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Chapter 794: Reshaping cognition and successfully advancing

The Captain is always right.

Although Charlie didn't believe that Alpha had such great powers...after all, he had really seen Alpha.

He always felt that the captain was the real backbone.

Although the captain always mentions Alpha.

She always asks for Alpha's guidance...what guidance can she provide?

But it is best not to say this in front of devout believers.

No matter what the process is, as long as the result is good, that's enough.

The attack by the Dragon Cult was just a small episode in this journey, which proved that the Dark Wasteland was not as desolate as he had imagined.

After crossing a mountain, they finally found the descendants of the ancient dynasty who were said to be buried here.

Inside the huge mountain city, hundreds of fortresses are connected together, with lights continuously on. It is roughly estimated that the population could reach tens of thousands.

There were merchants and soldiers, and the streets were bustling with people. In a sense, it was even more lively than Langton.

The silver torch on the top of the mountain seemed to never go out, illuminating the space within a radius of ten miles, making the city look almost no different from the main material plane.

If you can ignore the monsters and demons mingling among the crowd.

Some look like humans, and some don’t. Even these Mechanicus believers who smell like motor oil are not conspicuous here.

There was even a seemingly mature monetary economic system here. Charlie went out for a walk and exchanged silver for a lot of food that looked harmless, as well as some large-denomination banknotes.

The words "Bank of Heaven and Earth" are engraved on it in Chinese and ancient Egyptian, with disturbing twisted tentacles as decorative patterns. One can vaguely feel the power of an ancient god.

The imperial people did not worship any of the gods that Charles knew in the ancestral hall, but two feminine clay statues. The locals did not dare to call them by their names, but only called them "the Undertaker" and "the Ferryman".

Their arrival coincided with the festival here... Maybe it was the festival. Charlie didn't know much about the culture of the Ming Dynasty and was not very sure.

In short, the area was in a fanatical and joyful atmosphere, and the locals...whether they were human or not, all took out their treasures and offered sacrifices to one of the gods.

"This demon is about to transform."

Captain Triton, who had followed the smuggling caravan all the way into this city, immediately made an accurate assessment of the current situation upon seeing this grand sacrificial ceremony.

What a bullshit god! Foreigners are short-sighted and worship everything they see as a god.

With such little incense, even the local City God doesn't even bother to take a second look.

But the key point is...what kind of good person would come to the Millennium Dynasty world to practice incense and Shintoism?

This is the underworld, and it doesn’t look like the ghost series. Ghost is not so lively.

Only the demon sects similar to the ghost sect would take such an unorthodox path, and the cultivation should be the right way. If it was an unorthodox sect, the brain would be blown away by now.

Can we contact this practitioner and ask her for help?

The company commander was somewhat hesitant.

The reinforcements from the Astronomical Bureau have been delayed in arriving, and they are now fighting alone. They have to track down the smuggling caravan on the one hand, and deal with the remnants of the Dragon Worship Cult on the other. They really have the will but not the strength.

But he didn't know this practitioner, not to mention that he couldn't establish a relationship with her. He still couldn't figure out what she was practicing.

The brains of demon cultivators are not normal.

To be precise, practitioners within the Twelve Dharma Sects, no matter which sect they belong to, look upon other sects as insane. Demon cultivators are the most abnormal among them, as their cultivation is different from others.

But at this time there is no other choice but to give it a try.

He is not the only one who is looking forward to this.

At this moment, throughout the entire Xiquan Mountain, countless pairs of eyes were secretly watching the movements here.

Different thoughts, different perceptions, different wishes, different curses...

who am I?
Where am I?

The increasingly noisy sounds in his ears finally caused the statue in the temple on the top of the mountain to slowly open its eyes.

【Who are you……】

【You are the past, you are the present, you are the future. 】

【#￥%&*……】

[Princess, death, scarlet...cause and effect, time and space, shock...dragon, demon, self...]

[Re-anchoring]

【Two hundred miles west of the capital, there is a mountain called Quanshan, but there is no water. When the barbarians invaded, the court sent a princess to marry the barbarians, but she died in Quanshan. The princess was buried in red, and after her death, she still had resentment and cried day and night...】

[The five declines of heavenly beings, dragons fight in the wild, blood soaks the mountain like a spring, and a strange beast is born from the blood spring. It has dragon horns on its head, snow-white hair, and three tails on a lotus flower under its feet. It can know the past and the future, understand cause and effect and reincarnation, and avoid the yin and yang and the five elements. If you see it, disaster will turn into blessing. Its name is Chu Jiang]

【Anchoring successful! 】

[You are Li Mumu, you are Chu Jiang, the master of Xiquan Mountain! ]

In the underground air-raid shelter of Qinghe Middle School, Li Mumu, who was sleeping in bed, suddenly woke up, and his body involuntarily began to transform into a demon body.

The first thing that appeared was the snow-white body of the beast. Three slender tails slowly spread out, and a sharp pain came from the top of the head. Two blood-red glazed dragon horns slowly grew out of the skull.

The bloody map of the Forgotten River swept past her, staining her four feet and the tip of her tail bright red.

Is this a horse... or a unicorn... or something else?
Li Mumu, who had just woken up from her sleep, had not yet fully reacted when her body began to change again.

Countless wishes penetrated the barriers of the void and gathered on her, affecting her cognition and distorting her form.

Under the worship of countless devout believers in Xiquan Mountain, the statue of the goddess in the temple, which enjoys incense and offerings, is gradually soaked with bright colors.

The demon body that had just completed the transformation only lasted for a moment before it began to transform into a human form again.

The three-foot-long black hair turned as white as snow, and the bright red feather shawl concealed her graceful figure. The oil lamp and scalpel in her hands merged into one, turning into a glazed octagonal palace lantern floating beside her.

Carrying lanterns to attend funerals and practicing medicine to save lives.

Li Mumu opened her eyes, and layers of red spider lilies quietly bloomed in her pupils.

[Accepting high-dimensional interference, re-anchoring...]

[You are Li Mumu, you are Chu Jiang, the demon from Xiquan Mountain, who was reincarnated after the death of Princess Ping'an in the Millennium Dynasty World. You are the dragon girl under the seat of Jieyin Bodhisattva, and now you have been enlightened by the Bodhisattva and have achieved the right result. You protect the living souls, send the dead away, and enjoy the incense and offerings of the people from all directions.]

[The string frequency vibrates, cause and effect converge, and you feel the surging tidal vibration. The induction lights up, and the signal flag has been deployed. ]

[Successfully advanced to the righteous path of the demon magic sect - Moon Demon! 】

(End of this chapter)