Simultaneous time travel, starting from Little Li Flying Dagger

"Oh, that wretched beast..."

Zhang Jingchu looked at Zuo Ruotong with mixed feelings, feeling quite helpless.

The good news is that his apprentice Zhang Zhiwei has finally met a tough opponent and suffered a setback.

The bad news is that these two are evenly matched, and after fighting for so long, they've probably already exposed the true nature of the Sanyi Sect!

The old master's implication was that the fight should be stopped, since continuing it would be pointless.

You should know that at least you have the Celestial Master's Abode here at Longhu Mountain to maintain appearances, but the rebellious life of the Sanyi Sect has probably been figured out by those with ulterior motives.

Zuo Ruotong simply smiled faintly upon hearing this, completely unconcerned.

"Does the Celestial Master think that by letting others see the effects of my Three-in-One Reversal of Life, I can break the curse?"

"Fatal injuries such as severe blows, broken bones, and pierced chests can be repaired instantly by reverse regeneration. At the peak, it can even reconstruct the three dantian. I might as well say it directly: at the second peak, only the head has not been transformed into qi, which is the gate of life."

But if someone could cut off the head of the disciple of the Three Ones, it could only mean that he was less skilled, not that he had a fatal flaw!

That's awesome!

Everyone present was incredibly surprised when Zuo Ruotong casually mentioned the Gate of Reversal.

But when their gazes turned to the field, they seemed to instantly understand something and all sighed deeply.

The Sanyi Sect certainly has the right to be arrogant. That Chu Ke is practically a war god; he can even instantly heal wounds inflicted by Yang Wu Lei from Longhu Mountain.

So, who can cut off the head of a peak second-level expert?

"Fellow Daoist Chu, shall we continue fighting?"

Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat helpless. The battle had dragged on for so long that neither the Golden Light Spell nor the Thunder Technique had any effect; he could only rely on his life force and cultivation to withstand the onslaught.

It's fair to say that if this drags on, the loser won't be less skilled; they'll just be exhausted!

"No problem!"

Chu Ke breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Zhang Zhiwei intended to back down.

Although the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique transforms the physical body into Qi, it can heal extremely quickly.

But like lamp oil, it burns out and then dies.

I am now on the verge of burning out.

Besides, Chu Ke didn't have an obsession with defeating Zhang Zhiwei.

After all, the strong are always lonely. If I defeat him now, I'll likely be very lonely without any future rivals...

In short, both players were now able to accept a draw.

However, just as he was about to stop, Chuk suddenly noticed something unusual happening within the gray mist.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please wait a moment. Don't stop yet. I seem to have gained some insight..."

In the gray fog space,

The Chuk people were all watching intently as the outcome of the battle between Chuk and Zhang Zhiwei was decided.

No one noticed the familiar water ripples appearing on the steps below.

The newcomer, Chuk, was a bald monk with no scars on his scalp. He had a face like jade, eyes like cold stars, and a refined and stern demeanor. His plain monk's robes did not make him look cold or aloof; instead, they accentuated his upright and pine-like figure.

What's most striking is his height, which is nearly two meters...

When Bald Chuk saw the scene on the bronze table, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face became extremely embarrassed.

As someone who transmigrated into the same space, I was surprisingly unwelcome upon my arrival... Amitabha...

"Ahem!"

After what seemed like an eternity, an awkward cough broke the silence.

"Holy crap, were we really that handsome after going bald?"

"How can you be so tall, monk!"

"No flowers?"

When the Chuk saw the newcomer, they exclaimed in surprise, saying that none of them could recognize the bald Chuk's origins.

Bald Chuk greeted everyone with a smile.

Upon their first meeting, he recognized some of the Chuk from the world and realized that they were not very strong, but he also felt a sense of kinship with them.

"Come on, connect to the gray fog, and let us see what you've been through."

Gu Longchuk was also a little curious, but he didn't ask any more questions, since the gray mist would tell him everything anyway.

After the monk Chuk took his seat, from his perspective:

On a mountain, there is a small Zen temple with earthen walls and a thatched roof.

It's so simple that anyone who sees it will ask, "Is this a temple?"

However, the three bold black characters "Jingangmen" are clearly carved on the lintel, indicating that it has been around for quite some time.

Gu Longchu frowned, feeling that the Vajra Sect was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

As the perspective shifted, the group discovered that the temple was not only dilapidated but also extremely sparsely populated, with only a thin and withered sect leader and two disciples as strong as mountains.

Monk Chuk spent eighteen years in this environment until he awakened his cheat ability.

"That's it?" Chuck and the others were extremely surprised.

Such a pure life...

"Your secluded mountain gate makes it impossible to tell which world it belongs to. Have you received any information?"

Just as everyone was about to ask for clarification, Gu Longchu waved his hand, his eyes filled with excitement:

"Wait a minute! I've noticed my internal energy is surging wildly!"

After being reminded by Gu Longchuk, the other Chuks all felt their own power and then showed expressions of ecstasy.

"It can actually bring such a high power amplification! Your world must be extraordinary, is it the Primordial Era, or the Sacred Ruins, or Shrouding the Heavens?"

"I feel like it's like 'Ever Night' or 'In the Snow'."

"It might be a curse..."

Hearing the guesses of the others, the bald Chuk grew increasingly sullen and said directly:

"The main righteous paths in this humble monk's world are Qingyun Sect, Tianyin Temple, and Fanxiang Valley..."

"Burning! Execution of Immortals!"

"We've struck gold! This really is a fantasy world of immortals and heroes!"

Zhu Jiechu was immediately excited; they had finally arrived in a "high-dimensional" world!

"Huh? Now that we've all received massive boosts, what about Chuck...?"

The group realized what was happening and then looked into the gray fog with ill intent.

"Zhang Zhiwei is doomed!"

..............

"This is the first time I've ever liked a monk so much."

Chuk left the incense room and took deep breaths of the air in the Shaolin Temple.

Yes, there's no mole.

After Gu Long Chu Ke killed Bai Xiaosheng, the traitors in Shaolin Temple panicked. With the help of the brilliant Li Xunhuan and the monk Xinmei, they easily subdued and killed all the traitors.

I should take 90% of the credit for this.

Li Xunhuan was finally exonerated. At this moment, he should be in the tavern opposite Xingyun Manor, drowning his sorrows with Lin Shiyin.

As Chuk left the house, the monks along the way avoided him as if he were a plague god.

"Are they all hoping I'll leave?" Chuck sighed inwardly.

The local monks still aren't enough.

The reason why Chuk didn't leave is quite simple.

That means studying in the library, or rather, in the scripture hall.

If you ask why Shaolin Temple agreed, the answer is Chuk's fist.

Moreover, Chuk didn't take the manual; he merely browsed through it.

This made the monks, whose faces were bruised and swollen, feel that they had regained some face.

At this moment, Chuk had already stored all the remaining martial arts techniques in the library into the gray mist.

Today is the day to descend the mountain.

Chuk was also very clear about his next goals.

Go to the Western Regions, then cross the border.

The Demonic Cult is right outside.

As everyone knows, things like holy maidens and divine skills usually originate from demonic cults.