An obscure aura enveloped the surroundings, and a thin voice could be heard.
Longzu and the others felt as if they were struck by lightning, as if they were facing an abyss, with sweat on their foreheads but unable to make any move.
Regardless of whether it is demonic power or real energy, under the suppression of this aura, it is as if sinking into the mire, unable to move even an inch.
Even gods like Lan Yu and Ancestor Tianhu have fear originating from the depths of their souls, and they never dare to act rashly.
The surrounding rubble and dust gradually rose.
An indescribable sense of oppression spread, like a peerless ferocious beast that had been dormant for many years awakening, and a large amount of rubble and gravel rose into the air.
Time and space seem to have reversed, creating a countercurrent.
Zuo Chongming and others saw before their eyes that the mottled gravels were combined with each other, the cracks were gradually repaired, and the palace was rising visibly to the naked eye.
I don't know how long it took, but a magnificent and huge fairy palace that exuded the ancient atmosphere and was filled with the accumulation of time appeared in front of them.
Although the glazed tiles are mottled, the jade brick walls are full of pits, and even half of the stone tablet erected in front of the Immortal Palace is missing.
But that indescribable sense of oppression was enough to make Long Zu and the others feel tight in their chests and short of breath, making them unable to breathe.
Suddenly…….
A stream of clear and turbid air, distinct black and white, gathered together.
After the breath dissipated, a tall man with a height of nine feet and a handsome appearance suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"There are clouds in ancient books."
Zuo Chongming narrowed his eyes: "He has a clean and handsome appearance, with lobed ears and bright eyes. He wears a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light-yellow collar."
"Golden boots lined with dragon stockings, jade belt with eight-treasure flower makeup. A slingshot and crescent moon on the waist, a three-pointed two-edged gun in hand, accompanied by an eagle, dog, and dragon."
This is what he read from ancient books, and there is a description about Erlang Shen.
At that time, Zuo Chongming thought it was an exaggeration, but today when he saw the real person, he realized that not only was there no exaggeration in the book, but it was far from enough.
Long Zu secretly sent a message: "He has demonic energy in him. Even if he retains his sanity, he won't be able to let us go just because of your compliments."
Zuo Chongming rolled his eyes and explained via voice transmission: "Of course I understand what you said, but it was just something I felt."
"But I somewhat disagree with the last part of your sentence. This Erlang Shen really doesn't necessarily want to kill us."
Long Zu was helpless: "If he didn't want to kill us, why did he suppress us so hard that we couldn't move?"
Zuo Chongming said: "If he wants to kill us, how about using such fancy means?"
"you……"
Yang Jian looked at Zuo Chongming for a long time, the expression on his face gradually became complicated, and he opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse voice: "...it's finally here."
what's going on?
What does it mean?
What's going on?
Zuo Chongming quickly changed his mentality, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a bit of confusion in his tone: "Do we know each other?"
"come in."
Yang Jian looked at him deeply, turned around and walked towards the Immortal Palace.
"???"
Long Zu couldn't help but frown, looking at Erlang Shen's back suspiciously, and secretly said: "Tell me the truth, what is going on?"
"That's what I want to know too."
Zuo Chongming followed up with his hands behind his back and replied calmly: "I'm pretty sure I've never met him. I'm not even forty years old, how could I possibly have anything to do with him?"
Long Zu became more and more confused and said in confusion: "If it is true as you said, then how could he say such things? Could it be that he is crazy?"
"Crazy?"
Zuo Chongming frowned and replied: "On the contrary, I even think that he is the most sane existence in heaven today."
Cross the long stairs and step into the magnificent fairy palace.
There were no fairies to serve, nor were there any fine wines or fruits. The interior of the fairy palace seemed particularly empty and deserted.
Everything Zuo Chongming and the others saw, whether it was tables, chairs or walls, were full of cracks, as if they had been forcibly held together with glue.
"We don't have much time."
Yang Jian's voice interrupted the exchange between the two. He pointed to the stone table and chair under his seat: "I know you have a lot of doubts. Sit down and talk."
Zuo Chongming was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "If I guess correctly, the reason why you have been able to preserve your sanity to this day must be related to the ancient nine-character mantra?"
"Eh?"
Ancestor Long's face changed slightly, Lan Yu's eyes were blank, and Ancestor Tianhu was inexplicably surprised.
They never expected that Zuo Chongming's first sentence was not to ask Yang Jian the meaning of his previous sentence, but...
But then again, what's going on with Zuo Zhongming's brain circuit? Why is this so related to the ancient nine-character mantra?
However, what was even more surprising to them was that Yang Jian didn't show the slightest surprise, as if he had known he would ask this question.
"That's right."
Yang Jian nodded slightly.
"You don't exist in my memory."
Zuo Chongming said in a deep voice: "But what you just said and the manner in which you spoke tell me that you must know and be familiar with me..."
"There are two possibilities, either my memory has been manipulated, or you have some way to peek into the future. I'm leaning toward both."
Yang Jian frowned, his eyebrows opened and closed: "I thought you would be inclined to the former or the latter, why do you think it is both?"
Zuo Chongming said calmly: "Because my memory has been manipulated, and the probability of the latter is not small, so it is both."
The memories in his head about opening a game studio before his rebirth, as well as the memories of the Federation... have all been manipulated.
Just like he once said.
For example, the real history is "Three Kingdoms", but Zuo Chongming's memory is the adapted "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
The information itself is true, but it was deliberately disrupted by a certain entity and then polished into a plausible story.
It’s not just Zuo Chongming, it’s the same for players.
The difference between the two is that Zuo Chongming also has a memory about the future development of "Homeward Bound".
Based on the clues currently available, he understood the memory of this game as 'one of the countless possibilities in the future, one with a higher probability'.
In other words, it did not happen itself, but based on the current situation, there is a high probability that it will develop like this.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As we all know, the closer you are to yourself, the higher the probability of correct prediction, and vice versa.
There is a high probability that you can predict what you will eat tomorrow, but if you want to predict what you will eat thirty years from now, the probability is very small.
anyway.
Zuo Chongming felt that the guy who caused all this had already determined that he was not a lawful master.
This creates an unsolvable cycle.
Right now:
If Zuo Chongming makes profit by using the foresight of his reborn memory, it will inevitably have an impact on the 'original plot'.
The stronger his sense of existence, the greater the impact on the 'original plot', until the original plot becomes completely different because of him.
At that time, Zuo Chongming will think that his actions have changed the original plot of the game.
He doesn't realize that this reborn memory of the game is false.
"you……"
Long Zu opened his mouth, but his lips squirmed as if they were blocked by cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.
He really couldn't imagine how Zuo Chongming could say these words so calmly...
My memory has been tampered with!
This, this is crazy...
Anyone else would probably collapse, right?
Why was Zuo Chongming so calm, even calm?
Lan Yu was stunned for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid?"
"Are you afraid it will be useful?"
Zuo Zhongming raised his head calmly and glanced at her: "Although I don't know who it is and what his purpose is."
"But one thing is certain, that is, he has painstakingly weaved such a huge web, and it must have a purpose, and I am his pawn to achieve his purpose."
Long Zu suppressed the dryness of his throat and made a hoarse voice: "How can a chess piece resist a chess player?"
Zuo Chongming was silent for a few moments and said softly: "I don't know, but I think... I should at least give it a try."
"..."
Everyone couldn't help but fell into silence.
"...So that's what it is."
Yang Jian nodded thoughtfully, and when he looked at Zuo Chongming again, admiration appeared in his eyes.
It is easy to say the four words "face up to difficulties", but in practice...
Anyone can swing a sword at the weak, but it is not something ordinary people can do if they have the courage to swing a sword at the strong and challenge them.
Boom!!
Phew~~!
A harsh eagle whistle came from above, accompanied by the trembling of the fairy palace and the rustling of rubble peeling off.
"Soap Eagle?"
Zuo Chongming raised his head and glanced at the falling dust, a look of thought flashing across his eyes.
According to legend, Erlang God has four subordinate gods under his command, which can be understood as four pets.
In addition to the roaring dog known to many people, there are also three-headed dragons, dragon horses, and soap eagles.
The three-headed dragon died in the battle while following him, and attached itself to Yang Jian's weapon, the three-pointed two-edged spear.
The Jilongma is a monster beast with dragon veins. It has fought with Erlang Shen for many years and has made outstanding achievements.
The Zaoying is a strange beast, with the blood of a roc in its body, but it is petite and has pink wings and a silver beak.
"We don't have much time."
Yang Jian sighed and said: "I rebuilt the Immortal Palace to hide it from their eyes and ears, so I delayed it for a while, but it seems..."
Zuo Chongming interrupted him: "Last question, you have actually known for a long time that Buddhism does not practice the immortal way but the divine way, right?"
Yang Jian's eyes showed surprise, he nodded slightly and said: "I thought you would ask about the spirit of the fairy..."
Zuo Chongming interrupted him and said casually: "This question already contains the questions you mentioned. I have nothing more to ask."
"you sure?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised by his confidence, but felt that it was natural.
Because the Zuo Chongming he saw by chance was so confident, calm and confident...
Zuo Chongming smiled at him and said meaningfully: "What I want to know can only be found by myself. You can't give me the answer."
"That's it."
Yang Jian seemed to understand something and showed a relieved smile: "In that case, you should be mentally prepared for what will happen next."
Zuo Chongming stared into his eyes: "The ancient mantra protects your sanity, but it also causes your body to be completely eroded by demonic energy."
"After you noticed me, you used the remaining fairy energy to temporarily suppress the demonic energy, and then you were able to control your body for a short period of time."
"If you dig out your third eye, which is one of the ancient nine-character mantras, your consciousness will be annihilated in an instant and you will be completely possessed."