in the teahouse that afternoon.

But he didn't stop walking, pretending he hadn't heard anything.

His divine sense could not detect the slightest fluctuation in the other party's cultivation level.

But he was just an ordinary person.

How can someone appear silently behind you in the dead of night during curfew?
How could one see through the Daoist aura that isolates one from the eyes of mortals?
The storyteller, holding a scroll, seemed somewhat embarrassed when he saw that Mo Yu was ignoring him.

"Ahem, young friend, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I've come to deliver something to you."

Mo Yu frowned slightly and walked a little faster.

Step out!
[Shrink the earth to an inch!]
"Buzz!"

The space in front of him blurred for a moment.

The figure traveled directly from the North District to the East District!
This time, it crossed half of Hangzhou!

However, at the street ahead.

Under the cool moonlight, the storyteller, dressed in a gray robe, stood there, still smiling at him.

It was as if he had always been there.

What he was holding in his hands was none other than the Shadow God Painting that Mo Yu had left behind in the teahouse!
"Young friend, you were in such a hurry that you left behind such a treasure."

The storyteller wore a warm smile on his face, "Wouldn't it be a pity if it were lost?"

(End of this chapter)