This is not an MMO game copy

Until it escapes from the state of simulating the speed of flowing light.

Mana is exhausted.

I have no strength left in my body.

There was not even a chance to put away the sword.

The only thing he could do was to fall onto the water before this sword technique ended, and leave his life or death to fate.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain from the soul surged into his heart. Xia Yan's face suddenly turned ashen. He spat out blood again, his face showing pain, and he fell backwards, holding his chest.

As for the flying sword in his hand, he had spent a lot of effort on it ten days ago, using an unconventional shortcut to refine it into the [Flying Sword - Zhenhai]. The blade covered with countless golden cracks shattered into pieces with a crackling sound and disintegrated on the spot.

Then, the backlash from the shattering of the flying sword connected to his mind pierced Xia Yan's spirit, which was supported by drugs, and caused him to lose consciousness instantly.

The entire realm of sound fell into silence.

Under the dim sky, illuminated by the fading sun, Xia Yan lay motionless on the ground, and beside him...

...A golden dragon-shaped shadow was hanging in the air vividly.

At the same time, on the water surface not far from him, an irregular crystal with prismatic light slowly floated up.

(PS: This is the third update on the first day of the new year. Including the first two chapters with 4k+ words, I have already updated 10,000 words. There will be another chapter to conclude this volume~)

First instance: 22. Return (4k+/four updates completed)

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Xia Yan slowly opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the dark sky above his head.

Mental fatigue and weakness made it difficult for him to concentrate his scattered consciousness, while the pain and weakness in his body made it almost impossible for him to feel the existence of his hands and feet. Not to mention getting up, even moving his fingers slightly was now extremely difficult.

After lying on the water for a while.

"Well……"

Amidst the pain and weakness, Xia Yan gradually regained consciousness as his scattered consciousness gradually refocused. He began to consciously circulate the Tai Chi energy in his body to restore his condition as much as possible.

a long time.

"call."

After recovering a little bit of his magic power and circulating Tai Chi Qi, he used his internal energy to heal his body. Finally, he got rid of the dilemma of not being able to move even his fingers. He propped up his upper body tremblingly, sat slumped in place, and looked up at his surroundings.

Then, the lifelike golden dragon-shaped shadow hanging in the air next to him came into his sight.

And after seeing this golden dragon-shaped phantom.

Xia Yan's eyes were blank for a moment.

In fact, ever since he woke up and found that he was not dead, he vaguely realized the outcome of the battle just now.

But when he actually witnessed the remnant of the horn, Xia Yan still felt a sense of unreality, as if the previous fierce battle was just an absurd dream.

After all, he was thrown into this 'copy' world for more than half a month by the system's out-of-control copy function, and he was actually about to collapse.

If possible, Xia Yan also thought about staying in this world until he could fully master the cultivation skills instilled by the system, transform the MMO game skills into immortal cultivation techniques, comprehend and practice all the sword techniques and spells thoroughly, and then conscientiously refine a genuine immortal sword with the most orthodox steps.

But he didn't have the time.

In order to avoid revealing his origins in the Heart Gathering Area, he has not slept for more than half a month so far, and has been relying on Tai Chi Qigong, meditation and breathing exercises to keep going. This has inevitably pushed his mental state to a very extreme critical point.

Xia Yan had no doubt that the longer he delayed, the more likely he would collapse.

After all, he is not a serious cultivator, but a person who was enlightened to the unconventional ways by his own golden finger system after traveling through time.

Even though the system converted the Qingyun Sect character in the MMO game he played before crossing over into the Shangqing Realm of Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao based on the standards set in the original novel, it could not give him the state of mind or mentality that a cultivator who cultivated to the Shangqing Realm on his own should have.

Therefore, Xia Yan could not wait any longer. He had to make all possible preparations before he completely collapsed, and then seize the opportunity to reach the top of Panlong Cliff and enter this realm of sound to give it a try.

And now looking at the golden dragon-shaped shadow in front of him.

Xia Yan knew that he had won.

"Haha, haha, hahahahahahaha... cough cough cough."

He pulled the corners of his mouth and let out a weak laugh, but before he could laugh for long, he immediately got a stitch in the side. However, he still forced his weak body to get up and turned his gaze to the irregular crystal that was flashing with prismatic light and floating on the water not far away.

Soon, he recognized what it was - in Mingchao's game, whether it was the weekly dungeon where players could only claim dungeon rewards three times a week, or the material dungeon where they could collect various development materials, or the wild bosses that refreshed in fixed areas of the big world, after defeating the monster, such a glowing thing would appear, prompting players to go over and spend "physical strength" to claim the reward.

In the weekly and material books, once you have collected the rewards, a prompt frame will pop up asking whether to challenge again or exit. There will be a countdown next to the exit option. If the player does not make a decision before the end, it will be assumed to be an exit.

"..."

After recalling the above-mentioned memories, Xia Yan opened his mouth silently and stared at the irregular crystal that was flashing with prismatic light.

He could finally finish this 'dungeon' that had lasted for over half a month?!

Thinking of this, Xia Yan felt a strong power suddenly emerging from his weak body.

Without thinking too much, he staggered a few steps and came to the side of the golden dragon-shaped shadow. Without even looking at it, he reached out and grabbed it with the help of the magic weapon page of the system and refined it in an instant.

[‘Horn’ sound]

Then, he took a step forward and ran towards the irregular crystal that was flashing with prismatic light with all his might.

After panting for a moment, Xia Yan stopped, stretched out his hands tremblingly, and touched the irregular crystal that was flashing with prismatic light.

next moment.

The irregular crystals shattered.

Several streaks of light of pale gold flew out from inside.

But as soon as it touched Xia Yan's hand, it disappeared without a trace.

Then, he found that several prompts of absorbing remnants and obtaining sound fragments appeared in front of him.

【The sound of mourning and the sound of prey】

【The sound of fallacy that has no return】

[Rock Guard Sound]

【Ah, the sound of the skeleton】

【The Sound of Wandering Butterflies】

……

?

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment.

In his impression, the rewards that this second-level player can get in the weekly game should be the world experience, character favorability, skill upgrade materials dropped by the weekly boss, materials for crafting 4-star weapons, materials for upgrading weapon levels, materials for upgrading sound corpses, and game currency.

Now what's going on?

Before Xia Yan could react.

The last prompt pop-up came into his sight.

[Challenge successful]

[Exit the instance (automatically exit after 300 seconds)]

Xia Yan's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the pop-up window in his sight. The countdown started from 300 and kept decreasing. He muttered subconsciously.

"……it's over."

Then, he stayed there motionless, waiting for the countdown to end.

In the agonizing wait.

The moment the countdown changes from 1 to 0.

Xia Yan's eyes went dark.

More than half a month later, a bad experience that he had experienced once before came back to him.

He felt as if he were being pulled by some invisible force and fell into a drum washing machine, shaking, tumbling, and swinging in the high-speed rotation...

When he finally couldn't bear the dizziness and retched, Xia Yan suddenly found himself lying on a street with trees on both sides, and the light from the street lamps nearby was illuminating the darkness under the night sky.

In just a moment, Xia Yan's vision was blurred by the tears that flowed out, and he couldn't help but let out a choked sob.

"I'm back, I'm back, I'm back..."

After hurriedly getting up again, Xia Yan looked at the streets of the campus after dark, which were no different from the ones before he was thrown into the "copy". He tremblingly took out a mobile phone with a broken screen from the most hidden and stable pocket on his body, pressed the power button, and turned on the phone again, which had been turned off for more than half a month to save power.

Then, he walked instinctively towards the boys' dormitory area, waiting for the incoming call and text message notifications that would appear when his phone reconnected to the signal after being missing for more than half a month.

only……

"Ok?"

Even before Xia Yan appeared before his eyes at the gate of the boys' dormitory, he didn't see the numerous incoming call and text message notifications that should have appeared on the broken screen of his phone.

He raised his head stiffly, looking at the few students on campus and the gate of the boys' dormitory area coming in and out. Xia Yan seemed to have thought of something. He opened the data link on his phone, opened the browser, went to Baidu, and typed in the word "time".

Then, the browser jumped to the page, and the first display was from Baidu. After the data was connected to the Internet, it was the current UTC+8 time.

"..."

Xia Yan's eyes widened.

Then he walked into the men's dormitory area, staggered all the way back to the dormitory, pushed open the door which was not locked at all, and walked to the old laptop computer he brought to school during college.

Turn on.

Wait until you see the date in the lower right corner of your computer desktop.

Xia Yan slumped in the chair in front of the computer.

I finally realized that I was not delusional.

Time, little has changed.

In other words, excluding the time from when he walked back to the boys' dormitory to when he opened his laptop and saw the date displayed in the lower right corner of the desktop, after spending more than half a month in Chengxiao Mountain, he returned to the night when he entered the 'copy' world.

He no longer remembered the exact time when he was thrown into the 'copy' world.

But it is obviously not far from the present time.

This huge sense of time difference also caused Xia Yan to fall into cognitive confusion.

"Am I dreaming?"

"No, that's not right... This should be..."

It took a long time for Xia Yan to regain his composure, but at this moment, a wave of immense weakness and fatigue swept over his heart.

"……me……"

He finally came to his senses and realized that he was an injured patient. He had been holding on by a thread since he came back. Now he found that he had not been "missing" for half a month and had not caused any disturbance. The thread he had been holding on by began to dissipate as he relaxed.

Xia Yan panted tiredly for a few times.

Finally, after being discouraged, he could no longer bear the weakness of his body, and could no longer ignore the pain caused by his injuries, and his vision gradually blurred.

Using the last bit of his strength, he pressed the keys on his laptop, barely got up from his chair, and walked to his bed.

Xia Yan finally reached his limit.

He fell onto the bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he lost consciousness.

……

……

Two days later.

"Brother, you are too weak."

Classmates in the same dormitory

One of his 'adopted brother' and 'adopted son' came to the bedside with the books he would use for class, looked at Xia Yan, who was lying on the bed with a weak face, and made a joke.

"You didn't really go out and get some service after we left, did you? You should take care of yourself!"

"……roll."