339: Yin Lingzi's invitation

The ball of light in the bald youth’s right hand spun rapidly between his palms, with threads of Karma peeling off it, looking like a giant ball of yarn.

The direction of each Karma thread was very clear; their target was Song Zhong.

These Karma threads were copied by the bald youth from the believers as he brushed past them.

The bald youth wanted to find Song Zhong’s Karma in the vast white mist using this method.

Those black Karma threads directly penetrated the white mist, but a strange scene occurred.

After these copied Karma threads entered the mist, they all strangely had no echo.

The bald youth’s brows furrowed. What was going on? How could Karma threads be ineffective?

Had the opponent’s status already risen so high that he transcended the shackles of Karma? This was clearly impossible.

Or was it that the Karma threads he copied had a problem?

Thinking of this, the bald youth seemed to have found the problem. He immediately focused his attention on those Karma threads.

He didn’t pay attention at first, but when he did, he found that those Karma threads were ethereal and all illusions.

“This…” The bald youth broke out in a cold sweat. He subconsciously looked at his right hand and found that the ball of light still remained in his palm, unchanged.

From beginning to end, he had never activated Fixed Fruit, nor had he extended any Karma threads.

Everything just now was a false illusion.

Was he just trapped in an illusion? How was this possible?

“Hehehe, what a joy it is to have friends come from afar!”

Just as the bald youth fell into deep shock, a bell-like laughter came from the white mist.

“Your Excellency has good methods; I am impressed.” The bald youth took half a step back, cautiously looking at the surrounding white mist.

The surrounding white mist disappeared, as if something had completely absorbed it.

Immediately, streams of emerald green light appeared before the bald youth’s eyes.

Those green lights converged, and a man dressed in silver robes walked out.

The man’s face was unbelievably handsome, and a wine gourd hung from his waist. He looked at the bald youth with a smile.

“I am Silver Spirit, a wanderer between heaven and earth. May I ask what your name is, young brother?”

Silver Spirit’s tone was gentle, and there was not a trace of hostility in his words or actions.

This made the bald youth unconsciously relax. “I have no name. If you must give me one, you can call me "Destiny".”

Silver Spirit nodded, not questioning why the other party had come. He simply waved his sleeve, and an antique square table appeared between the two. On both sides of the table, there was a futon.

“In this vast sea of humanity, our encounter is also fate. How about we sit down and drink to our heart’s content?”

As he spoke, two wine cups and a few dishes of vegetables appeared on the table.

Silver Spirit took off the wine gourd from his waist and filled the cups for himself and the other person.

Then, without caring about "Destiny" Monk’s reaction, he directly sat on the futon and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

This series of actions made "Destiny" Monk a bit confused. He put away the Fixed Fruit in his hand and said with some apology:

“Aren’t you going to ask why I came?”

Silver Spirit glanced at him and said with a smile, “Does it matter whether I ask or not?”

This sentence annoyed "Destiny" Monk. “If it doesn’t matter, then why are you blocking me here?”

“Haha, I’m afraid you won’t believe it if I tell you.” Silver Spirit drank another cup of wine as he spoke.

"Destiny" Monk was truly helpless this time. He scrutinized Silver Spirit from head to toe. This person’s Qi was very ordinary, but the more ordinary it was, the more unfathomable "Destiny" Monk found him.

Moreover, "Destiny" Monk did not see any Karma on Silver Spirit, which made him even more curious.

“How do you know I won’t believe it if you don’t tell me?” "Destiny" Monk retorted.

“Hmph, who awakens first from the great dream? I know myself in this life. You and I are the same kind of people.” Silver Spirit said while drinking, looking as if he was already drunk.

"Destiny" Monk shook his head. Although he didn’t know who this crazy fellow was, he no longer had the heart to waste time with the other party.

“Friend, judging by your appearance, you haven’t sobered up yet, have you?” "Destiny" Monk asked.

Silver Spirit laughed heartily, “It’s not me who hasn’t sobered up, it’s you. Come, come, this pot of wine of mine is called ‘Drunken Life, Dream Death,’ and it suits you best.”

“Thank you for your kindness, but I am a monk and do not drink alcohol.” "Destiny" Monk directly refused Silver Spirit.

“Not drinking?” Silver Spirit was slightly tipsy. He looked up at "Destiny" Monk, “Fine, since there’s no fate, then go. The Ghost Country Capital City is inside.”

"Destiny" Monk was startled. It seemed the other party had known his purpose all along.

So, was his previous act just to tease him?

However, since the other party ultimately had no intention of stopping him, "Destiny" Monk thought for a moment and still bowed in thanks.

“Thank you, benefactor!”

Silver Spirit ignored him, just drinking by himself.

"Destiny" Monk no longer hesitated and strode directly into the Ghost Country Capital City.

Upon entering the Capital City, "Destiny" Monk was immediately shocked by the sight before him.

The scene outside the city was one of nothingness and Chaos, but upon entering the city, there was a feeling of sudden clarity.

Above the city, countless golden auspicious clouds gathered into a sea of clouds. The entire Ghost Country was bathed in golden light, appearing incomparably sacred.

And at the very center, a towering banner fluttered in the wind.

Beneath the banner stood a person.

That person also had the appearance of a youth, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Destiny" Monk had a premonition. Even without using the power of Fixed Fruit, he could confirm that the person was Song Zhong.

"Destiny" Monk put his palms together and bowed deeply before Song Zhong.

Originally, there was still some arrogance in his heart, but after his encounter with Silver Spirit outside the city, all his arrogance vanished.

Such unfathomable experts were working under Song Zhong, so what level had his own strength reached?

Looking at the bald Lin Qi Ye before him, Song Zhong immediately knew his identity.

This was the true Lin Qi Ye, the hidden chess piece left behind in the Great Han era, the owner of the Second King Ruin’s Fixed Fruit, "Destiny" Monk.

To be precise, he was another Clone of Lin Qi Ye.

However, Lin Qi Ye’s level was too low now, and he had not awakened the relevant memories.

Now, this backup plan had appeared before the main body had matured. It seemed that the timeline of this world had truly changed.

“Hello, "Destiny" Monk, I am Song Zhong, the one you are looking for.”