American Comics: BOSS Invasion

High mountains and dangerous slopes, an old man and a young man climbed upwards.

The old man was thin, but moved with agility, dressed in a short outfit, scaling the cliffs as if walking on flat ground.

Behind him followed a sturdy young man, simple and honest, his movements not as nimble as the old man's, but steady, each reach of his arm covering a great distance.

For every one move he made, the old man had to make three to keep up.

"Slow down, slow down! You blockhead, how many times have I told you, this isn't like our village. Although it's just separated by a cliff, this is the territory of the cultivator masters! When crossing the mountains, don't just run with your head down, look around more. If you bump into someone, be careful of your head!"

The young man smiled憨憨: "Grandpa, you're at it again. Do you still think I'm a child? Since I was little, you've been warning me, saying that we might encounter cultivator masters, and we must not offend them, otherwise our lives won't be spared. It's been over a decade, and we've walked this path at least 800 times, if not 1000. When have we ever met anyone?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. Do you think those high and mighty masters are all kind-hearted? If you encounter one who takes a notion, you won't even know how you lost your life. Besides, few people travel on these cliffs. Observe carefully, and maybe there will be some good medicinal herbs. We're going to sell medicine anyway, so if we can pick up a few more along the way, wouldn't that be free money? I'll buy you pork to eat when we get back!"

The young man nodded in agreement: "It would have been better if you had said so earlier! You're right, I must look carefully!"

Having said that, he slowed down and began to turn his head left and right, looking around.

The old man was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes. Although the cliff was high and steep, he was obviously used to walking it, and he almost knew where to reach with his eyes closed.

Although they were arguing, their speed didn't slow down.

After climbing for a while, they finally reached a cliff, and the two were preparing to sit down and rest for a while.

The young man took out two large buns from the bundle behind his waist, threw one to the old man, and took a bite.

He looked at his grandfather with a satisfied smile, but found that the old man was not replenishing his strength as usual, but was looking warily in another direction.

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating? There are at least thirty or forty zhang above, and there's no place to rest. We need to replenish our strength so we can climb over it in one breath!"

The young man had a bit of a teasing tone. If it were usual, Grandpa would definitely scold him with a smile, saying that a little monkey wanted to turn the world upside down, and did he need him to remind him of such a small matter?

But today, he was uncharacteristically serious. The old man even stood up and shielded the young man behind him.

He lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on a spot in front of him.

"Blockhead, take out the grappling hook and get ready!"

The young man shuddered, his eyes instantly sharpened. He quickly stuffed the bun into his mouth, turned around, and pulled out an iron claw attached to a rope.

"What's wrong, Grandpa? Is there danger?"

"Not sure, but better safe than sorry!"

The old man hesitated for a moment, but decided to investigate. Although he couldn't see clearly what had happened, he felt that something was wrong here.

On this cliff, inside the thick rock layer, a person was embedded.

This person was wearing a gorgeous robe, lying flat in a human-shaped pit, sunk more than two chi deep. It was as if this person had fallen directly from the sky.

The old man was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, only to find that it was still a cliff.

"This brother is really unlucky. Could he have fallen from above?"

The young man didn't know when he had come over. The prepared flying claw had already been put away, and he was constantly looking at this person with interest.

The old man blurted out a reprimand: "You're really a blockhead. Don't you think about it? If you fall from a place 30 zhang high, you would have been disfigured long ago. How could even your clothes not be broken?"

After saying this, the old man's heart suddenly jumped. The only thing that could defy the common sense of the world was the so-called cultivator, right?

Could it be that after more than ten years, he had finally met a cultivator?

Just then, the person lying in the human-shaped pit suddenly groaned and sat up groggily.

The two hurriedly took a few steps back. The old man watched as the person inadvertently put his hand on the stone platform, watching him crush the sharp-edged rock, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Goodness, what kind of immortal figure is this!

Qi Shan knocked on his forehead, a wave of hangover dizziness still echoing in his mind.

He regretted it, he really regretted it this time. Before, he had been idle and counting his skills, and found that he still had a Soul Splitting Technique that he hadn't used.

He happened to activate the puppet's token, and Qi Shan was thinking of going out to explore. He originally wanted to find a White Zetsu to replace his identity.

Later, after discovering this skill, he was curious for a while and used it without hesitation.

Because of his special physique, Qi Shan had not experienced any negative feelings since he transmigrated. Whether it was pain, itching, or dizziness, they were all gone.

Now that he suddenly used the Soul Splitting Technique, it was as if his whole person had been split in half by an ax. There was no pain, but the strong sense of dizziness lingered.

After splitting into two, Qi Shan had an extra soul.

After existing as a Shinigami for a period of time, he used Reishi technology to create a Gigai, and stayed in the Great Qi Empire to continue being the emperor, while half of the soul carrying the original body triggered the token at some point, and was directly transported to tens of thousands of miles away under the cover of a strong light.

Originally, there was still some dizziness in his mind, and this teleportation array was also in disrepair. The teleportation process was very unfriendly. Although it was just a flash of white light, he appeared on a new map, but the landing point was thousands of meters in the air.

Before Qi Shan could recover, he free-fell onto the rock cliff, forcibly chiseling a human-shaped pit several chi deep into the granite.