The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1050 Deja Vu
The grand opening ceremony is approaching.

A group of children chasing each other in the fields discovered a strange body and a small truck lying in the filth in the dry latrine.

Only one person lost their truck today.

It happened not long ago.

When Uncle Wang finally saw his truck, which he had lost and then found again, it had become so small and covered in filth, and he burst into tears.

Tears streaming down his face, he carefully rinsed his truck under the tap, when suddenly a divine thought struck him—

Placing it in the [Wangmiao Mountain Shrine] will help restore it.

There was no sound, only an ethereal feeling.

Uncle Wang was taken aback, then overjoyed.

"Thank you! Thank you, Wangmiao Mountain God!"

He thanked them profusely and then excitedly went to find the village's [Wangmiaoshan Shrine].

not far away.

"So befriending beasts includes maggots?" Liu Sheng withdrew his gaze and said with a mischievous smile.

"Ahem, although there's a problem with the species classification, I can indeed control... maggots." Qiao Yu's expression became slightly unnatural, and she quickly changed the subject, "But, let's not talk about me now, shall we? When did you become a god here?"

Liu Sheng smiled gently.

He slowly recounted his experiences after they parted ways.

……

[Trial ended.]

Senior Brother Zhang suddenly opened his eyes.

Before him lay a cave dwelling he knew well.

But he shuddered.

A biting cold wind blew in my face.

He then realized that the protective array outside his cave had malfunctioned at some point.

No wonder the wind and snow on the cliffs are blowing in.

"what happened!"

A chill ran down his spine as he thought of the core of this protective array—

He rushed into the depths of the cave, only to find that the pile of paper figures that had been enshrined inside had been burned to ashes at some point, and the altar had cracked with countless fissures and collapsed before his eyes.

Senior Brother Zhang stood there, stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

He was abandoned by the new god he had finally managed to contact!

He was instantly filled with despair and collapsed to the ground.

Then came an even stronger pain.

He looked down and saw that his left arm was missing, and there wasn't a single good piece of flesh on his body.

Furthermore, after he was killed and returned, his soul and consciousness were damaged, and even his cultivation level dropped by an entire realm, returning to the Golden Core stage.

The reputation points gained from this token have also been reduced to zero.

"It's over...it's all over..."

He leaned against the cold stone wall.

Thinking about how many reputation points it would cost to repair his entire body, his heart sank once again.

I originally planned to save my reputation points to try and get the Celestial Master rank...

However, given his current decline in cultivation level, being crippled would only cause more trouble. He could only pack up and leave the cave on a flying paper crane.

The paper crane swayed precariously, often veering off course in the mountain wind, but it was already considered one of the better mounts on Mount Longhu.

He still remembers the past—

Those disciples who could only get around on foot often cast envious glances at him, so even though Senior Brother Zhang was in pain all over, he still tried to raise his neck with a proud look.

Yet, even so, he saw something he couldn't comprehend—

Above the sky, golden light surged like a tide.

A colossal shadow stretched across the sky.

It is neither a mountain nor a cloud.

It was menacing, composed of countless twisted tentacles, and every inch of it radiated an unbearable light.

But this golden behemoth did not block out the real sky—not the snow-covered sky that Senior Brother Zhang was used to, but a clear blue sky with occasional light snowfall, quite comfortable and pleasant.

"This...this sky...how did it open!"

Senior Brother Zhang almost fell off his flying paper crane.

A disciple flew by, flicked his whisk from a distance, caught him, and helped him back onto the flying paper crane.

"What's so surprising about the weather being clear? The weather forecast said it would be sunny with light snow—"

"Where is Han Ye?" Senior Brother Zhang asked urgently as soon as he sat down.

"What cold night? Oh! It hasn't started yet, but we're already preparing..."

"Hasn't it started yet?" Senior Brother Zhang muttered to himself.

The disciple flew closer, and only then could he see his appearance clearly. He let out a cry of surprise:
"Wait! Sir... Senior Brother, how did you get injured like this? Should I take you to Huichuntang?"

Senior Brother Zhang immediately regained his composure:

"It's okay, I can go by myself."

In Longhu Mountain, it's instinctive to be wary of fellow disciples. Everyone is in competition, and someone could be smiling to your face while secretly trying to sabotage you behind your back.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his gaze from the sky and returned it to what was before him, only to be almost blinded by the dazzling golden aircraft beneath the other's feet.

"What...what is this?"

"What is what?" the junior sister asked, puzzled.

"What... is that under your feet?"

"Uh, it's a flying artifact..."

Now even his junior sister found him strange, and her eyes became wary. "Senior brother... you'd better go to Huichun Hall and check your mental strength while you're at it..."

Without saying another word, it flew away in a flash.

The speed was close to that of an escape.

Senior Brother Zhang spat behind his back.

She should be the one having her mental state checked at Huichuntang!

What utter nonsense were you just spouting?

I think someone's out of their mind!

How could the cold night not have begun yet!
Of course, he still had to go to Huichuntang.

Filled with doubt, Senior Brother Zhang flew low all the way, occasionally looking up at the sky.

The golden light still flowed deep into the sky, layered like waves, carrying a soul-stirring tremor.

As soon as he focused his mind, his consciousness was shaken into a blur, he felt dizzy and his spiritual energy circulation was almost disrupted.

So much so that when he flew to the main vein, he found that the aircraft that had just shocked him were everywhere, and he thought that his eyes were still not fully recovered.

The aircraft crisscrossed the mountain peaks in dense formation, and the shimmering light in the sky intertwined to form a net.

His paper crane, bathed in dazzling golden light, looked like an antique that had crawled out of a graveyard—utterly tacky.

No wonder no one cast an envious glance my way along the way.

"What... what's with these aircraft?"

He finally couldn't resist and stopped a young fellow disciple who was passing by.

"Huh? This was issued by the sect."

"The sect...issued it?" Senior Brother Zhang blinked, wondering if he had misheard. "How many reputation points does it require?"

"This... doesn't require reputation points."

The other person's gaze became increasingly strange.

"Why, why?"

Senior Brother Zhang was somewhat puzzled. How could they be so generous in Longhu Mountain, where resources were scarce?
"Um, because we can?"

The junior disciple already thought he was crazy. After saying that, he hurriedly ran away, turning back every few steps to make sure he wouldn't chase after him.

Senior Brother Zhang was still in a daze.

The bustling Longhu Mountain before him was completely different from the desolate and empty place he remembered. In addition to the flying vehicles, there were many more buildings, and the disciples were quite active.

In particular, there is a strange kind of shrine.

Everywhere.

Many disciples were gathered around, making some arrangements, when a bunch of cats and dogs came over.

It wasn't just cats and dogs; there were also cranes, wild boars, pheasants, and other creatures, all gathered in a large, colorful, furry flock. "What's going on...? It's only been a few days since I left Longhu Mountain, and it's already turned into a mountain of spirit beasts? Come to think of it, weren't all these animals extinct in the cold night? Did they come up with some method, or did they exchange something from a higher dimension?"

Thinking about it this way, Senior Brother Zhang felt that the latter was more likely.

This explains such a dramatic change.

Moreover, it's highly likely that this batch of disciples who entered the trial redeemed it. Only by exiting within the time limit could one potentially earn points to redeem it, and he was just seconds away from being killed—

Damn!

Wouldn't that mean he's fallen far behind?
Thinking about this incident filled Senior Brother Zhang with regret and anger.

He grimaced and hissed in pain as he pulled at the spot on his face where a piece of skin was missing.

Never mind, let's hurry up and go to Huichuntang.

The paper crane floated slowly, passing over several mountain peaks, and finally arrived at Huichun Hall.

However, it has changed drastically.

My original impression of Huichuntang was that it was a cold and gloomy place, with strange cured meats hanging everywhere, a strong smell of blood, and pitiful screams echoing from the depths.

But now the area in front of the door is a riot of color, filled with fragrant flowers. If it weren't for the familiar plaque, Senior Brother Zhang would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.

As soon as I entered, the aroma of medicine filled the air, and a woman came out to greet me.

"Oh dear, senior brother, how did you get so badly injured? Quickly lie down—"

However, upon seeing this, Senior Brother Zhang was utterly shocked and instinctively exclaimed:

"Zhou Rong?"

However, Zhou Rong looked very carefree and peaceful at this moment, with his Taoist robe flowing gracefully and surrounded by seven-colored light.

She was completely different from the timid and submissive person she was during the trials.

This form of address made Zhou Rong's brows furrow, and he gave Zhang a wary look.

"May I ask you are?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"I don't know who you are, but don't think you can get close to me just by calling me by my name. Please come into the examination room and lie down. My brother will be here soon—"

"and many more!"

Senior Brother Zhang, however, refused to back down.

"How will you be here?"

"Why can't I be here? If this senior brother continues to cause trouble—"

"It's you! Isn't it!"

The things he couldn't understand in his mind slowly came together.

"It was you and Zhou Yi from the village who conspired to ruin me! Then you made a fortune, exchanging points for all sorts of things! That's why Longhu Mountain is like this!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and lunged forward to grab Zhou Rong.

As a result, a powerful pressure descended.

Senior Brother Zhang felt his bones shattering inch by inch, his blood and qi flowing backward, and he was forced to the ground.

“Zhou Rong…you…how could you be a Nascent Soul cultivator…”

The pain made it almost impossible for him to make a sound; he could only gasp for breath.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Zhou Yi's voice came through.

From Senior Brother Zhang's perspective, all he could see was a pair of boots coming from the inside out, stopping right in front of him.

Zhou Rong replied, "There's this guy who seems a bit off, his mental state doesn't seem quite right. We need to check him out."

"Really? Hmm—"

A wisp of spiritual energy descended, and the token at Senior Brother Zhang's waist was instantly snatched into someone's hand.

Senior Brother Zhang instinctively tried to snatch it, but he couldn't even raise his hand.

Zhou Rong's expression turned solemn upon seeing the token.

"It's a token from the old days of Longhu Mountain!"

He looked down and asked, "Did you just come out of the trial space?"

Senior Brother Zhang's face turned deathly pale: "No, no, that's right...aren't you the same?"

"us?"

Zhou Yi and his sister exchanged a glance.

"Of course not. This is the era of Wangmiao Mountain. There is no longer a trial space, but occasionally old-timers like you from the trial space will return."

Zhou Rong reminded them, "We must notify the Textile Institute immediately!"

"Why... what are all these things...?"

Senior Brother Zhang looked bewildered.

He couldn't understand a single word of what they were saying.

However, at that moment, the air suddenly condensed.

The light distorted, and everything in sight seemed to be squeezed into a ball by an invisible hand, turning into a boiling shadow that then slowly spun into a vortex in the air.

The center of the vortex sank deeper and deeper, so deep that it seemed to lead to another dimension, where darkness flowed and surged, eventually collapsing into a black hole.

next moment!
A suffocating, eerie aura erupted from it!

A jet-black hand emerged from the darkness, its surface covered with pulsating eyes and parting lips, accompanied by a whisper.

"Strange!" Zhou Rong's voice was filled with fear.

"You're actually a heretic who worships evil and bizarre things as gods!"

Zhou Yi shouted, and a spiritual light shone in his hand as he tried to entangle the other hand, but it was unharmed. Instead, more eyes opened and glared fiercely at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was instantly unable to move.

They seemed to be petrified.

Senior Brother Zhang was completely bewildered.

How could this be? Isn't this the "deity" he worships?

Before he could react, that hand had already gripped his throat tightly.

A chilling whisper sounded in his ear:

"You...you still owe me, you haven't paid me back yet!"

Senior Brother Zhang's face was purplish-red, and he made choking noises in his throat.

Then, an irresistible pulling force was about to drag him into the space.

Suddenly, the sky trembled.

A gigantic golden tentacle descended from the void, like a pillar of heaven, and slammed heavily onto the pitch-black hand.

Light and darkness intertwine, tearing the air apart!

"Aaaaaaah! How are you still here?!"

The golden tentacles ignored it, suddenly coiled up, tightly binding the black hand, and then pulled it outwards!
This was an irresistible force; the pitch-black arms twisted and struggled, and behind them, a twisted giant body pieced together from countless hands was vaguely visible.

"Kid, you've really put me in a difficult position!"

Senior Brother Zhang was thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground. He saw stars and didn't even have time to see what it was like.

The distorted thing was then enveloped by a bunch of golden tentacles, which gradually dissolved it until it turned into a fist-sized golden ball of light, which was then collected by a group of people wearing black cloaks who suddenly appeared.

"Containment complete!"

And Senior Brother Zhang was finally rescued.

He lay on the ground, utterly exhausted.

Zhou Rong also breathed a sigh of relief, put away the magical artifact, and said:
"Sigh, how could you possibly befriend such an evil creature as a god? Luckily, there are gods protecting Wangmiao Mountain, otherwise you would have already been dragged into the abyss!"

"God... Ming..."

Senior Brother Zhang's voice was hoarse.

Looking up at the entity that had returned to its phantom form—a faint phantom that could be seen even indoors, slowly fading into a giant net of golden threads, and finally disappearing into the air.

But he knew—

He has always existed.

everywhere.

"May I ask... what is His name...?"

He finally remembered to ask.

So everyone respectfully said:

"Naturally, it ascended from Longhu Mountain a hundred years ago—"

"Lord Mother Earth."