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Chapter 1471: Chapter 198: Why Must We Have Burned Ritual Clothes When We Meet?

When all his thoughts were immersed in the [Feasibility of Capturing Origin], Luo Qiu suddenly felt a sense of being isolated from everything — but it was not a real perception of everything around him at the moment; rather, it was something akin to an instantaneous feeling, like a merry-go-round.

This peculiar sensation came quickly and left just as swiftly, perhaps not even lasting a moment, and it left hardly any residue… Once it vanished, Luo Qiu couldn’t even describe its existence anymore.

Feasibility of capturing origin… Can the origin truly be captured?

If origin represents everything… then from where does the means to capture everything come?

External force? Human power? Or something else?

If external force exists… the concept of origin representing everything would not be complete. But if it’s human power… human power should also be part of everything that origin represents.

Currently, Luo Qiu was lost in thought, motionless, as if he’d suddenly become distracted… Tai Yinzi beside him was waiting nervously; he himself wasn’t sure if mentioning this was a good move, yet perhaps it was his only chance — a chance to return from the intoxicating [Main God Mountain] to reality.

Actually, even Tai Yinzi couldn’t pinpoint why he suddenly wanted to return to reality… He pondered over and over, finally deciding it was probably akin to the inherent flaw in a person who has been single for too long wanting to find a girlfriend — when he truly went back to reality, he might start missing the carefree life in [Main God Mountain].

Just as Tai Yinzi was beginning to lose focus on his motivations, [Main God Mountain] suddenly began to shake slightly… and in a short time thereafter, it escalated to an insane state.

The majestic palaces he had constructed, the earthly immortal realms, began to collapse… On the divine mountain, lightning and thunder struck, presenting an apocalyptic scene.

Moreover, this terrifying anomaly started spreading from [Main God Mountain] as if to affect the entire [Main God Project] world!

Tai Yinzi suddenly came back to his senses, his face drastically changing with fear, but before him, his master remained untouched, still in a distracted (deep in thought) state. Tai Yinzi instinctively felt the turmoil of [Main God Mountain] was greatly related to Boss Luo’s distraction, so he shivered, no longer caring if he was offending or not, and hurriedly shouted out loud.

“Master! Master!! Master!!”

The continuous calls finally woke Luo Qiu from his meditation… At this moment, Boss Luo showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, furrowing his brow as he looked at the panicked Tai Yinzi, and asked subconsciously: “Is something wrong?”

“It’s stopped… finally.” Tai Yinzi seemed relieved at this point, sitting down heavily, and with a lingering fear said: “Master, you don’t know, just now this [Main God Mountain] was about to collapse!”

Luo Qiu glanced around, only to see that the [Main God Mountain] crafted by Tai Yinzi, resembling a heavenly palace, was now in ruins… He was silent for a moment, “Was this caused by my thinking?”

Tai Yinzi hesitated for a while, then quietly nodded.

Luo Qiu said nothing, but looked down at the scroll Tai Yinzi handed over… and this time the anomaly did not recur. After thinking, he said: “About the sudden thoughts emerging from your mind, record them as much as you can… submit them to me periodically.”

Tai Yinzi quickly nodded.

Luo Qiu continued calmly: “If you think it’s appropriate, just call me directly… next time, don’t use those little tricks.”

“Old Taoist understands…”

Boss Luo then thought for a moment and snapped his fingers — everything on [Main God Mountain] began to automatically restore afterward, as if time were reversing.

The grand spectacle left Tai Yinzi wide-eyed, not even realizing his health bar was rapidly recovering… until everything was back to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

“Master?” He eventually noticed his injuries were healed, feeling a sense of unease.

Luo Qiu calmly said: “This can be considered compensation for your losses… but you used some tricks to lure me in this time, playing some games, which I don’t like.”

“Old Taoist knows he was wrong…” Tai Yinzi instantly broke into a cold sweat — this master rarely said disliked things directly… in fact, he couldn’t recall it happening before; this was the first time.

Luo Qiu shook his head, “Zhao Le and Chen Mingming aren’t violating any rules in the second channel business; technically, you’re only in charge of reincarnation for players entering your channel from reality… players in the second channel can completely bypass you and enter through Zhao Le and Chen Mingming for sorting. They’ve already split a portion of their original income to you, considering you as a senior, don’t be ungrateful.”

“Old Taoist knows… it’s the greed of old Taoist, Master, please forgive.” Tai Yinzi’s body was almost touching the ground, trembling.

“The more you remember, the more I can clearly reward you with performance points directly for this information.”

Upon hearing this, Tai Yinzi was overjoyed, he suddenly raised his head, but he could no longer see Boss Luo’s distinctive account — the master had already left after saying this.

Tai Yinzi then breathed a sigh of relief, his entire body felt limp, collapsed onto the ground… “My goodness… when the master gets angry, it’s terrifying, just like the old Taoist’s mentor…”

But his forgetful nature quickly allowed him to cast aside his displeasure and fear, instead immersing himself in fantasies of acquiring massive performance points by recalling mysterious information in his mind — he even sat cross-legged, beginning the meditation he hadn’t done in a long time, hoping to awaken more memories.

This seemed like a flaw engraved in his soul.

No matter how many years he practiced on the mountain, this flaw never seemed to change, consequently he muddled through life without significant achievement on the path of cultivation, yet remarkably, the former Taibai Sword Immortal never enlightened him about this situation, completely allowing it.

“Oh… Wang Cai, make me a Long Island Iced Tea! This divine lord needs to brew some inspiration!”

But after only two minutes of meditation, Tai Yinzi picked his nose and gave orders to his servants — he would have his day of realizing his dream… probably.

…

…

In a dimension rift, somewhere.

Actually, within the dimension rift, not only is there no concept of time, but even the concept of coordinates doesn’t exist — so Da Zhe couldn’t tell where he was.

The place he entered was the portal that the maid opened for him, and he only had a sense of direction there… Now, he’s already slightly far from that direction.

At this time, Da Zhe shook his somewhat sore wrist and then sat directly on top of a Void Primordial Demon’s corpse—he opened a bag, and a huge suction force directly pulled the corpse of the Void Primordial Demon before him into it.

Da Zhe shook the bag in his hand—this was a tool the maid gave him to store materials, called a Qiankun Bag.

Who knows why the maid’s style would provide such an oddly styled tool? She said it was a small gift from an Immortal of some Heavenly Palace. Because it looked like a tatty sack, it had been left in storage all this time, and now it finally comes in handy, so she passed it on to Da Zhe… Oh, an Immortal?

Da Zhe looked at the item in his hands which, rather than being called a bag, seemed more like underwear that hadn’t been washed for years… Qiankun Bag, and couldn’t help but frown—Oh, an Immortal?

In the end, he shook his head—ignoring the terrible appearance of this thing, the capacity inside it was indeed quite considerable—at least since he entered the crevice, it already contained five or six hundred corpses of Void Primordial Demons, right?

However, the location where the maid opened this portal this time doesn’t seem ideal… Da Zhe hasn’t encountered those large-scale groups of Void Primordial Demons so far; it’s basically a few, a dozen or so at most. He even used “desolate” to describe this area.

Relying on his intuition, Da Zhe felt that this area wasn’t far from the place he leveled up last time—yet the previous leveling area was filled with Void Primordial Demons, and there was even a spot for farming them?

This made Da Zhe feel as if this area had been swept clean by someone—yet who would be so purposeless to sweep through these Void Primordial Demons?

Even if swept, at least there would be some carcasses or bones left behind, right… This more like a fish pond that has been overfished.

He shook his head, thinking that with the current number of Void Primordial Demons in this area, it would be a huge project to cut enough to satisfy the maid, so he couldn’t help but think of going further afield to hunt.

The maid said to cut a few more… but exactly how many more is “a few more”?

A thousand, two thousand… ten thousand?

Too few surely won’t do; this is practically a death trap… Heh, women!

“Hmm… There seems to be one more ahead, let’s take it down and then head further,” Da Zhe, with his keen eyes, saw a Void Primordial Demon speedily darting among a cluster of floating rocks, then floated over, “Oh, is there someone else?”

He hurried forward—it’s rare to see someone else besides himself in this void, barren with only stones and Void Primordial Demons, making Da Zhe’s curiosity surge.

He had been following Luo Qiu for some time, and in his spare time, he had learned some information from the maid about the Transcendents.

“Could this be those Transcendents that the maid mentioned, who dwell in dimensional crevices?”

Da Zhe couldn’t help but think… Yes, that’s right, “dwell”—the maid used “dwell” with a disdainful look when mentioning these Transcendents!

He quietly approached near the rapidly moving Void Primordial Demon now, and heard some… some calls that left him feeling quite complicated.

“Ah da da da—!! Xianglong 23rd Palm—!”

“Ah da da da—Forbidden Technique – Hundred and Forty-eight Hands of God—I’m digging, I’m digging!!”

He saw a balding middle-aged man around thirty or forty, wearing flip-flops, oversized shorts and a vest, holding a bone nunchaku in his hand. He was chasing this Void Primordial Demon, happily calling out… It seemed that the Void Primordial Demon was actually being chased and punched by this uncle, who was hard to describe!

Watching, Da Zhe couldn’t help but laugh out loud, feeling like watching a goofy middle-aged man having fun—finally, after this uncle gave the Void Primordial Demon a good beating and pressed it to the ground, Da Zhe slowly revealed himself… Perhaps from this uncle’s mouth, he could learn why the number of Void Primordial Demons in this area had suddenly reduced.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Da Zhe revealed himself, this uncle, who was hard to describe, stood on the corpse of the Void Primordial Demon, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, said calmly, “Friend, you’ve been watching over there for a long time, why not come out and meet.”

Da Zhe opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say… Wasn’t I already out there early on…

The uncle now slowly turned around, standing on the corpse of the Void Primordial Demon, looking down at Da Zhe with a proud expression, “Oh? A little kid from nowhere, daring to linger in such a perilous place, has some guts, state your name.”

Da Zhe opened his mouth again… He wasn’t originally like this; it was only after becoming a Black soul envoy and reconstructing the body into his younger self’s appearance… So being called a little kid wasn’t wrong.

But seeing this uncle in such an eccentric manner, Da Zhe found it amusing, so he cleared his throat and said, “I am Da Zhe, known in the martial world as the Double-Flower Red Stick of Fengmen’ao Erli Village, Xindongfeng! What’s your name, Senior?”

The uncle… the uncle glanced at Da Zhe who had just introduced himself, suddenly widened his eyes, and a sense of seeing an old friend engulfed him, so he jumped down from the corpse of the Elemental Demon, “I am the head of the Changle Street Thirty-six Snack Stalls, known as the Fish Ball Emperor, Fish Ball Qiang! Fengmen’ao Erli Village’s Xindongfeng? Why haven’t I heard of it before?”

A Transcendent… selling, selling fish balls?

Da Zhe felt, ever since he got on Boss Luo’s ship, nothing normal had happened… Only able to say woefully, “Fengmen’ao is a suburb, a small place, it’s normal that Senior hasn’t heard of it…”

“Hmm, I think so too.” The uncle… Fish Ball Qiang nodded, then said, “Why have you come here?”

Da Zhe thought about it, not even in the mood to joke around with this uncle at that moment, so he said casually, “I was thrown here by someone else, I don’t know where this place is.”

This talk would probably fool a ghost.

But Fish Ball Qiang believed it… Because he himself was inexplicably dragged into this place, so hearing Da Zhe’s explanation was a pleasant surprise—this was not just meeting an old friend in a foreign land, this was truly two distressed souls at the end of the world!

“Two souls at the end of the world, meeting without needing to ritual burning, maybe~~ no need to know who I am… cough, should be ‘long-time acquaintance’!”

Fish Ball Qiang suddenly approached, taking Da Zhe’s hands with teary eyes and said, “Brother! It must’ve been tough on you!”

Da Zhe: “???”

What… he actually believed it?