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The headquarters of Sanchuan, the temple of the First Heavenly Lord.

It was only after the God of Wealth casually mentioned it that Ji Mo remembered he should come here to take a look.

Even without anyone tending to the temple, it remains pristine and the statues stand silently, unchanged.

Ji Mo raised his head and stared at the deliberately blurred face of the statue, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.

As he stepped back against the wall, he deliberately squinted to defocus his vision, then repeatedly compared it with the figure that Xu Shi had seen.

This isn't just a resemblance; it's the real person.

The memory I saw that day was a reenactment of the scene where the Heavenly Lord of Beginning of the Year killed someone.

Ji Mo had met the Heavenly Lord of the Beginning of the Year, but their conversation consisted of only a few words, and his voice was different from that of the Heavenly Lord of the Beginning of the Year in that memory.

The voice of the First Heavenly Lord that he heard was more mature and had a sense of vicissitude, which was in line with the public's stereotype of gods.

As far as Ji Mo knew, most of the gods of the Three Rivers were eccentric and unreliable.

"The voice I heard in the castle back then was exactly the same as that of Jiu Chong Lou..." Ji Mo muttered to himself, then looked at the statue with a bit of hope. Unfortunately, his voice did not seem to reach the statue's ears, and the statue still did not react.

The information provided by the eclipse is truthful; since it dares to reproduce, this period of history must have existed.

The only thing that can be reassuring is that although the flow of information in the illusory erosion is not limited by space or time, it cannot obtain information about the future.

Otherwise, if a boss with "Resurrection" ability, futuristic vision, and massive tech tree information randomly appears, everyone might as well give up and just jump straight into the erosion energy tide.

Therefore, this history must have originated from some period in the past.

Regardless of whether that memory was intentionally shown to Ji Mo, its direction was very clear.

The First Heavenly Lord once had an enemy he desperately wanted to eliminate, and Jiu Chonglou is very likely the First Heavenly Lord himself, or one of his incarnations.

As for his few brief exchanges with the Heavenly Lord of the Beginning of the Year?

As we all know, when you try to sound mature by speaking in a high-pitched voice, you can't say too much, because if you do, your true nature will be easily revealed.

Ji Mo was certain of his guess, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

This merely confirms a long-held suspicion; prior to this, Ji Mo had also found considerable indicative evidence.

"Most importantly, Xiao Jiu didn't actually hide much..." Ji Mo recalled the countless level nine skills in Jiu Chonglou's skill bar and felt that she was really not just being perfunctory.

Generally speaking, realm is equal to the skill level cap.

Only a small number of people are exceptionally gifted in a particular field, possessing skill levels that transcend realms.

However, such a person can only master a maximum of two skills that are beyond their level.

There's also the age-themed room in the blind box apartment; Jiu Chonglou is clearly trying to distract and deliberately rush to answer.

"When the two of us are together, one of us dares to lie and deceive, and the other dares to lie and believe," Ji Mo shook his head. "It's absurd."

Ji Mo went a step further and thought that "Jiu Chong Lou" was probably not her real name, but it was probably the name she was most used to.

Looking back at the worlds we've traveled through, medieval castles, vampires, elves and the undead... to put it simply, they all share a rich Western cultural foundation.

On the contrary, the mortal realm became the biggest outlier, focusing on Chinese culture.

Although Jiu Chonglou never said it directly, according to the information Ji Mo had learned, the mortal realm was originally like other great realms, but later, by referring to the history of other civilizations, it took thousands of years to turn around and eventually evolved into what it is today.

Even the gods of the Three Rivers, as well as the powerful humans who joined later, changed their common names long ago.

This also means that in the land of Sanchuan, if you call out the real name of a certain deity, no one will respond.

The answer is simple: I've been using my new name for so long, I'm used to it now. How am I supposed to know you're calling me by the name I used a thousand years ago when you suddenly call me by that name?

If you want to get a response from the deity now, reciting old prayers is more reliable, at least the other party can clearly sense that someone is specifically seeking their attention.

But the Heavenly Lord of the Beginning Year is an exception.

"You are the eternal monument that holds the past, you are the shuttle of destiny that weaves the future, you are the blade that etches the present moment... Is there really no response?"

Even though Ji Mo casually recited the prayer he used to pray to the Heavenly Lord of the Beginning of the Year, the statue did not change, as if the person himself was not online.

I hope it's not because the prayer is too shameful that I'm ashamed to come out.

As far as he knew, even gods had a sense of shame and chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), especially those gods who now claimed to be mature and reliable, but had a lot of dark history from the era of gods.

Compared to the unresponsive First Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Emperor of the Mountain-Crushing Mysterious Extreme is even more mysterious and taciturn.

There isn’t even a temple to Him on the island.

Even if they are not called by their usual names, the gods of the Three Rivers will not be entitled to any title, that is, the gods of XX and XX are all called by some kind of heavenly ruler.

This led Ji Mo to not quite understand what the power of the Supreme Emperor of the Mountain-Crushing Mysterious Realm was.

"The founder of Sanchuan is truly mysterious..."

……

For the next few days, Ji Mo spent his time immersed in the world of film and television awards.

Ironically, while everyone criticizes the urban world for disregarding human life and using sacrifice and humanity as a gimmick for publicity, they cannot deny the existence of the urban world, which has brought many unknown histories to the screen.

Urban World can promise that all the scenes that appear on the screen actually existed.

As for how much of the story on screen deviates from historical truth due to plot cuts, that's another matter entirely.

There are surprisingly many movies themed around human riots in the rule world, as if behind every riot in the rule world, there are people from the urban world carrying cameras and tracking them all the way.

In fact, the urban drama industry has long abandoned the inefficient method of tracking and filming. Instead, it has adopted a more broad approach, using the provision of resources as a pretext to implant identical filming props into the contracted actors and erase their memories of the transaction.

Only if the lead actor is involved will the production team go to great lengths to guide him to a predetermined fate.

As for the other minor characters? Once the chip is implanted and their memories are erased, get out of here. Your storyline is up to fate to judge.

Once the storm has passed, these chips will be collected, integrated, and edited to create a series of movies.

At least this is a mutually agreeable transaction. More often than not, the person involved simply doesn't want to be an actor, and afterwards, the production team uses methods similar to Bai Que's abilities to forcibly extract memories and supplement the plot.

The urban world's attitude of either mutual consent or coercion has unwittingly turned it into a regular source of support for the resistance.

Although some humans do manage to escape the rules during each riot, the unknown shadow that looms over everyone remains: how many will be sacrificed and how many will truly escape unscathed.

Although the urban world adapts their struggles and sacrifices into dramatic films and television shows for people to consume and enjoy, in exchange, it does indeed increase the chances of many people escaping.

Anonymous deaths, or deaths of entertainment with a 30/70 split, or escapes to safety.

Most people chose the latter.

A single riot in the world of rules could spawn at least five movies.

The ending, where the male protagonist insists on staying in his homeland while the people he shelters leave with the rescue team in tears, is already considered a relatively ideal one.

Many films focus on themes and perspectives, often depicting ordinary people who, unable to achieve their desires, lose their moral compass in their yearning to escape, ending up with countless lives on their hands, only to fail to board the ship that leaves.

As the final film drew to a close, the long cast list was understandable, especially considering that these were actors who had signed contracts in advance. The many more victims were simply referred to as "unknowns."

Ji Mo rubbed his sore temples and glanced at the balcony. It was sunrise, and the clouds on the horizon were tinged with a soft golden-pink hue.

He paused for a moment before going downstairs to buy breakfast. His favorite shop was the third steamed bun shop on the right at the entrance of the community. That shop made handmade steamed buns, which tasted much better than the pre-made ones.

In a small town with few people, reputation is spread by word of mouth among neighbors. He only comes in the evening, but there are already customers waiting for steamed buns in front of his shop.

"It's Ji Mo! You're here to buy steamed buns too?" A neighbor recognized Ji Mo and sighed, "We're both college students. My kid's always upside down when he gets home. He just fell asleep now and he definitely won't wake up until the afternoon. If he had half your regular sleep schedule, I could save myself a lot of trouble."

Ji Mo smiled but didn't say anything. It wasn't the first time he'd been someone else's child, so he figured out how to handle this impromptu conversation.

Handmade buns are just different; the skin is thin, the filling is generous, and the meat is fresh. If an average person were to take a bite, the splattering juice would definitely burn their tongue.

Ji Mo wasn't in a hurry to go back, and instead took a stroll along the street.

Compared to the struggles and sacrifices of those who are manipulated and consumed within the world of rules, this ordinary, even dull, hometown is actually quite nice.

He was half focused on the street scene and half on the series of movies he had just watched.

Thanks to the semi-documentary film, Ji Mo also indirectly learned about the internal structure of the resistance army.

Some of the actors appeared in multiple riots, all holding high positions and possessing significant abilities; they should be the current main force of the resistance army.

The faces and names of these people even matched the names on the list of goods transactions previously sent by the "God of Wealth".

I wonder if, when the strange creature saw those old people, it regretted not killing them all earlier.

Furthermore, Ji Mo noticed that the area affected by each riot was different, and if the entire film series were combined, it would be found that it encompassed all areas except for the high-level supernatural territories.

This corresponds exactly to the areas where the resistance was active during this period.

This convinced Ji Mo that the resistance had been planning this battle for a long time, exchanging centuries of humiliation for a thorough understanding of the terrain and the strange rules governing it.

"I just don't know if the city-state is aware of this... I hope not."

If the urban world attempts to view this battle as the final act of the resistance, its level of involvement will be unprecedented.

as well as……

Ji Mo opened his phone's photo album. He had saved a lot of movie screenshots these days, the most of which were of a female supporting character.

In that movie, she wasn't even the third female lead; she was just someone who could survive, so she appeared more often as an extra.

"This face...it looks a bit like..."