390: Chapter 390 Birth, Aging, Sickness and Death

At this moment, besides Shi Suiyan and Xuanyuan Qingyao, no one knew the significance of these clothes; they simply gave way instinctively.

Seeing the path clear before the main gates, Zhou Yan and the others swaggered toward the doors of their choice.

Before leaving, Zhou Yan tossed a bag of copper coins toward Xiong Jingfeng and the others. The coins were distributed evenly among every human, with the last coin and the empty bag landing in Xiong Jingfeng's hand.

"Thank you all for standing up for us. Though it wasn't particularly useful and your sincerity is questionable, take this as a small token of appreciation. Don't be polite."

With that, Zhou Yan waved goodbye.

Zhou Yan and Long Tianxing entered the red door on the far right, which emitted a chilling aura.

Bai Ling headed for the second door from the right, a green door filled with the scent of decay.

Xuanyuan Qingyao and Shi Suiyan walked toward the second door from the left and the far-left door, respectively.

The former was a purple door with a sense of stagnation, while the latter was a black door exuding an endless sense of emptiness.

Looking at the copper coins in their hands, the crowd immediately realized these were no ordinary coins but a specialty of the Secret Realm. They might have other uses, so they quickly tucked them away while eyeing the Yao Race members and the gates behind them.

Originally, they felt those doors were strange and wanted to wait until the end to approach them.

But seeing several Saints and Saintesses enter directly, and recalling that they had found traces of battle here earlier but no people, they suddenly understood.

What lay behind the doors was definitely not simple; they might be the entrance to the next trial.

The few Cultivators closest to Zhou Yan's group immediately followed. Seeing this, the others stopped worrying and quickly caught up.

The Yao Race also reacted, and a conflict broke out with the remaining humans. For a moment, magical battles erupted again, with an intensity no less than that at the bodhi tree.

The Yao Race wanted to block the humans and snatch the special copper coins from them, but the humans understood the principle of mutual survival and held their ground without retreating.

In the end, the Yao Race only managed to intercept two coins, losing two Nascent Soul Cultivators in the process—one died fighting the humans, and the other was killed by his own kind while fighting over the remaining two coins.

Meanwhile, the Dali Ant, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally broke free.

Earlier under the tree, he had exhausted all his tricks and forced himself into a faint before slowly waking up.

By the time he woke up, he had inexplicably arrived outside the hall with some minor injuries on his body.

Looking back into the hall, it was completely empty.

"Where are the people! Where are the Yao! Where did everyone go!"

In the empty hall, the powerless cries of an ant echoed.

With that shout, the plaque above the hall, which had long been teetering due to the fighting, finally lost its support and fell, knocking the exhausted Dali Ant unconscious again.

"Wah... wah... wah."

In the wind and snow, an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes let out a cry.

The infant lay in a small alley, watching as the wind and snow gradually buried him, growing weaker and weaker.

Until a sudden flash of spiritual light arose, and the infant seemed to suddenly gain sentience.

"Where am I?"

"I'm so cold, am I going to die?"

"Someone save me, I can't take it anymore..."

Unfortunately, these words ultimately turned into cries of "wah," the sound gradually fading until life ended, turning into a green fluorescence.

Soon, he found himself in a plain with a warm spring breeze.

He was surrounded by people; some he had personally watched die, and others he had just seen moments ago.

One of the Cultivators, seemingly annoyed by being stared at, snapped back.

"What are you looking at? If you're dead, you're dead. Just wait to be teleported out."

Hearing this, he finally snapped out of it.

"I'm dead? No, how did I die?"

The same situation happened repeatedly.

Some became old people, starving to death in their homes.

Some sought medicine in vain and finally breathed their last.

At this time, in the same roadside alley.

An infant looked at his weak hands, recalling his memories.

I am Long Tianxing, and I just entered the Door of Life.

Long before entering, Zhou Yan had fully utilized his advantage as a veteran player to explain most of the information.

Long Tianxing recalled what Zhou Yan had said earlier.

"There should be four large doors in the hall. From right to left, they correspond to Birth, Aging, Sickness, and Death."

"The way to pass is to survive under the weight of various tragedies. If you survive for a certain amount of time, you pass."

"The better you live, the higher your final evaluation and the greater your harvest."

"As for the Door of Death, it's different; you need to die in a sufficiently meaningful way."

"That's all I know about this part. The specifics will depend on yourselves."

Looking at Zhou Yan's solemn expression, the group was somewhat surprised.

"That's plenty, that's more than enough. The goal is clear now."

Bai Ling patted his chest, clearly already having a plan.

Shi Suiyan and Xuanyuan Qingyao also had their own ideas.

"I'll go to the Door of Death."

Shi Suiyan was the first to speak, her eyes full of confidence.

Zhou Yan read the meaning in her eyes: No one understands death better than I do.

Xuanyuan Qingyao chose the Door of Sickness.

She was more direct, wagging her finger.

"Clinging to life and refusing to die—I have some experience with that."

Zhou Yan then looked at Bai Ling and Long Tianxing.

Bai Ling indicated he was fine with anything.

Long Tianxing said,

"Since there's an extra person, someone has to double up anyway, so I'm choosing the same as you."

"Come on, Zhou Yan, let's have a magnificent competition."

"Don't let me easily surpass you without your cultivation to back you up; that would be too boring."

After speaking, Long Tianxing gave a charmingly wicked smile.

Seeing the heat in Long Tianxing's eyes, the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Seeing Long Tianxing like this, Zhou Yan couldn't help but wonder if the other hadn't actually escaped his Heart Demon. Why did he seem even more... greasy?

He used to only say thunderous words out of shyness, but now he said such things more and more naturally.

Ultimately, Zhou Yan planned to follow the Yao Sovereign's memories and choose the Door of Birth to see if he could squeeze out some more benefits and further increase his Law of Creation.

After all, compared to the Law of Consumption, using a twenty percent boost card on the Law of Creation was clearly more cost-effective.

Memory over.

Long Tianxing now tried his best to tilt his head and look out of the alley, quickly assessing the situation.

He was likely an abandoned infant now. He had to use his remaining strength to attract someone willing to take in an abandoned child.

Because of the snow and his blurred vision, he could only vaguely see people coming and going.

Judging by the sky, nightfall was not far off.

If this continued, there would be fewer people, and his options would dwindle.

Fortunately, two figures wearing overcoats appeared.

Long Tianxing summoned all his strength and let out a loud cry.

No other thoughts, just go all in!

With the sound of an infant's cry, the two figures at the alley entrance stopped and hurried to Long Tianxing's side.

"Heavens! It's a child!"

"Who could be so heartless? Husband, let's save her. She's so pitiful."

"Very well, it's just one more mouth to feed. Our General's Estate can afford it."

It's a General!

On Long Tianxing's originally weak face, that trademark charmingly wicked smile appeared.

Even if my Luck is running low, I, Long Tianxing, still stand atop the Eastern Extreme Secret Realm.

My arch-rival, I have won this war!

"Husband, look, this little girl is smiling."

"Heh, she really is."

"This truly is fate. Our Wan'er will surely like this little sister."

The joyful Long Tianxing suddenly froze.

What girl? What sister?

Meanwhile, within the Door of Aging.

"I'm actually an old man?"

Bai Ling looked at his wrinkled hands, feeling a bit strange.

He looked at the house behind him and the surrounding scenery.

"Brother Zhou said this represents tragedies under different circumstances."

"But since I'm already an old man, it shouldn't be making me experience that gradual loss of strength from prime to old age."

"The surroundings are quite cozy too. It looks a bit like the style of the West River Development Zone, with little villas. It's quite harmonious."

"Old Song, soaking up the sun?"

Bai Ling turned his head to see a short-haired housewife hanging laundry in the yard opposite him.

Since he wasn't sure what was going on, he replied first.

"Yeah, getting more sun is good for the health."

Seeing Bai Ling reply, the housewife seemed somewhat surprised.

"Old Song, you're okay now? That's wonderful."

"You have to look forward. If your son and daughter-in-law saw you like this, they would be heartbroken too."

"Come to my house tonight; I'll cook something to nourish you. There's no one at home to take care of you. If you keep wasting away like this, you'll ruin yourself."

Watching the woman walk back into her house, Bai Ling seemed to realize something.

"No one to take care of me? Son and daughter-in-law? Is she talking about me?"

"Could it be that my family met with disaster, and I've become a lonely old man?"

And at this moment, inside a modern-style public restroom.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, only to smell a stench of filth and blood.

This seems different from the one the Yao Sovereign encountered?

Why is it modern style?

Just as he thought this, he saw a woman wearing blue and white clothes.

I start with someone right there?

Is this a passerby or my mother?

Wasn't the memory about evoking a passerby's sympathy to survive?

Forget it, I'll cry first.

Just as Zhou Yan's "wah" sound came out, the blurred figure seemed to react.

Great, pick me up!

Then I'll start my speedrun!

But what responded to Zhou Yan was not a warm embrace, but a red, semi-circular object.

That stench rushed toward his face.

Oh no!

Zhou Yan's eyes widened in an instant.

The person in front of him was no normal passerby; it was clearly a sickly-looking girl in a school uniform, and she was holding a toilet plunger, about to hit him.

Just as the attack was about to land, a male voice came, and the girl finally stopped and lowered the plunger.

Saved.

Just as Zhou Yan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a yellow-haired guy walk in.

"Babe, why aren't you done yet?"

The girl intimately hugged the yellow-haired guy.

"I can't help it, he keeps crying."

Hearing this, the yellow-haired guy gave Zhou Yan a disgusted look.

"Then why don't we just try flushing him down?"

Watching the yellow-haired guy's hand approach the flush lever, the breath Zhou Yan had just started to let out got stuck in his throat again.

"Don't mess with a new account!"