I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

In that case, Zhang Yangqing's true form could cultivate directly in the Undying Mountain, and when he returned, he would already be at the Saint Realm and would also possess spatial power.

There are two ways to enter the world of ghost stories.

The first method is for the soul to enter.

The world of ghost stories will prepare a body for the chosen one, who will then directly enter that body.

If this body is damaged, as long as you click to settle the score, the Chosen One will still be intact afterward.

The advantage of this method is safety, but the disadvantage is that the Chosen One's true cultivation level cannot be utilized in the world of supernatural tales.

Of course, this is only true for those with extraordinary abilities.

Ordinary chosen ones would love to have the same outcome every time.

In the later stages of the supernatural world, the physical strength of the natives became terrifying.

The second method is for the main body to enter.

The downside of this being entering is that if this being is injured in the ghost story world, missing an arm or a leg, they will be the same when they come out.

The benefit is that your cultivation level will improve, and you will also improve upon exiting the cultivation system.

Risk and reward are directly proportional.

Zhang Yangqing couldn't wait to enter the world of supernatural tales, not to complete missions, not to obtain rewards, but to cultivate, to break through, and to become stronger.

He believed that his experiences in the world of ghost stories would not be in vain.

Early the next morning.

The bell of Longhu Mountain rang, but it wasn't a bell to summon disciples, nor a bell for morning and evening prayers. Instead, it was a buzzing sound, unique to announcements made by the Strange Tales World, that came from the void and sounded like the heartbeat of some enormous creature.

Zhang Yangqing was meditating when he opened his eyes and saw a semi-transparent light screen floating in front of him. There were only a few lines of text on the screen, and each word was like a branding iron being branded into the air, radiating a scorching heat.

[The Strange Tales World will open at 22 PM sharp. Warning: In addition to the Chosen Ones, a special third faction exists in this Strange Tales World. Chosen Ones from all countries, please be prepared.]

This news exploded like a bomb in the global community of chosen ones.

This matter is being discussed on the Chosen Ones forums, chat groups, and social media across all of Earth.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the forum and casually read a few posts.

"What? The third faction? Isn't the world of ghost stories only inhabited by natives and the supernatural? Theoretically, the third faction consists of us chosen ones, but besides us, who else is in the third faction?" A chosen one from the United States posted a message, his tone full of confusion.

"Given the nature of the Ghost Stories world, the third faction is probably targeting us," replied a chosen one from the Sakura Kingdom.

"How to say?"

“Think about it, the targets of the supernatural are the natives, and the natives also have to be wary of the supernatural. They are adversaries. In these recent strange tales, none of us chosen ones have clearly joined any faction. We can join the natives' camp or the supernatural's camp. We don't have any theoretically opposing forces. This time, a third faction has appeared. I guess it's targeting us.” The chosen one from the Sakura Country analyzed logically.

"Damn it, the Ghost Stories World is too monstrous, they're really going to kill us like this?" More and more replies appeared, and panic spread like a virus.

Su Muyu stood at the door of Zhang Yangqing's room, feeling somewhat worried. He wanted to say a few words to Zhang Yangqing, such as "be careful."

The door wasn't closed, so he pushed it open and went in. He saw Zhang Yangqing sitting cross-legged on a futon by the window, holding a phone with a post on the screen.

His expression wasn't tense or solemn, but rather an expression that Su Muyu rarely saw on his face: excitement.

Zhang Yangqing looked up and saw Su Muyu standing at the door. Before he could speak, Su Muyu asked impatiently, "Senior brother, has the Ghost Story World started yet? Hurry up and urge the Ghost Story World to let me in."

Su Muyu: "."

You're awesome. Other chosen ones are afraid of death and some don't dare to go in. You really treat the Strange Tales World as your own home and go in voluntarily?

Su Muyu ignored him and turned to leave.

Even before this new "Strange Tales World" has begun, some exciting news has already emerged.

Jones, the chosen one from the Land of Kangaroos, had just finished participating in the previous ghost story, and now he's volunteered to participate in this one as well.

The news caused an uproar throughout the entire Chosen Ones community.

Other chosen ones typically participate once, then rest for a while before participating again, because it consumes too much energy.

Mental fatigue cannot be relieved by a good night's sleep.

In the world of ghost stories, one needs to concentrate intensely, as danger may arise at any time and in any place. One needs to make judgments, gather intelligence, and analyze rules, and there is too much to record in one's mind.

At the end of the day, my brain feels like it's filled with mush; I don't want to think about anything, but I need to think about everything.

Only a "superhuman" like Zhang Yangqing could keep going in.

Since the Strange Tales World opened, among thousands of chosen ones, no more than five have dared to enter it twice in a row.

Jones wanted to go in again, and everyone suspected that he had discovered something.

However, Jones remained low-key and said nothing.

He wasn't the top of the chosen ones in Australia, but he wasn't the worst either.

Insufficient than above, more than below.

He has one advantage: he's lucky.

It's not just good, it's the kind of good that makes you feel like you're finding a treasure on the street.

Several times he miraculously survived seemingly certain death situations. Some chosen ones said he was lucky, some said he had someone guiding him, and others said he was a hidden master.

Jones didn't explain, he just smiled.

According to information revealed by the Kangaroo Kingdom expert team, Jones has been staying in the expert team's studio and writing things ever since he returned from the world of ghost stories.

What exactly is written is a secret.

The Australian expert team locked the studio door tightly and put privacy film on the windows, so even the people who brought food couldn't get in. They could only leave the food on the table by the door and wait for the people inside to come out and get it themselves.

In fact, Jones did have some adventures in the "Endless Abyss".

The key to this serendipitous encounter was that Zhang Yangqing hadn't had much contact with the demon race.

Jones was able to complete the world of ghost stories thanks to a method provided by the demons.

Not every chosen one is as powerful as Zhang Yangqing, who almost destroyed the Yudu dungeon.

Jones thought, if the method given by the demons worked in every ghost story world, wouldn't he be rich?
So he couldn't wait to sign up for the World of Strange Tales.

He wanted to verify whether this token was only effective in the Yudu copy, or whether it was effective in all the ghost story worlds.

22pm late at night.

Jones sat in the waiting room of the Chosen Ones Association in Kangaroo Country, a cup of coffee in front of him that had gone cold.

He didn't drink it; he just stared blankly at the cup of coffee.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating this several times until his heartbeat calmed down a little.

His hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from nervousness.

He knew he was taking a risk, but he couldn't wait.

Opportunities don't wait for anyone; once you miss them, you never know when you'll encounter them again.

Spatial fluctuations occurred.

The air in the room began to distort, as if an invisible hand was stirring it.

The lights flickered on and off, and the hands of the clock on the wall stopped moving.

Jones felt his body being grabbed by an invisible force, and then he suddenly sank down, not to the ground, but into the void.

His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before him began to distort, deform, and shatter before reforming. (End of Chapter)