Myth News Forecast

mountain city.

The rooftop of Jinhua Library.

Ji Weiyi stood in the empty hall, recalling the dilapidated mythical scene he had just witnessed.

The end of the Immortal's Dojo is a cluster of pavilions and towers, their black tiles stretching endlessly like a hillside.

As he climbed the countless steps, Ji Weiyi saw a broken plaque, a dead crane, a shattered alchemy furnace, and mottled, moss-covered floor tiles.

Blood-red stars shone overhead, and broken penholders and nibs littered the ground.

When he reached the depths of the palace, in the vast, empty space in front of the temple incense burner, he finally saw the so-called "immortal".

The immortal was seated on a dragon throne, holding a jade tablet, and wearing a bright red and gilded dragon robe.

With a face as fair as jade, broad and square, full and dignified, he naturally exudes a refined and scholarly air.

His appearance was exactly the same as that of Wenchang Dijun, the most popular deity in the mountain city.

According to Taoist records, the so-called "Emperor Wenchang" was reincarnated seventy-three times, mostly as a loyal minister, filial son, scholar, and virtuous minister.

According to Taoist records, he was reincarnated seventy-three times, mostly as a loyal minister, filial son, scholar, and virtuous minister.

Zhang Zhong of Zhou, Zhang Liang of Han, and Zhang Yazi of Jin were all his incarnations.

In each of his lifetimes, he performed good deeds, accumulated merit, and relieved suffering. The Jade Emperor appointed him to manage the registers of merit and fame throughout the land.

Two attendants stand on either side, holding registers and seals: the Deaf One is in charge of the register of official rank, and the Mute One is in charge of the official seal.

This is the legendary Emperor Wenchang.

According to folklore, the Wenchang Emperor was originally named Zhang Yazi. He was born in the eighth year of the Taikang era of the Western Jin Dynasty in Jinma Mountain, Yuexi, Liangshan. To avenge his mother, he moved his entire family to Qiqu Mountain in Zitong.

He was diligent in his studies, filial, and charitable from a young age, often practicing medicine to save lives and educating the villagers.

During the chaos of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Zhang Yazi rallied local militia to defend the territory against the enemy. He fought bravely and died for his country. The people built a shrine on Qiqu Mountain and revered him as the God of Zitong. He repeatedly appeared to protect scholars taking the imperial examinations and ordinary people.

In the third year of the Yanyou reign of Emperor Renzong of Yuan, the imperial court officially bestowed upon him the title of Emperor Wenchang.

As the head of the Mountain City Investigation Department, Ji Weiyi was very familiar with these myths and legends.

He never imagined that one day he would actually see this deity in person!

Ji Weiyi wanted to have a conversation with him, but unfortunately, Emperor Wenchang attacked without giving him any chance to speak.

The two fought fiercely, but in the end, Emperor Wenchang was no match for him and died at his hands.

When he watched as the ancient immortal's body shattered, dissipating like chaos into the world, he felt a sense of unreality.

So even immortals can die...?

Ji Weiyi felt both confused and bewildered. He watched as the entire immortal's dojo collapsed, disintegrated, and vanished before his eyes, finally turning into a small banner…

After reminiscing, he turned and walked out of the Jinhua Library, then took a car back to the investigation department.

Sitting in his office, after telling everyone else not to come in for the time being, Ji Weiyi took out a small banner from his pocket and examined it carefully.

"Could this be the magical artifact from mythology?"

The small banner is about the size of a palm, with a long, dark blue jade pole that feels warm and smooth to the touch, almost like a living thing; the banner surface is pure black, with emerald green tadpole-shaped patterns emerging on it.

Ji Weiyi tried to channel his power into the small banner, and immediately a colorful, flowing glow enveloped the banner.

Then, his eyes were lit up by the twinkling stars, each a different size and color, hanging on the black curtain, seemingly waiting for him to choose.

"This small banner is called 'Summoning Demons'." Ji Weiyi gradually realized.

"These starlight...represent all the mythical creatures that have appeared?"

"Do different colors represent different ranks?"

"Selecting the starlight will pull their projections into the banner?"

That being said, most stars are dim and difficult to discern, with only a very small number capable of causing disturbances.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly shifted his gaze to the largest star on the curtain: "This must be the three-legged corpse crow with the most unique origin. Its color is changing from white to orange, so it should be advancing to the second rank."

"Since that's the case..."

……

……

Du Wang was sitting in his spacious bedroom, holding two personal belongings in his hands.

The main relic was a piece of pitch-black wood, with the attribute of "Disaster Wood," which was left to him by Sorrowful Heart.

The secondary relic is a lock of hair, with the ominous attribute of water, dropped by the hanged ghost of the Youth Commune.

He had assumed that the so-called promotion would simply involve feeding the two relics to the three-legged corpse crow.

Unexpectedly, when he took out the two relics and placed them in front of the Corpse Crow, the Corpse Crow revealed an extremely lively look of disgust.

Then, the three-legged corpse crow opened and closed its beak, creating a suction force out of thin air, sucking out two different colored phantoms from the hair and wood, and swallowing them one by one.

Immediately afterwards, the three-legged corpse crow flew onto Du Wang, crashed into his body, and disappeared.

In an instant, a warm current spread from his head to his whole body, making Du Wang's body scorching hot.

At the same time, tinnitus sounds at different frequencies, making it impossible for him to tell whether he was being promoted or having an attack of his illness.

When the tinnitus reached its peak, Du Wang's eyes opened uncontrollably.

His four pupils were paired up, swirling back and forth in his eyes, creating an eerie sight.

At that moment, he seemed to see a huge, dark, dead star hanging in the sky.

It was so huge that it filled the entire field of vision, and even if you twisted your neck, you couldn't see the whole thing.

Yet it is so tiny, countless times smaller than the tip of a needle, that it cannot be seen even with all one's strength.

The combination of these two states made him feel nauseous and uncomfortable.

But his attention was completely drawn to the dead star, and he was involuntarily drawn to it until he caught a glimpse of "trash" floating in the boundless darkness around him.

Do not!

Du Wang's pupils suddenly dilated.

That's not trash!

Those were clearly strange corpses!

Before he could see it clearly, the dark Death Star suddenly unleashed a repulsive force, sending Du Wang flying back.

"brush."

He felt as if he had traveled through time and space, and when his consciousness returned to his body, he even had a sense of disorientation, as if he had been transported to another world.

The three-legged corpse crow flapped its wings and stood in front of him.

Its appearance hasn't changed much, except that the gold on its feathers has become more striking. Its size, however, seems to have increased, and the Eyebag Demon encircles its neck like an asteroid, as if it were wearing a pendant.

"Is the promotion over?"

Du Wang sensed an extraordinary power far stronger than that of the Twin Rank.

If the power of the Twin Rank is like water in a bathtub, then the power of the Spirit Master Rank is like a swimming pool.

He didn't know if everyone else was like this, or if he was the only one experiencing it.

Regardless, he is several times stronger than his past self in terms of the persistence and explosiveness of his abilities.

Besides the change in power volume, he could sense that his own abilities had also changed.

Just as Du Wang was about to fully experience it, his consciousness suddenly went dark, and a black curtain appeared before his eyes, in which a huge orange-yellow star shone as if breathing.

"thump."

The three-legged corpse crow seemed to sense a call and eagerly flew into the star, its consciousness being pulled away from its body and plunging into chaos.