The sky was gloomy and the energy in the air was increasingly irritable.
A flash of lightning lit up the entire sky for several seconds.
In the residential district, a huge crack suddenly appeared in midair, as if it had been split open by the lightning.
Through the crack, one could vaguely see some ancient buildings deep inside.
The Ancient Domain!
It really exists!
The soup spoon in the old man's hand fell to the ground, and he was somewhat stunned.
Several extraordinary-looking youths looked at each other warily.
Then, one of them took a deep breath and rushed out first, his body surface shimmering with golden light as he entered the crack.
As if on cue, the others followed closely behind.
Let's go!
Seeing the youths leaving, the old man's expression changed. He gritted his teeth and said,
Inspector General is still...
The middle-aged woman hesitated.
The light in the old man's eyes flickered: It's too late, and since this is the first Ancient Domain to appear, there must be great opportunities inside. As long as we come out alive, who cares who the Inspector General is! We might even become Inspector Generals ourselves!
Hearing the old man's words, the other three also showed decisiveness on their faces.
The four of them rushed into the crack as well.
On the sixth floor of Happiness Residential District, the old woman who had been sitting in the rocking chair watching out the window stood up the moment the crack appeared. She shakily picked up the bowl from the dining table, with a delicate pair of scissors hanging from her waist, and her shadow disappeared eerily.
The instant the old woman disappeared, Mao Yong'an rushed out from the bedroom, anxiously looking for his cell phone.
Fortunately, the old woman had left his phone in a drawer in the coffee table instead of taking it away.
Mao Yong'an excitedly grabbed his phone, sent out a few text messages, opened the window, and flew into the crack under the pull of several origami cranes.
Seeing the empty noodle stall, Luo Ping was a little stunned.
It seemed that something incredible had happened in just a few minutes.
As more and more figures entered the crack, his mind became more active, and he finally got up and walked towards the crack.
The roc spreads its wings, riding the wind for ninety thousand li.
In this generation, I, Li Hongtian, will make a name that will last for thousands of years.
A confident voice rang out, and a young man in a fine suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking very refined, walked over from afar.
With every step he took, the youth seemed to teleport forward more than ten meters.
In just three steps he arrived at the edge of the crack.
Feeling the overbearing aura from the youth, Luo Ping was very cautious.
Blocking my way.
Li Hongtian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and with his voice, Luo Ping's body involuntarily took two steps back without his control.
Only then was he satisfied as he stepped into the crack.
Until Li Hongtian disappeared, Luo Ping's face still held a look of fear.
It was as if that young man could easily kill him anytime he wanted.
Standing in front of the crack, Luo Ping's face was full of struggle and hesitation, before finally gritting his teeth and squeezing in.
A headless corpse, a shadow, including a woman in a ghost mask and cheongsam.
One by one, figures of unknown origin entered the crack.
It was as if the crack held some kind of allure.
Upstairs, Wang Ye, who had been expressionlessly observing everything, slowly put on a human skin mask.
Then his figure became thinner, and he looked somewhat frail, his face changed as well.
In an instant, the person standing there was no longer Wang Ye, but the Wailing Ghost from Junkyard City.
Yes, Wang Ye was now mimicking the aura of the Wailing Ghost.
Wisps of ghostly energy emanated from Wang Ye's body.
Looking at the mourning hat in his hand, Wang Ye slowly put it on his own head.
Given his current situation, every bit of extra strength could give him a slightly better chance of survival. Since he was already gambling with his life, Wang Ye didn't mind gambling it a couple more times.
One stream after another of icy energy ceaselessly flowed into Wang Ye's body from the mourning hat.
For some inexplicable reason, a feeling of grief emerged in Wang Ye's heart, making him want to cry.
And faintly, he felt that there was some kind of energy in the mourning hat that could spread with his cries.
So this was the source of the Wailing Ghost's abilities?
He just didn't know what the side effects would be.
Wearing the mourning hat, Wang Ye now resembled the Wailing Ghost even more.
After putting on an oversized black coat and wrapping a scarf around him, putting a bowler hat on Xiao Si's head, Xiao Si had also changed a lot, giving off an eerie air, like some old-time gang leader.
Finally, after making sure no one was around, Wang Ye forcibly smashed the glass and jumped out the window.
With Wang Ye's current abilities, the six-story drop was no difficulty at all.
As for why he didn't take the stairs...
He didn't dare let the crack disappear from his sight even for a second...
Alright, Wang Ye was also human, with normal human emotions.
For this excursion, Wang Ye was also under tremendous pressure. Looking cool before possible death didn't seem too bad.
Not long after Wang Ye left, a figure appeared in the room next door and entered Wang Ye's room.
Seeing the broken glass on the floor, grief was written all over the figure's face. He picked up a broom and carefully swept up the pieces, making sure to clear away any remaining glass fragments from the window before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
After silently tidying everything up, the figure went to the mirror and looked at himself seriously.
What was reflected in the mirror was Wang Ye's face.
The figure rubbed his face and tried to make the cold expression Wang Ye usually had, finally nodding satisfactorily. Then he went into Wang Ye's bedroom and changed into clothes Wang Ye often wore.
Finally, at the same position by the window, he jumped down as well, walking somewhat stiffly as he entered the crack.
The Buddhists, Qingfeng Stockade, Luo Ping, they were all chasing after Wang Ye.
Even Wang Ye himself didn't dare go in wearing his own face, who knew how much guts this guy had.
Or perhaps...
He was fearless because he was relying on something?
Outside Beijing City, several powerful auras permeated, aimed right at Beijing!
Get lost!
A hoarse yet powerful voice suddenly exploded in the sky, carrying echoes.
There was a muffled groan in the void, as if someone was injured.
Beijing is under my Tian Group's jurisdiction.
Intruders die!
The voice contained tremendous power, and as it spoke, several powerful auras also appeared from Tian Group headquarters.
Soon, everything outside the city gates quieted down again, as if nothing had happened.
Only a drop of blood that faintly shimmered with golden light fell from the sky.
And the auras from within Tian Group once again concealed themselves without a trace.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
