I changed the world.

You dealt with five vengeful spirits... a reward for your consciousness.

Your actions have led to a significant shift in some people's understanding of materialism, and a minor disturbance to the consciousness of the world's lower classes, which is currently expanding.

A total of 11848 wish points have been added. (6459 wish points were added yesterday)

Looking at the latest data, Zhang Jing couldn't help but let out a silent "wow." According to the current data, his total wish points had reached 33089, a meteoric rise. This was an experience Zhang Jing had never had before.

The most important source of these wish points is the hype generated by the "After Sealing the Sword" drama series and the video released by "Master Hua". Judging from the increase in wish points, this upward trend is currently unabated, and it is clear that this topic is still in the dissemination stage.

Zhang Jing thought optimistically that the topic would spread for a while longer.

After retrieving the wishing book, Zhang Jing took the scroll he had just bought that day, spread it out on the living room table, and examined it carefully.

Once fully unfolded, the scroll appeared to be approximately 15-18 centimeters wide and 50 centimeters long. Aside from the faint outlines of what appeared to be mountains and forests, Zhang Jing made no other discoveries. Due to its age, the scroll was stained in many places, perhaps by spilled liquids, making the images even more blurred and difficult to discern.

Zhang Jing tentatively used the techniques for controlling magical artifacts to mobilize the Qi within his body and, in conjunction with his divine sense, began to slowly refine the scroll. As he continued, the originally blurry lines on the unfolded scroll began to glow with blue light, as if an invisible paintbrush was gradually outlining the lines, making them clearer and more lifelike.

In Zhang Jing's perception, there was a kind of illusory line extending from this scroll, crossing space and probing into the unknown realm in the dark. This feeling was extremely familiar to him, as it was the experience he had felt many times on the "Lishan Cave Heaven" jade tablet.

Sensing something, Zhang Jing stopped his refining process and withdrew his hand. At this moment, the scroll unfolding before him was completely different from before. As if the dust of history had been washed away, the entire scroll became vibrant in color and clear in line. Now, it was clear that it resembled a map.

The scroll was drawn in a very classical style, somewhat similar to the map illustrations drawn by the ancients in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that Zhang Jing had seen in his previous life. On the map, one could identify mountains, forests, and some irregular thick lines that should be rivers. In addition, there were special symbols in several places on the map, which seemed to be some kind of circular emblem.

Looking at the emblem, Zhang Jing instinctively felt it looked familiar. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and went to the room to find a bronze round emblem, which he had recently found in that haunted house in Kuaizhou City. Upon closer inspection, the pattern on this round emblem was almost identical to the special symbols on the scroll.

Is it just a coincidence? Zhang Jing felt that there was probably some connection between the two, after all, using various coincidences to change one's fate has always been the routine of the wishing book.

About twenty minutes later, Zhang Jingsi reappeared in the main room, fully armed, dressed in outdoor camouflage clothing, hiking boots, and carrying a bulging backpack. He stood in front of the open scroll, and for safety's sake, he wore the round badge.

With a solemn expression, he stretched out his arm and placed it on the scroll. The next moment, a flash of light appeared, and he disappeared from the spot.

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The sky was dim, and the vegetation was dark and gloomy, with some particularly huge, unidentified trees rising from the ground. The surrounding area presented a sparse forest landscape.

Zhang Jing, carrying a backpack, squinted and carefully surveyed his surroundings.

In the dim sky, white ash, like snowflakes, fell silently and slowly, deathly still, as if intending to bury all things under the ashes, yet it always covered only a thin layer and then did not increase...

I caught a piece of falling ash in a daze, crushed it between my fingers, and left a gray mark on my fingertip before it disappeared.

It was like some kind of ashes and snow that he couldn't comprehend...

Looking up, the gloomy sky remained unchanged, making it impossible to tell whether it was early morning or evening. A light mist drifted around, making visibility somewhat obscured even a short distance away.

This was clearly no longer the world he originally belonged to! The experience of time travel just now was somewhat similar to his experience when he went to Lishan Cave Heaven, which made him even more certain of the state he was in.

However, the communication with the void here is not as direct as in Lishan Cave Heaven; it's somewhat similar to the situation on Earth. Zhang Jing raised his hand and glanced at it; he had actually brought the scroll in, and now he was holding it in his hand.

Zhang Jing was about to open the scroll to see if there were any changes when, in that instant, his heart tightened and an extremely ominous feeling welled up inside him.

Without thinking twice, Zhang Jing threw down the scroll and lunged forward. After landing, he didn't get up immediately, but instead rolled away using the momentum of his fall. He was so fast that his figure disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a series of impacts rang out as four or five javelins, each as thick as a clothes fork, struck the spot where Zhang Jing had just stood with tremendous force. Two of them embedded themselves in a tree, piercing through its trunk, which was as thick as a person's embrace, while the others disappeared into the grass...

Only then did Zhang Jing hear a series of sharp, piercing sounds as objects sliced ​​through the air.

This javelin was fired at the speed of a large-caliber military firearm!

The javelins fired relentlessly at Zhang Jing, like a barrage of arrows, fierce and swift. Trees, grass, and even branches as thick as a calf were instantly shattered, and some trees as thick as a person were even pierced through.

Zhang Jing performed two rolls and took off the backpack he had been carrying on his back. He shrank into a ball, as if he had suddenly become three times shorter. With a flash, he dodged the concentrated fire of more than ten javelins and moved to the side and behind a tree that would take several people to encircle.

Using the tree trunk for cover, Zhang Jing stood up. At this moment, he had a cyan longsword in his right hand and an arm shield covering his left hand.

With his sword in hand, Zhang Jing squinted at the direction from which the javelin had come. However, in the place he was looking at, there seemed to be a blurry figure moving around. But upon closer inspection, it blended into the surrounding background, and he could not make out the enemy's exact location.

The enemy possessed some kind of hidden ability? Zhang Jing immediately had a guess. The next moment, golden flames ignited in his eyes. Under the observation of the True Fire Refining Eye Technique, the attacker finally had nowhere to hide.

This was a monster unlike any other creature he knew from ancient times to the present. It appeared to be a head taller than Zhang Jing, and by initial estimation, it was no lighter than an adult rhinoceros. This monster seemed to have no body; instead, a massive head was flanked by two strong, kangaroo-like hind legs. On this enormous head, a strikingly large, gaping maw occupied most of the space. The mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp teeth and dripping water. Zhang Jing estimated that the mouth was large enough for him to lie down inside…

On the monster's fur, some colors changed like camouflage, making it blend into the surrounding environment.

Zhang Jing reached out and plucked a clump of muddy grass beside him. He took a deep breath and tossed it away. As he threw it, several javelins whistled towards the grass.

As for Zhang Jing himself, the moment the long grass was thrown out, he sprinted in another direction, using the trees in the forest as cover to quickly close the distance with the monster.

Realizing it had targeted the wrong enemy, the monster quickly changed direction. However, this momentary mistake had already reduced the distance between it and Zhang Jing to less than thirty meters. For Zhang Jing at this moment, such a distance was practically within arm's reach.

The monster crouched down, and three more javelins shot out from behind it. Zhang Jing did not dodge, letting the two javelins on the left and right sides grazed past him. He held his left arm as a shield in front of him, and the javelins slid off the shield, deviating from their path and flying to the other side.

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Soul Absorption

Ten meters!

The monster's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Zhang Jing. It let out a low growl, its voice hoarse and sharp, like the noise of scraping metal, and then it lunged at Zhang Jing with all its might.

Zhang Jing didn't dodge, but instead met the attack with his sword. Just as they were about to collide, Zhang Jing shifted his body, moving two body lengths to the side, and then struck! His longsword swept horizontally past the monster's knee joint...

The human and the monster passed each other in an instant, and at the same time, a dull sound of bones breaking and a piercing scream rang out. The monster was like a car whose tires suddenly flew off at high speed, rolling and flipping over violently, crashing heavily into a large tree...

The monster was ferocious. Despite losing its balance and tumbling several times against a large tree with one leg broken, it showed no signs of weakness. It struggled, dragging its broken leg and roaring, spewing out a foul stench from its gaping maw.

"Thud..." Another muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out. It was Zhang Jing again. Just as the monster tried to get up, he had already flashed from its side and behind, his long sword plunging into the back of its eye...

The monster displayed remarkable toughness; even after taking a sharp sword blow, it didn't die. Instead, it became even more enraged, roaring and lunging forward. It pushed off the ground with one leg, stumbling and turning its body back towards Zhang Jing, struggling frantically to move forward, its mouth agape as if it were a trapped beast desperately trying to bite him...

However, such speed posed no threat to Zhang Jing. He took two steps to the side and was already beside him, raising his long sword high before slashing down fiercely!

With a bloodcurdling scream, a horrific gash appeared on the side of the monster's head, almost severing half of it. The monster struggled frantically for a couple of moments before collapsing, twitching weakly…

With golden flames flashing in his eyes, Zhang Jing cautiously surveyed his surroundings again. Finding nothing amiss, he then shook his longsword to remove the liquid clinging to it, wiped it off on the nearby weeds, and put away his sword and shield.

Just then, a blurry white shadow suddenly floated up from the monster's body, vaguely revealing the monster's image. It quickly hurled itself towards Zhang Jing. This abrupt change startled Zhang Jing, who thought there was another unexpected turn of events. He took a step back as if electrocuted, trying to avoid the white shadow. However, the white shadow seemed to be guided, turning in the air and then hurling itself towards Zhang Jing, ultimately plunging into Zhang Jing's chest.

Startled, Zhang Jing quickly reached out and searched his body, but after a few seconds, nothing changed.

At this moment, Zhang Jing's heart stirred slightly. He rummaged in the inner pocket of his chest and took out a small pot, which was indeed the "Demon Refining Pot". Because it was important, he always carried it with him, and he brought it with him this time as well.

What delighted Zhang Jing was that the spiritual liquid in the "Demon Refining Pot" (the name Zhang Jing gave it) was almost down to about a mouthful, but now he could confirm that the amount of spiritual liquid inside had increased. Although it was not much, only about half a mouthful, it still made him very happy, which meant that he had found a way to increase the amount of spiritual liquid.

Looking back now, Zhang Jing realized that the white shadow he had just seen seemed to be the soul of that monster. This meant that the "Demon Refining Pot" could absorb the souls of dead monsters and refine them into spiritual liquid.

After putting away the "Demon Refining Pot," Zhang Jing picked up his backpack, which was still lying in the grass a dozen meters away, and put it back on his back. He then searched around and quickly found the scroll as well.

The recent journey had already confirmed his suspicion that this scroll had the same function as the "Lishan Cave Heaven" jade tablet in his hand. However, when Zhang Jing probed into the scroll with his divine sense again, he discovered the difference: this scroll could not help him return directly.

If we compare the "Lishan Cave Jade Tablet" to a round-trip ticket, then this scroll is now seen as a one-way ticket, and Zhang Jing needs to find another way to return.

Even so, Zhang Jing wasn't particularly nervous. He thoughtfully opened the scroll again to examine it, and everything seemed no different from what he had seen before, except for one difference. In the lower right corner of the scroll, a tiny blue dot of light had appeared, currently stationary on the scroll.

After a moment's thought, Zhang Jing had a possible guess: the scroll depicted something resembling a map. If that were the case, then the location of the flashing blue dot was very likely his current position. It was similar to a satellite navigation system's positioning. Confirming this wasn't difficult; he simply needed to move in a fixed direction and observe whether the blue dot moved accordingly.

Zhang Jing walked to the two "javelin" stuck in the tree trunk. These "javelin" were brownish-brown all over, about the same length as an ordinary eyebrow stick, and their texture was somewhat similar to bone. The spearhead was sharp and integrated with the shaft. Zhang Jing pulled out one of the "javelin" with force, held it in his hand, and felt that it was quite handy. He felt that he could use it as a ranged weapon.

He walked back to the monster's side, which was now completely frozen on the ground. This was the first time Zhang Jing had encountered a monster other than a vengeful spirit. He looked it over and reached out to brush aside the soft fur covering the monster's "head," or rather, its back. He then discovered that there were several rows of honeycomb-like holes on the monster's back. It seemed that those "javelin" had been shot out from there.

In addition, Zhang Jing also found some ulcer-like wounds on the monster's body. There were several wounds on the monster's body, and they emitted a rotten smell, which made him frown.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Jing summoned the Wish Book and made a wish:

"I wish that I will have good luck on my journey through this world."

Once the black text appeared, confirming that his wish had been successful, he took back his wishing book. Now that he had plenty of wishing points, he felt that adding an extra layer of protection might bring some surprises.

In the distance, several incomprehensible howls could be faintly heard. It was unclear what kind of monster was making them. Zhang Jing suppressed the urge to rush over and harvest the spiritual liquid. He took one last look at the monster lying dead on the ground, then turned and casually headed towards a sparsely wooded area.

As Zhang Jing walked briskly into the distance, he probed the surrounding bushes with his javelin while carefully observing his surroundings. For some reason, ever since arriving in this world, Zhang Jing had a persistent feeling of unease, but he couldn't find any reason for it, which made him very vigilant.

In this unfamiliar forest, he felt that everything was unknown and he was on edge. Before he could figure out the general situation, he dared not walk too fast, let alone use the lightness technique to speed up his journey, lest he encounter some unforeseen event.

The surrounding area was shrouded in mist, making it difficult to discern anything further away; everything was shrouded in a hazy mist.

After walking quite a distance, Zhang Jing stopped against two adjacent large trees, hiding himself in the shadow between them. He raised his MR-13 sundial, which showed 20:02 PM. It was already night in the Dazhao region, but the sun hadn't set yet. Zhang Jing didn't know if there was a distinction between day and night here, but even if there was, the time zone here should be different from the outside world.

Zhang Jing turned on the electronic compass, but to his disappointment, the electronic compass and the compass rose erratically, making it impossible to discern any direction...

This was somewhat expected, since if it weren't Earth, there would be no magnetic poles attracting a compass.

Zhang Jing took out the scroll again and opened it to take a look. This time he gained something; the blue dot had indeed moved slightly, and the direction of movement was exactly the same as the direction he was walking in. However, judging from the size of this movement, this world was probably quite enormous.

It seems we might be staying here for quite some time. Fortunately, we prepared some dry food and water before coming, but given the current situation, it's a bit tight, and we may need to obtain some natural food and water from the surrounding environment.

He wondered if the monsters' flesh was edible, or if it was poisonous. Zhang Jing began to ponder this question...

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from not far away. Zhang Jing's ears twitched, and he slowly squatted down, controlling his body to avoid making any inappropriate noises. There were some bushes around him, and after squatting down, he could use the two big trees and the surrounding bushes to cover his figure.

Just then, the rustling sound gradually became clearer. A moment later, a huge creature covered in thick fur pushed aside a clump of bushes not far away and emerged. As it walked, it made a deep, guttural sound from its throat from time to time.

This is a creature about the size of a brown bear on Earth, with a strong and powerful body. However, its head is narrow, somewhat like a jackal on Earth, but judging from its size alone, it is obviously much more aggressive than a jackal.

Every now and then, some saliva would trickle down from the corners of their mouths and drip onto the ground. Even from this distance, Zhang Jing could even smell the distinctive stench of carnivorous creatures emanating from their breath.

It's yet another monster I've never seen before...

It seemed that the monster was perhaps hunting for food. It looked around warily, surveying its surroundings as it slowly moved forward. Although its massive body made its movements appear somewhat clumsy, the flowing muscles beneath its thick fur led Zhang Jing to guess that it likely possessed considerable explosive power.

Zhang Jing squatted there motionless, his hands forming hand seals to obscure his presence. The surrounding mist and the seemingly endless falling ashes in the sky further blurred his vision, effectively camouflaging Zhang Jing.

The monster slowly walked past Zhang Jing's location. Suddenly, it stopped, seemingly having discovered something. It looked around with some confusion, sniffing the ground as if it had caught some scent...

It slowly circled back and forth, searching desperately for something, but at that moment, something unexpected happened!

With a shrill howl, a bone spear pierced the side of the monster's head. The monster let out a painful roar and turned to the direction from which the bone spear flew with an agility that was extremely disproportionate to its huge size. However, before it could do anything, a flash of sword light appeared in the dim forest, and a snarling jackal's head flew into the air.

All sounds ceased abruptly.