"Welcome everyone to my world, where you can get everything you expect. But first... you must pass the test I set." The 'familiar' voice of the faceless man came again.
Song Shizun Wool Qingwen no longer had the nervousness and malice he had when he entered last time, and seemed much more at ease.
After the last game, the mantra he got was similar to Taoism and Buddhism, but it was also helpful to him, a great monk who cultivated demons.
Although all parties are unwilling to admit it directly, in fact, no matter what kind of practice, as you go higher and further back, many principles are the same.
For example, a Buddhist monk practices in the mortal world, breaks the precepts and returns to secular life, walks into the human world again, experiences birth, old age, illness and death, his hands are stained with blood, but he has to overcome everything and return to the path of Bodhi.
Demon sect monks should also fix their hearts as Shuras, know how to tolerate anger, uphold their true intentions, understand that killing and cruelty are a means of survival, not their true nature, and should respect life despite being indifferent to it.
This is not to say that such choices are absolutely correct, but to say that... two different types, or even completely opposite ways of practice, will occasionally meet in one place, seemingly indistinguishable from each other.
This is a fertile field that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.
The long wind blows through the meadows warmed by the sun, rippling soft undulations like waves.
"The world seems to have become a lot bigger. Is it because this is the second time I have entered, so the 'truth' belonging to this small world is gradually being unlocked to me?" Song Qingwen thought to himself.
Then he saw many more people, appearing suddenly but naturally somewhere in 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 'old players' who have already experienced it once or twice, most of the new entrants are in panic at this moment.
They were shouting and gathering like crazy, and then they were provoking unscrupulously.
He turned a blind eye to the long paragraph of text that fell in front of him.
"What exactly is life? Do we often think like this? It is said that in a myth from another world, Anubis, the god who is responsible for guarding the gate of the underworld, will take out the heart of the deceased and place it on a scale One end weighs as much as the feather. If the heart weighs more than the feather, the deceased is dragged into the abyss and his heart is devoured by Amit, a monster with the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippopotamus."
After Song Qingwen read such a passage, he felt doubtful in his heart, but suddenly felt some inexplicable 'excitement'.
"Another world, a strange myth... Sure enough, the faceless man is not limited to a certain world, he has great power across different worlds. If I follow his footsteps, will I also have the opportunity to see different worlds? Scenery?" Song Qingwen's heart gradually began to stir again.
However, there was no magic value overflow.
Most magic cultivators can still control their emotions and prevent them from leaking.
The last time Ke Xiaoliang was severely punished, it was mainly because the mantra he dictated had such a huge impact on Song Qingwen.
It’s just that after the words appear, there is no more content.
There was no assignment, no reward, and no follow-up explanation.
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 paragraph just now?" Song Qingwen frowned.
However, Wang Yu and others, who had already been 'prompted', found Song Qingwen on the meadow, and then spontaneously gathered behind Song Qingwen.
"You don't have 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 newbies and said, I really want to take action and crush them all to death.
Wang Yu and others followed the order and dispersed to teach some of their experiences to the newcomers who were still quite calm and could think stably.
Of course...it's a teaching with reservations.
However, such teaching, Ke Xiaoliang assured his heart... may not be of any use.
Song Qingwen began to wander aimlessly on the meadow.
The scenery here is so consistent that it gives Song Qingwen the 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.
Using a repetitive and open background, in this way, creates the illusion that the world seems to be very vast and huge.
Of course, the premise for such a setting is that the Huzhong Realm that Ke Xiaoliang originally expanded already has a considerable size.
Otherwise, even if it is rolled up and recycled, 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 are wasting your time.
This is especially true for those who are new to the game. They have given up looking for any tests or 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 do keep moving forward, but you often repeat it in one place, standing still." The new narration finally began with the slow music. , appeared in front of everyone.
Then, an inexplicable small map appeared above everyone's perspective.
There is also a red dot marked on the mini-map.
It seems to be guiding everyone towards the red dot.
Song Qingwen directly pressed the seal, and a strong wind suddenly appeared at his feet.
The strong wind whipped up the surrounding grass blades, sending him instantly to the red dot marked on the mini-map.
At the red dot is a stone tablet buried in the soil and grass blades.
If it weren't for the markings, it would be easy to miss its presence.
"You arrived at the end of your 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 lake? The sea is filled with treasures in mountains and forests? Are they more real? I mean... are you sure that everything you see in front of you is not an illusion?" The narration appeared again.
Song Qingwen was slightly silent.
Then he waved his sleeves and cleaned up the grass blades and loess at the stone tablet.
I saw two ancient words clearly engraved on the stone tablet.
Holy grave!
Song Qingwen's eyes narrowed.
"Holy grave?"
God is an immortal being, and the tomb is the place of death and decay.
Such two absolutely opposite words, combined together, are indeed eye-catching.
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.
