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Chapter 110 This is what you call an immortal!
The world stretches as far as the eye can see, filled with pure white.

A fierce wind swept through the blizzard, howling across the white landscape.

The soft, fresh snow had already reached above knee-deep, with even more solid, icy snow below.

The surrounding temperature had dropped to a level that was unbearable for humans, and there was not a single living creature to be seen within a hundred miles.

On the flat snowfield, there is an endless expanse of white that seems to never change. The only variation in this endless snowfield is the undulating snow hills.

As the terrain gradually becomes more complex, a tall snow-capped mountain suddenly rises abruptly from the ground.

On the south side of the snow-capped mountain, there is a wide and long staircase leading to the sky.

At the foot of the steps, a similarly white figure was squatting there, stroking the stone steps with great interest.

"Whoosh-"

The howling wind and snow surged in from all directions, but stopped and melted just three inches away from the white-clad youth's body.

"No wonder the temple only appeared after the polar night in the original story. It turns out that there was an energy shortage and they needed sunlight!"

The young man stood up, revealing a youthful and handsome face, and muttered to himself with interest, "These stone steps are essentially a more efficient type of solar panel; no wonder they're so long..."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the building that was faintly visible at the end of the stone steps.

The next second, his figure was swallowed by silver light and appeared at the end of the stone steps in the blink of an eye.

Thus, the world's most mysterious temple was presented before his eyes.

It was an incomparably magnificent temple. Under the long, light gray eaves stood towering black stone walls, which resembled ancient, unmelting ice, stretching out before Lin Yu.

In the center of the stone wall was a towering brown gate, seven zhang tall.

Above the main gate is a somewhat dilapidated plaque.

The inscription on the plaque, though incomplete, still faintly reveals the words "Military Museum" in both Chinese and English...

That's right, the so-called temple is actually a military museum left behind by the previous civilization!
In the world of Joy of Life, the civilization familiar to modern humans has long been destroyed by nuclear war. Only the temple survived. With the various cutting-edge technologies preserved in the temple, it led a new generation of humans who had adapted to nuclear radiation to restart civilization.

In the original work, this gate and the entire temple seem to contain some kind of spatial technology.

No matter how hard ordinary people come to make the pilgrimage, they cannot reach this door.

But now, in front of Lin Yu, the temple seems to have lost its original mystique.

Lin Yu simply walked to the door, raised his hand, and gently pushed it open, easily opening the brown door that Ku He and Sean could never touch decades ago.

"Squeak-"

The gate slowly opened, pushing against the snow on the ground.

Lin Yu strode into the temple with a calm expression.

The first thing that catches the eye is an incredibly huge square.

Scattered around the square are many temple-like buildings, which are quite tall, but are obscured by the outer stone walls, so that people outside cannot see them at all.

Lin Yu looked around the scene in the temple with great interest.

As he looked, he suddenly frowned and said calmly, "Haven't you noticed yet?"

"With your technology, it's impossible for you to read my brainwaves, let alone disrupt my sense of direction..."

Lin Yu realized the truth about so-called space technology as early as after discovering the brainwaves inside Wu Zhu's body.

The technology mastered by the temple does not involve space at all; it can only read and influence human brainwaves, thereby manipulating all their senses, causing them to lose their sense of direction, and fall into a mental maze similar to illusion.

Lin Yu had just reached the end of the stone steps when he felt the temple's interference.

Unfortunately, this level of interference clearly couldn't affect his mind, which is why he was able to push open the door so easily and enter this so-called temple...

The temple did not respond after he finished speaking.

Looking at the silent buildings around him, Lin Yu shook his head and continued walking inside.

Just as he passed a high platform covered with a thin layer of snow, a faint light suddenly burst forth from below the platform, silently piercing towards Lin Yu's neck with a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

"clang--"

With a long, drawn-out hum, the black iron rod struck an invisible barrier.

Lin Yu stopped and turned around calmly.

The surrounding snowstorm surged wildly with his movements, transforming into thin streams that bound the black iron rod and the gray-clad man holding it in mid-air. From the outside, these snow-formed ropes appeared to be only as thick as a finger.

But no matter how hard the gray-clad man tried, he couldn't break free from such a thin rope.

Lin Yu carefully examined the gray-clad man and discovered that his demeanor was remarkably similar to that of Wu Zhu.

Even though he was bound in mid-air by incomprehensible means, his indifferent face remained expressionless, and his black eyes were like ice that had never melted for a thousand years. It seemed that nothing could arouse his emotions.

"Is this the last temple messenger?"

Lin Yu looked at the man in gray with great interest.

In the original novel, this guy will soon go south to the Qing Kingdom to eliminate the influence caused by Ye Qingmei on the orders of the temple. In the end, he will fight Wu Zhu, who wants to protect Fan Xian, in the capital and die at the latter's hands.

Lin Yu arrived too early; the temple is unaware of Fan Xian's existence.

The messenger did not travel south but remained in the temple.

"The last intelligent robot besides Wuzhu..."

Lin Yu's lips curled into a slight smile as he said, "He's mine now!"

With that, he waved his hand and accepted the gift that the temple had specially prepared for him without any hesitation.

Perhaps it was because they lost their last intelligent bionic robot, or perhaps Lin Yu's methods were beyond the temple's comprehension.

In short, the temple finally reacted after the last messenger mysteriously disappeared.

In an instant, countless points of light fell from the sky, like bright snowflakes, gathering in mid-air.

Gradually, a figure materialized on the high platform in front of Lin Yu, becoming clearer and clearer—

He was an old man in an ancient robe with wide sleeves, the hem of which had flowing cloud patterns, and a black and gold jade belt around his waist.

A pair of ornate shoes with upturned toes detached from the ground and hovered about three inches above the platform, like a legendary immortal standing in mid-air, seemingly about to be carried away by the wind.

Moreover, the old man's face was covered with a faint bluish glow.

With such an appearance, anyone else would surely think it was a true immortal descended to earth and worship it.

Unfortunately, the white-clad youth standing before the old man was a terrifying being far beyond human comprehension.

Let alone a fake cyber god like him, even a real immortal couldn't cause any trouble!
Because the old man's attempt to show off his skills before an expert was too ridiculous, Lin Yu didn't want to interrupt his entrance. Instead, he watched him with interest, wanting to see how he planned to perform.

After the old man appeared, he stood in mid-air for a few seconds in silence, then lowered his head, looked down at Lin Yu, and said calmly:

"The divine way is dim, the great way is not flourishing, wandering on divergent paths, pointing to the mountains and rivers, their anger rising like the wind and clouds, their will to secure the nation, therefore..."

The old man slowly uttered a long article with beautiful language and ancient meaning. The central idea was simple: he wanted to trick Lin Yu into becoming the new temple messenger, to travel the world and observe civilizations in place of the temple.

Lin Yu recognized the article's prototype halfway through the conversation; it was none other than Luo Binwang's "Proclamation Against Wu Zetian"!
Upon realizing this, he couldn't help but show disappointment.

This guy's lines are just a hodgepodge, and his creativity is even worse than the AI ​​he used in his previous life. I don't know if it's due to algorithm limitations or insufficient temple energy, but it has activated a low-computing-power-saving mode.

If it's the latter, that's fine, but if it's the former, then the value of this artificial intelligence will decrease...

The old man was still reciting the text, but Lin Yu was too lazy to listen any longer.

He raised his head, looked at the old man, and said calmly, "That's enough!"

"With your paltry holographic projection tricks, you dare to pretend to be an immortal?"

"Let me, the True Lord, teach you!"

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly rose up, like countless shattered jade flowers, swirling and dancing around Lin Yu's body.

The rushing cold air, carrying sharp-edged ice crystals, transformed into swirling gusts of snow that spiraled upwards and spread wildly in all directions.

In an instant, the entire temple was swallowed up by the sudden blizzard.

The temple's built-in temperature and humidity control system worked its best, but it couldn't affect the wind and snow in the slightest. It could only watch helplessly as the snowstorm developed into an enormous blizzard, sweeping all the debris in the courtyard into the sky.

Amidst the raging wind and snow, the handsome, ethereal young man in white remained completely unmoved.

He simply stood there quietly, surrounded by wind and snow, calmly looking at the old man and saying:

"see it?"

"That's what a celestial being should be like!"

　I went back to my hometown for the Qingming Festival and just got back today, so I really can't stay up late.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)