Chapter 85 The Land of the Chosen Ones, The Scene of Recognizing a Father

“Damn it! Is there really a god?!”

As this thought exploded in your mind, your body completely lost control.

You watched yourself like a marionette pulled by invisible strings.

Your legs alternated wildly at a frequency beyond their limit.

With a gust of wind, you sprinted towards the most terrifying central purple light pillar!

The wind in your ears turned into a sharp whistle, and the surrounding scenery blurred into lines.

Facing such absolute power, which even surpassed the Soaring Realm and even the Mountain-Sea Realm.

You didn't cry and wail like a woman, nor did you feel any heartbreaking despair.

On the contrary, you even felt like laughing a little internally.

“Well, this high-stakes game seems to be over.”

You straightforwardly gave up struggling.

Although your body was out of control, your mind was clearer than ever before.

In a trance, a “life review” seemed to appear before your eyes.

Yes, at this moment, you were already thinking about the plan for the next simulator run.

“Sigh, I failed this time. I didn’t expect a place I had already verified to still have problems.”

“It seems that in the future, when encountering things like dimensional ripple, I must deal with them carefully.”

“The first mystic ice twin lotus I encountered was backed by the evil god of the Heart-Eroding Cult.”

“The second Inverted Mountain I encountered was backed by another unknown god.”

“So, there are no legitimate dimensional ripple in this world, right? Are they all used by gods for fishing?”

“Myriad Ages Pure Eye Burning Body God was for Blood Shadow Life Replacement, so what does this god want? To recruit laborers?”

You quickly replayed the events in your mind.

“The last simulator run, I was able to escape, probably because I didn't have anything in my body that piqued his curiosity.”

“In this simulator run, the Origin in my body was cleansed by the simulator, cutting off Karma.”

“So Grandmaster Zhao Zongtian couldn't find the threads of Karma.”

“But this time is different. The way to acquire the truly high-grade dimensional secret treasure, heavenly river water lotus, should be limited.”

“This ‘God’ should be very familiar with the heavenly river water lotus.”

“After all, I originally took it from Him, and now I've been caught red-handed.”

“Hmm... I need to be careful next time. As long as I'm not caught face-to-face.”

“With the simulator's Karma cleansing function, I am safe.”

“Next simulator run, this Sunset Canyon will be designated as a restricted area.”

Having thought this through, you closed your eyes with peace of mind.

Since it was already deemed a “corrupted save due to force majeure,” there was no need to waste emotions.

You even started to look forward to seeing what this god who captured you looked like.

Three heads and six arms? Or indescribable?

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters...

The towering purple light pillar was already within reach.

As you rapidly approached, you opened your eyes and glanced around.

Good heavens, this is what they call “everyone going mad, a collective annihilation.”

The Martial Artists who were fighting in various parts of the canyon were all like they were possessed.

Converging on the light pillar from all directions.

Their faces did not show the fanaticism one would have when facing an Opportunity.

A brawny man in the Eighth Stage of Qi and Blood was weeping bitterly, trying to cut off his own leg with a knife to stop his charge.

But it was useless.

A Black-Robed Figure with an eerie movement technique was screaming frantically, their eyes filled with extreme terror of the unknown.

...

Everyone was involuntarily and uncontrollably moving.

“Tsk, poor psychological fortitude.”

You commented in your mind.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“No matter what the situation, as long as I don't die on the spot, just go for it!”

“Whoosh!”

Your body, like a cannonball, slammed into the dense purple light.

It was like passing through a layer of viscous soap bubbles.

There was no shattering of bones as imagined, nor the searing pain of a Soul being torn apart.

As a dizzying sense of spatial weightlessness came over you, your figure instantly vanished from Sunset Canyon.

...

After an unknown period of time.

When you regained consciousness, you found that you weren't dead, nor had you been dissected.

You regained control of your body.

“Hmm?”

The sensation under your feet felt a bit off.

Soft, and a little... elastic?

You lowered your head.

You saw one of your feet firmly planted on the back of an unlucky fellow lying prone on the ground.

That unlucky fellow's face was buried in the dirt, motionless, his life or death unknown.

“Oh, a human cushion.”

You moved your foot away without any guilt, and then, without rushing to move, you just.

Sat down on that person's back.

Of course, as a civilized person.

You avoided the shoe print you had just made and found a clean spot to sit.

You propped your elbows on your knees, your palm supporting your chin, and began to survey your surroundings.

Your pupils contracted slightly.

“This is...”

This was no longer the dark, damp, and poisonous Sunset Canyon.

As far as the eye could see, it was a peculiar space, like a blessed land of immortals.

Around you, pavilions stood like a palace, with upturned eaves and glazed tiles shimmering under soft light.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance and auspicious Qi.

Clear water flowed gurglingly in channels paved with white jade, producing a pleasant tinkling sound.

And directly in front of you, about several thousand meters away.

A majestic, sky-piercing mountain rose from the ground!

It was like a sharp cone, its top unseen, piercing straight into the sky, its base connected to the earth.

The mountain's surface was not like rock, but some crystalline material, shimmering with profound blue water patterns.

Like flowing veins, it exuded a suffocating pressure.

On the outer perimeter of the mountain, a winding white jade staircase spiraled upwards, straight into the clouds, like a path to heaven.

“What a grand undertaking...”

You were about to circulate your Origin Qi to sense the mountain, but your expression suddenly changed.

“Origin Qi... disappeared?!”

You were horrified to discover that this seemingly spiritual and picturesque place, like a fairyland.

Was actually an absolute “Origin-Forbidden Land”!

There wasn't a trace of free-floating Origin Qi in the air! It was like a giant vacuum chamber!

Although the yuan seed in your body was still pulsating, it was like a fish out of water, only able to consume, not replenish.

“Cutting off Origin Qi?...”

Your brows furrowed tightly as you pondered a countermeasure.

Just then.

“Ow...”

A painful groan came from beneath your butt.

The unlucky fellow you were using as a stool finally woke up.

He groggily tried to prop himself up, but felt as if a great mountain was pressing on his back, incredibly heavy.

“Damn it... who is it?!”

The unlucky fellow shook his head, recovered, and immediately became furious.

“Don't you watch where you're going?! Your butt is on my grandpa's back!”

“Which blind dog thing!”

“Quickly move your butt! Otherwise, just wait and see how your grandpa deals with you!”

He cursed and grumbled, while strenuously twisting his head around.

He wanted to use what he thought was a fierce gaze to intimidate the scoundrel who dared to use him as a cushion.

You lowered your head and coldly glanced at him.

Their eyes met.

The air suddenly fell silent for a second.

A playful smile curved your lips.

“Oh, isn't this an old acquaintance?”

Although that face was covered in dust.

But that appearance, with high cheekbones and sinister eyes.

You recognized him at a glance.

It was precisely that tall, thin Martial Artist in the Qi and Blood Seventh Stage who tried to snatch the heavenly river water lotus from you in Cobble Beach during the last simulator run!

And was kicked away by you!

“So long no see, still so useless.”

“Last time I kicked you away, this time I'm sitting on you. It seems we have quite a fate.”

The tall, thin Martial Artist naturally didn't recognize you. When he saw that you not only didn't get off.

But also looked at him with that playful gaze, as if looking at trash, he immediately became enraged.

“What are you looking at! Are you looking for death?! Believe it or not, I'll...”

He was about to circulate his Qi and Blood to violently attack.

But he was horrified to find that the Qi and Blood in his body had become somewhat sluggish due to the shock of the recent teleportation.

He couldn't muster any strength.

Before he could react.

A slender hand, like an iron clamp, had firmly gripped the back of his neck.

“Noisy.”

You snorted coldly.

Although Origin Qi couldn't be replenished here, dealing with this kind of fellow didn't require wasting your precious Origin Qi reserves at all.

A faint blue light emanated from your fingertips, which was the inherent Origin power of the Profound Water Spirit Body.

It could be activated without external Origin Qi.

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Your fingers tapped repeatedly, accurately landing on several key Acupoints of his spinal Dragon.

Blocking the meridians and sealing the Qi!

“Ah—!!!”

The tall, thin Martial Artist let out a pig-like scream.

He only felt several icy currents penetrate his body, instantly locking down his Qi and Blood circulation pathways.

Even the sensation in his limbs was cut off.

He instantly collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, unable to move anymore.

Only then did he finally realize that the young man sitting on his back.

Was not some lamb to be slaughtered, but a man-eating Vicious Beast!

“Brother... no, Father! Father!”

This person's speed of changing his expression was absolutely superb, truly a inheritor of Sichuan opera.

Just now he was fierce and wanted to kill his whole family, but now he instantly became tearful and shameless.

“Father! I was wrong! I was blind! You are my biological father!”

“You can sit as long as you want! This back was grown for you!”

“As long as you're happy, you can even skin me and use it as a cushion! Don't kill me, please don't kill me!”

Seeing his fawning appearance, you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Heh, now you know to acknowledge me as your father?”

You stood up, bent down, and lifted him by the back of his collar with one hand, like carrying a little chick.

“Since you're so filial, and you've called me father, then as your father, I can't treat you unfairly.”

You pointed at the towering mountain ahead, full of unknowns.

Then you pointed at the seemingly calm but potentially deadly white jade staircase, your tone chilling.

“Just right, the road ahead is not easy, and my old legs are inconvenient.”

“Since you've acknowledged me as your father, it's only right that I let you be the vanguard to scout the path and fulfill your filial piety, isn't it?”

“Ah?!”

The tall, thin Martial Artist followed your finger, his face instantly turning deathly pale, scared out of his wits, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Being a pathfinder in this ghostly place? Isn't that just seeking death?!

“Father... no... please... I'll die...”

You ignored his wails and, holding him, started to walk towards that tall mountain.

However.

Just then.

“Buzz—!!!”

A sudden change occurred.

The originally clear sky suddenly glowed with large patches of blue light, and the ground beneath began to tremble violently.

The shimmering water pattern runes on that tall mountain seemed to come alive, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Immediately after.

A grand, ancient voice, imbued with supreme majesty, simultaneously exploded in the minds of everyone present.

“Since you are all awake...”

You sharply looked up at the sky.

This voice... it was too familiar!

This was the voice of the “God” who had forcibly dragged you in earlier!

“Then, the selection... officially begins!”