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Ji Mo's eyes narrowed, and without turning his head, he swung his sword backward.

The attacker seemed to have anticipated this, unleashing a quick combo of skills.

[Time Acceleration] [Shield] [Flash] [Anti-Air] [Earthquake] [Water Control] [Enchantment].

With the acceleration of time, the person was faster than the sword and its energy, and nimbly dodged the attack with a backflip.

Transparent barriers unfolded simultaneously, enveloping the nearby mirrors and himself, layer upon layer, at least ten layers in total, to neutralize the aftershocks.

A blinding light followed, enveloping the entire underground space, causing Ji Mo to momentarily fail to notice the change beneath his feet.

The ground collapsed like sand, and the moisture drawn from the air mixed thoroughly, turning into sticky mud, causing the whole person to sink directly into it.

The sword in his hand began to writhe, crawling up his arm like a snake, its tip like a tongue, trying to stab its master, but Ji Mo ripped it off with one hand.

Ji Mo's body plummeted and immediately rose again, the mud beneath his feet feeling solid, and he leaped back to the ground in a few steps.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the shadowy corner, and his tense lips relaxed.

From the shadows, Jiu Chonglou slowly appeared and cast a cleansing spell on Ji Mo, making his dirty clothes clean.

"What, you're only allowed to attack me, but not to retaliate? Acting like an old man isn't a good habit."

She opened her mouth, enunciating each word with utter sarcasm: "Old man Ji~"

That reaction speed, that verbal tic...

"No, we still need a little more proof." Ji Mo has always been vigilant, and even back in reality, he cannot let his guard down.

Jiu Chonglou raised an eyebrow, roughly guessing what had happened, took out a gold coin, and flicked it at Ji Mo.

Ji Mo easily caught the gold coin, unaware that it possessed extraordinary power.

"He actually caught it? It seems my 'Poverty Demon Technique' didn't work. What a pity." Jiu Chonglou said with a regretful expression.

...Would a normal person use the "Poor Man's Technique" on their enemy during a fight?

"Xiao Jiu." Ji Mo's tone was somewhat helpless as he flicked the broken sword from his wrist, confirming the other party's identity: "How long have you been observing?"

Time may be accelerated in dreams, but in reality it should flow at a one-to-one speed. With Jiu Chonglou's keen senses, it wouldn't be too late for him to realize that his actions were abnormal.

Her previous absence does not mean she was not monitoring the world.

"It started around the time you first entered the royal city? Later, I realized you seemed to want to unravel the mysteries of this world yourself, so I just watched from the sidelines."

As Jiu Chonglou spoke, he strolled around in the mirror, occasionally trying to reach out his hand. His arm went straight through the mirror and he could touch the soft skin. The other person seemed to notice this and frantically shook his hand.

"How was the decryption experience without my help?"

"This is troublesome." Ji Mo's gaze followed Jiu Chonglou's. "Who is this Lorris you just mentioned?"

"It's the God of Mirrors and Dreams, a god who loves to cry and creates beautiful dreams for humans." After circling around a few times, Jiu Chonglou basically confirmed the underlying rules of the formation's operation. "The technology here is essentially a low-grade replication of His power."

She clicked her tongue twice, her gaze falling on the center of the seal, where a stone, entirely purple and radiating an ominous aura, lay.

With her keen sensitivity to spiritual energy, she could sense another faint power entangled with the stone, but it was far less powerful than the force that brought the aura of death and was easily overlooked.

This is erosion, or contamination.

"The indigenous people told me that a god once came to this world to find it. The power seems to be related to death."

When Ji Mo first heard Mara mention the disaster and the undead creatures, his first thought was of the curse on him. He suspected that the two were the work of the same god, but he was not entirely sure.

The first generation of gods were numerous, and their powers overlapped, or there was a substitution between superiors and inferiors.

For example, there is the god of rivers and the god of water. The latter's power completely covers that of the former, yet they are two different gods.

The powers interpreted by terms such as reincarnation and decay can also bring about corresponding effects.

Not to mention the ability to turn corpses into undead life forms.

When asked about Mara's specific appearance, she said she didn't know, only that she was completely black.

After all, if she had unfortunately seen that evil spirit when she was young, she should have died back then, instead of living in the present.

The person who threw this corrosive and deadly stone here is more dangerous than the scourge that brings death.

Jiu Chonglou also realized this, and took out a lantern. Ji Mo remembered it; she had taken it out when she was chasing Lan Yun last time.

[The Lamp of Time: A lantern created by the Celestial Lord of the Beginning of the Year for his laziness; it can reveal a specific area and time period containing the most intense emotions within that timeframe.]

This is a prop that looks good, but is actually very difficult to use.

The item detection range is quite vague. For example, in previous usage, none of Lan Yun and Chen Ying's travel clips were retrieved.

To Jiu Chonglou's great disappointment, the story of an adopted daughter falling in love with her adoptive father and a biological son falling in love with his adopted daughter turned out to be a result of DNA testing. It turned out that the adoptive father was the biological father, and the biological son was not the biological son. As a result, the story of the knife fight based on the three-bedroom apartment map did not happen.

The moments we saw weren't as emotionally intense as we'd imagined. For example:

A certain office worker's only companions are a flock of crows. Every day after get off work, he buys a bag of fries to feed the crows, day after day.

Until one day, instead of receiving fries, the crows saw a doctor carrying away a corporate slave who had died suddenly at his workstation, and angrily chased the doctor away.

The crows lifted the white sheet, as if sensing something, and continued to caw mournfully beside the overworked office worker.

This went on for a very long time.

Isn't it said that modern people harbor more resentment than ghosts and gods? How come your emotions are less intense than a flock of crows?

Fortunately, even before it became a dead zone, this place was a desolate wasteland, so we shouldn't encounter any family drama situations.

The time frame must be at least one hundred years, and Jiuchonglou limits the time frame to between seven hundred and eight hundred years.

The next second, black-robed figures filled the surroundings, and strange array patterns appeared on the ground that were not there before, which were far more complex than the array designed by Mara and others.

The black-robed figure danced wildly around the stone at the center of the formation, hissing in prayer: "O Lord of Death, who has slumbered since time immemorial! Accept the offering of life, shatter the barrier of the River Styx, and return to this land of bones!"

A bound sacrifice was pierced by a sharp blade amidst screams, blood gushing onto the stone, but nothing changed.

That's the end of the video.

"A local cult? Or from abroad?" Ji Mo wondered. These men in black robes were very alert, and their words and bodies contained no symbols of authority.

Jiu Chonglou was scratching at something on the ground where the array patterns had been drawn, as if confirming something.

"...They are not using formations to summon; formations are merely a decoy to conceal their true power. They are using rules to write a set of logic, attracting some kind of being."

"Can rules really do this? Aren't they usually only effective for a specific person or a specific area?"

"To give an analogy, from a cosmic perspective, a planet is just a sphere. But someone wrote rules for a mountain on that planet, giving it super luminosity it shouldn't have. If you look at it from afar and see a very obvious white dot on that planet, wouldn't you want to take a look?"

"They don't use common formations, but choose to use rules instead..." Ji Mo pondered. "Either this is the only way to attract the God of Calamity, or they are more skilled in this method but don't want to expose it."

"...Strange?"