The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

That definitely crossed the line.

"That's just the way it is."

"However, I also know that President Wu will not accept this."

"That's why I propose it."

Chen sighed, his blood-red pupils revealing no emotion.

"Given that a battle of cause and effect is imminent, if Chairman Wu truly requires an explanation from me..."

He paused, his eyes narrowing.

"Now that the battle of cause and effect is over, shall we have a spar?"

The atmosphere at the round table suddenly froze.

Before the words were finished, a hurried voice cut in from the void.

"My lords, we have received an emergency!"

Wu Yuanzhen flew into a rage and slammed his hand on the table:

"What kind of emergency is this?!"

"President Wu, please calm down! Something really has happened!"

The voice carried a clear sense of panic.

Hai Zhengfeng's expression changed, and his heterochromatic eyes suddenly contracted:

"what's the situation?"

"An unprecedented surge of vital blood from all industries is pouring into the skies above Xi'an!"

"A possible Myriad Corpse Immortal has descended!"

Everyone's expression changed.

The Gate of Nine Realms.

Chamber of Secrets.

Pan Nanjun sat cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed behind his bronze mask, his hands resting on his knees.

The information from the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries pierced his sea of ​​consciousness like a red-hot iron needle.

[A new... door...]

【turn up.......】

Pan Nanjun suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with disbelief.

Have you chosen a new door latch?

Each door latch was personally selected by the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries, an existence capable of leaving its mark in the long river of time.

To put it simply, the door bolt of the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries is the boss's lackey.

They lived through six lifetimes and five incarnations, all within it.

Except for Zhuo Zhao, who's always slacking off.

Which of them didn't dedicate themselves to the continuation of the supernatural world?

I originally thought he was working illegally for Wanye until he died.

I never expected this.

The company actually has new employees?

Pan Nanjun looked pleasantly surprised.

"It seems like it's still in my era?!"

Moreover, this new latch felt different to him than any of the previous ones.

It was as if the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries had drawn a door latch directly from a blank canvas.

Pan Nanjun took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

2020 AD.

Huang, Baili Yuan, and Zhuo Zhao were all stunned for a moment.

The causal thread connecting them, belonging to the Myriad Corpse Immortals, suddenly gained an additional branch.

It's like a new branch sprouting from a main vine, extending in another direction of time.

"Wow."

Baili Yuan crossed his arms. "Another new colleague?"

Zhuo Zhao's eyes lit up: "What a coincidence!"

"I just happened to pull him over."

Huang remained silent.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Chapter 71 I said I am the chief executive of Wanye, Neil Dorron?

Xi'an, 1906 AD.

The scene of Wanye's true blood flowing backwards resembled a blood-red waterfall cascading down from the sky, thick, scalding hot, and carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

It pierced straight through the chest of the historical projection in front of Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan felt his heart pounding wildly, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged up from the base of his spine, rushing straight to the top of his head.

He wasn't afraid that the projection was a remnant of his history; even if something went wrong, it would just be a matter of losing a skill.

What he feared was that the beam of light would continue to expand, engulfing the entire city of Xi'an and allowing everyone to witness this scene.

Then we really should start the Wanye campaign ahead of schedule!

Huang Liang racked his brains but couldn't match his quick thinking and said yes.

With a thought, he tried to deactivate the projection.

The projection indeed vanished in the next instant.

As if someone had pressed the delete key, the bluish-gray body that was transforming into a physical form, along with the blood-red pillar of light on its chest, vanished into thin air.

The crimson river lost its target, churned a few times in mid-air, and then dissipated.

The Eastern Conference Venue.

In the void, the primordial spirits of more than ten powerful beings were stunned for a moment.

They had just joined forces to calculate the source of that Myriad Realms True Blood, and their fingers had only pinched halfway when the source disappeared.

"What's going on?!"

Yan You's voice rose several octaves, "The Myriad Destinies descended halfway and then went back?"

Lady Xun Gu frowned, her fingers making several more calculations in the air, but the result was always the same: the causal thread was broken, as if no one had ever touched it.

She looked up, her tone carrying an inexplicable confusion:

"The timing of the battle between cause and effect has not changed."

"Nothing has descended, and true blood has not truly landed."

Everyone looked at each other.

After pondering for a moment, Wumingzi suggested, "Let's join forces and thoroughly search the entire city of Xi'an, just in case."

Hai Zhengfeng, Li Changqing, and Wu Yuanzhen nodded.

Four streams of magical power emerged from the void, like four invisible eyes, sweeping from the east to the west of the city, from the south to the north, leaving no alley, no house, and no person unchecked.

A moment later, all four of them stopped.

"There's really nothing unusual."

Hai Zhengfeng shook his head. "The aura of the Myriad Realms Blood has completely dissipated."

Although everyone was still confused, they had no better solution and could only disperse.

They returned to their seats and resumed the interrupted meeting.

Today's door, guest room.

Xia Chuan stood in the courtyard and let out a long sigh of relief.

The black mist in his right hand slowly receded into his palm, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Thankfully, things didn't get out of control.

But the next moment, a system message appeared on his retina.

[Due to special intervention]

Skills are changing.

[Unknown skill, please name it]

Xia Chuan frowned: "The skill has changed?"

A bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Xia Chuan quickly opened the system panel, his gaze falling on the black skill option.

The Dharma of Other-Transformation has changed its appearance; its name has become three question marks, and its description is completely different.

【? ? ? (Unnamed Skill)】(Black Active):

I summon you as a historical projection of the Dharma Corpse.

The Corpse inherits 100% of your attributes and some skills, and also gains an additional [Talent Divine Ability].

Xia Chuan gasped and stared at the line of text three times.

Good news: The projection did not malfunction.