Devil Seeds

"Welcome everyone to my world, where you can get everything you expect. But first...you have to pass the test I set." The 'familiar' voice of the Faceless Man came again.

Song·Shizun·Wool·Qingwen was no longer nervous and full of malice when he entered last time, and seemed much more at ease.

After the end of the last game, although the mantra he got was like Taoism and Buddha, it was not without help for him, a big monk who cultivated demons.

Although all parties are unwilling to admit it positively, in fact, no matter what kind of practice, if you go to the top and go backward, many principles are interlinked.

Like Buddhist monks, who practice in the world of mortals, break the precepts and return to the vulgar world, go back to the world, experience life, old age, sickness and death, and have blood on their hands, but they have to break everything and return to the way of Bodhi.

The monks of the Mozong should also have the heart of Shura, know how to control anger with patience, and uphold the original heart. They should understand that killing and cruelty are a means of survival, not their true nature. They should respect life even if they ignore it.

It is not to say that such choices are absolutely correct, but to say that two different types, even completely opposite cultivation methods, will occasionally meet in a certain place, and it seems that they are indistinguishable from each other.

This is a fertile field that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

The long wind blows across the warm meadow in the sun, and the ripples are smooth and undulating like waves.

"The world seems to have grown a lot. Is it because I have entered for the second time, so the 'truth' belonging to this small world is gradually being unlocked to me?" Song Qingwen thought.

Then he saw many people, appearing suddenly but naturally in a certain part of the meadow.

When the beautiful music suddenly sounded subtly but softly in the wind, a white narration appeared in front of everyone who entered the Huzhong Realm.

Of course, except for those 'veteran players' who have already experienced it once or twice, most of the newcomers are panicking at the moment.

They were clamoring and gathering frantically, and then provoked unscrupulously.

He turned a blind eye to the long paragraph of text that fell before his eyes.

"What is life? Do we often think this way? It is said that in a myth in another world, Anubis, the god who guards the gate of the underworld, will take out the heart of the dead and put it on the scales. One end of the feather weighs more than the feather. If the heart were heavier than the feather, the dead man would be dragged into the abyss, and his heart would be devoured by Amit, the monster with the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippopotamus."

After reading such a passage, Song Qingwen felt doubts in his heart, but suddenly felt some kind of inexplicable 'excitement'.

"Another world, a strange myth... Sure enough, Senior Faceless Man is not limited to a certain world, he has the power to cross different worlds. If I follow in his footsteps, will I also have the opportunity to see different worlds? The scenery?" Song Qingwen's heart gradually became turbulent again.

However, there is no magic value overflow.

Most of the magic cultivators can still control their emotions, so as not to let them leak.

The last time Ke Xiaoliang harvested a wave of wool, it was mainly because the formula he dictated had a great impact on Song Qingwen.

It's just that after the text appeared, there was no more text.

There is no assignment, no reward, and no follow-up explanation.

It's like just pulling everyone into such a world, and then letting them fend for themselves?

"If there is no test, then what is the meaning of that passage just now?" Song Qingwen frowned.

However, Wang Yu and others, who had already been "pointed out", found Song Qingwen on the meadow, and then spontaneously gathered behind Song Qingwen.

"You don't need to follow me, go and point out those idiots! I don't want to ruin this rare opportunity because of their stupidity." Song Qingwen looked at the noisy and clamoring newbie little devils, I really want to shoot them all directly to death.

Wang Yu and the others took the order to go, and spread out, imparting some experience to some newcomers who are still quite calm and able to think steadily.

Of course... it is taught with reservations.

However, Ke Xiaoliang assures his heart that such a teaching...doesn't necessarily have any effect.

Song Qingwen began to wander aimlessly on the meadow.

The scenery here is always the same, so that Song Qingwen has an illusion that he has walked through the same place many times.

But in fact... this is really not his illusion.

Because the whole world was swept up by Ke Xiaoliang.

formed a ring shape.

By repeating the open background, in such a way, it creates an illusion that the world seems to be very vast and huge.

Of course, the premise that this can be set up is that the Huzhong Realm that Ke Xiaoliang originally expanded already has a considerable size.

Otherwise, even if it is rolled up for recycling, it will still be narrow.

After walking aimlessly like this for about seven or eight hours, even Song Qingwen felt a little impatient.

Think you're wasting your time.

This is especially true for those newcomers, they have given up looking for tests and clues.

Most of them just waited in place, or rested cross-legged to recharge their batteries.

"You walk aimlessly, only to find that you are just wasting time. Just like your life, you are indeed moving forward, but you often repeat yourself in one place, standing still." The new narration is finally in the slow music , appearing in front of everyone.

Then, above everyone's perspective, an inexplicable small map appeared.

There is also a red dot marked on the minimap.

It seems to guide everyone to approach the red dot.

Song Qingwen pinched the Yin Jue directly, and there was a strong wind under his feet.

The strong wind rolled up the surrounding grass blades, sending him to the red dot marked on the small map in an instant.

At the red dot is a stele buried in soil and blades of grass.

If it wasn't for the markings, it would be easy to miss its presence.

"You came to the end of the trip in a hurry, and found that what you saw was not what you expected. Let me guess, what did you think of? A magnificent palace? Or a beautiful lake? Or an endless The sea and the mountains and forests full of treasures? Are they more real? I mean... are you sure what you see before your eyes is not an illusion?" The narration reappears.

Song Qingwen was slightly silent.

Then he waved his sleeves to clean up the grass leaves and loess at the stele.

I saw two ancient characters clearly engraved on the stone tablet.

Holy grave!

Song Qingwen's eyes narrowed.

"Holy grave?"

God is the existence of immortality, while the tomb is the place of death and decay.

The combination of these two categorically opposite words really hits the eye.

Song Qingwen looked around again. At this time, the romantic and boring meadow seemed to be suddenly filled with an inexplicable and strange atmosphere in his eyes.

There will be more updates later!