Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

On the other side of the screen, the Western Continent.

An ancient town with a bizarre style, full of medieval Gothic elements.

Inside the dimly lit tavern, candlelight flickered.

Sharang Hezzie, the usually elegant and composed member of the Fated Ones, was now sitting in the corner with a gloomy expression.

Before him lay a glass of wine as red as blood.

Around him, countless bizarre creatures with distorted appearances and missing limbs were clinking glasses and emitting chilling roars and shrill laughter.

But not a single eerie creature dared to approach Xialange even a step closer.

The icy aura emanating from him, belonging to the high-level forbidden S-rank, acted like an invisible wall, keeping all filth out.

"Damn it..."

Charlange gripped the wine glass tightly in his hand, his fingers turning slightly white from the excessive force.

"A deviation... such a huge deviation in fate has occurred."

He cursed under his breath.

This was the first time he had suffered such a complete defeat since becoming a member of the [Chess and Card Master]'s clan.

That fragment of divinity was supposed to be the sacred medium through which the [Chess Master] descended to this world!

As a result, not only did he fail to obtain it, he was also nearly devoured by Lin Chuan.

This sense of defeat in the face of fate filled his elegant yet twisted heart with rage.

Just then.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

The large brass alarm clock that he had always kept on the table suddenly rang without warning.

The sound was rapid and sharp, instantly drowning out all the noise in the tavern.

Xia Lange suddenly looked up, his expression turning serious.

A grand, majestic, yet urgent will traversed endless dimensions and time, descending directly into his mind.

The source of this will is none other than the [Chess and Card Game Dominator]!

"My Lord..."

Xia Lange immediately suppressed all his negative emotions and respectfully lowered his head.

"Leave the Western Continent immediately..."

"Take...the shuttle train..."

Intermittent signals of will reverberated through his forbidden body like the resounding toll of a great bell.

The ferry train mentioned by [Chess Master] is actually the real name of the 'Death Train'!

Its origins are unknown even to the [Chess and Card Game Dominator].

It can travel between reality and the supernatural; it is a forbidden mode of transportation between life and death.

As Shaglan pondered, the telepathic message from the [Chess Master] continued to fall:

"Heading to... the Flame Dragon Empire... Guanhe..."

"Awaken...the slumbering...Six Taboos of Meishan..."

"My true form... wishes to descend upon this body!!"

Six taboos in Meishan?

Even as an S-rank high-level taboo, Xia Lange's heart was filled with turmoil.

The so-called "Six Taboos of Meishan" are terrifying entities from the ancient mythology of the Yanlong Empire!

But what shocked Shaglan the most was... his Lord, the great [Chess Master]! seemed eager to leave the Chaotic Void Realm and descend into reality!!

"The Chaotic Void Realm... is... collapsing..."

"He...a dream...will...awaken..."

The final message brought with it an indescribable sense of panic.

Xia Lange shuddered, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.

The chaotic void realm... is collapsing?

That is the source of all taboos, the first world closest to the "Ruins of Return".

If something goes wrong there...

Xia Lange dared not think any further.

He suddenly stood up, picked up the large alarm clock, grabbed the black umbrella, and rushed out of the tavern without looking back.

Since the Lord has issued a divine decree, he must carry it out at all costs.

……

at the same time.

Lin Chuan's consciousness then returned to Zhou Kai.

At this moment, Zhou Kai looked rather disheveled.

"Huff... huff..."

He let out a heavy sigh, which echoed in the silent space.

After catching his breath, he wiped the cold sweat from his face, gripped the prophetic pen that had cracked again, and stared warily ahead.

They have penetrated deep into the core area of ​​Jiangjing.

The pink mist here is so thick it's almost dripping with water; with each breath, it feels like countless tiny insects are crawling in your lungs.

And this moment.

Standing before them was an ancient, weathered stone altar, exuding the aura of time.

The altar was made entirely of obsidian and was covered with distorted ancient Japanese characters.

And at the very center of the altar.

Something was placed quietly.

It was a folding fan.

An exquisite folding fan, its surface covered with pink cherry blossom patterns.

It looks so delicate and fragile, like an ordinary work of art.

But in the depths of this eerie dead city, its very existence is the greatest inconsistency.

Even more bizarrely...

Above this folding fan, a faint, blood-red script was suspended:

Destroying this fan will avert disaster.

It only has eight characters.

Yet it seemed to possess some kind of magic, constantly enticing everyone present to step forward.

"This...this is a hint?"

Petrowski's eyes widened, and he asked hesitantly.

"Will destroying it end all this?"

"Oh."

White Rose sneered, raising her frost-covered longsword slightly but not actually slashing down.

"In a godforsaken place like this, you actually believe such a warning?"

"This is clearly a trap."

Although she acts arrogantly, she is not stupid.

Moreover, her intuition as an S-rank forbidden master told her that this fan... was very strange.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Kai remained silent, only his brows furrowed.

The prophetic pen in his hand was trembling wildly, and the ink flowing from its tip wrote a huge, distorted character for "death" in the void.

"Don't touch it."

Zhou Kai's voice was hoarse.

"My pen tells me... that if we touch this fan, we will die a terrible death."

"What should we do then?"

"A demon tamer from the Flame Dragon Empire said somewhat impatiently."

"We've come all this way, are we just going to stand here and do nothing?"

"This disaster must be contained!! According to reports from the rear, another state in our Flame Dragon Empire has been covered by pink mist..."

"If we don't resolve this quickly, on the Eastern Continent... I'm afraid everyone alive will die!"

As the demon tamer spoke, the surrounding pink mist grew thicker and thicker, and the omnipresent sense of oppression intensified.

Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit.

Just then.

The shadow of the pastor, who had been silent all along, suddenly took a step forward.

The miniature black church he was holding suddenly emitted a clear chime.

clang!!

The resounding bells actually forced back some of the surrounding pink mist.

"Evil...needs judgment."

The pastor's indifferent voice rang out.

He wanted to force his way in and test the strength of that folding fan!

"etc!"

Zhou Kai's expression changed drastically, and he was about to stop him.

But it was too late.

A black beam of judgment shot out from the miniature chapel, heading straight for the cherry blossom folding fan on the altar.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

however.

Just as the ray of light was about to touch the folding fan.

A sudden change occurred.

Crash!

The folding fan, which had been motionless, suddenly... swayed slightly.

Just this once.

Time and space around us seemed to freeze instantly.

Followed by.

Countless pink petals appeared out of thin air and fell like snowflakes.

Each petal carries a breathtaking beauty and... an aura of death.

"Oh no! Retreat immediately!!"

White Rose let out a scream and instinctively retreated.

but……

Amidst the rain of petals falling from the sky, a woman's soft laughter seemed to echo softly.