Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 48 Hello, Li Ruonan
For experienced reincarnators, there is a general consensus.

That is, reward points can always be easily obtained, but if it is a side quest, even the lowest level D-rank side quest, you will eventually have to use fire and sword to get them.

It has always been this way, always has been this way.

Naturally, once you're certain you're in a triggered group quest, you must remain extremely vigilant about your surroundings, no matter where you are. Unless you're certain you've overcome enough obstacles and exerted enough effort in this group quest challenge.

However, no one can grasp this balance perfectly—never has.

"The only way to break this cycle is to face everything head-on until the very end..."

Outside the main hall, Yu Zhiwei stood quietly, holding her scepter. Behind her, the ceremonial hall was bathed in a vast expanse of pure white light as Jacob chanted. The young lady, who was the core of the invocation, or rather, the spirit medium, had been sitting obediently on the prayer mat in the center of the array for over ten hours without making a sound.

The young lady will be fine.

As a professional, Jacob would not have made such basic mistakes.

and so……

—The most likely people to run into trouble are Ms. Chen and me.

Yu Zhiwei rested her chin on her hand, listening to Jacob recite the Lotus Sutra again and again. The incense in the main hall had long since overflowed, pouring out from the cracks in the doors and windows, casting a hazy filter over the outside. Everything before her eyes became blurred and ambiguous; in the mist and the chanting, faint shadows and whispers seemed to flow.

She turned her head slightly, and through the mist, she saw Ms. Chen, who had been busy all afternoon, now dozing off amidst the incense. And some fragmented memories appeared clearly in her eyes.

Not long ago, she accompanied Ms. Chen to the back hall to retrieve the oldest copy of the Lotus Sutra. And just as Ms. Chen successfully obtained the sutra, an unexpected incident naturally occurred there.

Inside the old book was a small insect. When Ms. Chen took out the book, the insect suddenly bit her palm.

The insect failed because Yu Zhiwei was there—her telekinesis easily captured the small insect and transferred it into a container in her hand before Ms. Chen could notice anything amiss.

She got the worm under control.

She wasn't surprised to find a worm there—there were plenty of worms in the temple.

Moreover, the insects are also a symbol of the Great Black Buddha Mother, because whenever she exercises her power and acts in areas where evil curses have not yet been clearly activated, she always leaves behind various kinds of insects. Whether in Li Ruonan's new home or in the main hall of the Zhouwang Temple, the abode of the righteous gods cannot prevent the interference of evil forces, as long as they do not violate the rules of the righteous gods.

Neither righteous gods nor holy water and talismans could penetrate it. But the power of evil needs a vessel. And its messengers, despite their best efforts, were unable to break through the outer defenses of the reincarnators.

and so……

"I found you."

Yu Zhiwei picked up the small bottle and stared at the worm inside.

"And you don't actually think you have the right to influence me, do you?"

The small bottle crumbled into pieces at her fingertips, along with the tiny insect trapped within, which disintegrated into powder. The evil power, having lost its weak vessel, could only surge angrily and futilely within the temple.

Since the external defenses have not yet been breached, it cannot directly use physical means to hinder the operation of the rituals inside the temple. And since physical means are ineffective, it can only unleash its weakened power on a spiritual level after being provoked by Yu Zhiwei.

It could have attacked all three, but now it had no other choice. The three forces thus converged into one, surging directly towards Yu Zhiwei!
The surrounding fog began to swirl and churn.

Everything nearby suddenly became even more blurry.

In the blink of an eye, the Guanyin temple buildings surrounding Yu Zhiwei vanished, replaced by a vast and expansive dark void.

Black, silent, nothing at all.

The heartbeat in my chest gradually became clearer, and the rushing fluid in my blood vessels transformed into a sound I could hear. Every second felt like a year. Every breath seemed to stretch on forever.

An ordinary person would become restless and irritable within seconds, as the all-encompassing darkness would press against the heart of this fragile creature like a wall. Even those with courage would find themselves talking to themselves, shouting, reciting poems, or doing something meaningful to combat the boundless silence and nothingness.

But Yu Zhiwei was no ordinary person; she did nothing.

She simply watched quietly, a half-smile playing on her lips, perhaps even a hint of enjoyment in her eyes.

One second, two seconds.

One day, two days.

January, February.

Time flows silently, but the time that evil can maintain is ultimately not permanent.

In the silence, the enormous eight-armed bronze statue appeared directly in front of Yu Zhiwei. The silent void was immediately filled with cursed chanting, and the head of the Buddha Mother, covered by a red cloth, tilted towards the woman holding the staff, her eyes lowered.

A solemn voice rang out, booming like a morning bell and evening drum beneath the crimson curtain.

[Foolish and naive creature, why haven't you converted yet!]

The voice was filled with unparalleled persuasiveness, enough to make even the most resolute mortal kneel in submission. Yet, Yu Zhiwei, standing before it, merely raised her head slightly.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I've had a very pleasant time." She lifted her skirt slightly and gave a slight bow. "And..."

"You can get out now."

You can leave now. You can leave now.

roll.

The bronze statue shattered with a deafening roar, along with the boundless void that surrounded it. She returned to the temple once more, where the ritual to invoke the gods continued in the distance. The next moment, Ms. Chen, who clearly had some connection to the Chen family, abruptly rose from the ritual and let out a hysterical scream.

"How dare you ignore me!"

Suddenly, a knife appeared in her hand, and she stabbed the little girl on the prayer mat right through. The next moment, the out-of-control ritual exploded, and intense light and fire swept in all directions.

Jacob collapsed to the ground, the backlash tearing horrific gashes across his body. He looked up at Yu Zhiwei with a face full of resentment, his tone filled with confusion and bitterness.

"Why...why?" He trembled as he reached out his blood-stained hand to the woman. "You only needed one thought..."

Yu Zhiwei walked over slowly and took the outstretched hand.

“First,” she leaned down slightly, gazing at the dying man before her, “I don’t really care.”

“And second…” She abruptly grabbed that hand, slamming that familiar face against her forehead. “Compared to what I’ve been through, this isn’t even a proper lullaby!”

When minds collide, everything is instantly stained with a sticky scarlet hue, revealing a subtle corner of Yu Zhiwei's heart.

"Li Ruonan!"

She screamed, her will conveyed almost like a pardon.

And at that moment, Jacob's face suddenly transformed into that of a pale-faced woman. Her features were filled with unparalleled fear and terror.

The guess was correct; the connection between Li Ruonan and the Great Black Buddha Mother was exceptionally deep. The curse, in this moment, had the opposite effect, allowing this weakness to be exposed before Yu Zhiwei!
I see!
The fatal spot on Li Ruonan's face caught Yu Zhiwei's eye. The next moment, her telekinetic power transformed into an invisible sword, piercing fiercely into that fatal spot!
Li Ruonan suddenly transformed into Jacob, but she didn't care. And the instant the telekinetic blade struck, the entire space shattered into dust once again, like a broken mirror.

A silent scream echoed through the temple as an evil will abruptly retreated from the front of the main hall. The Lotus Sutra continued to be chanted in the ritual area behind them, while outside the temple, a series of loud noises suddenly erupted.

Yu Zhiwei raised her hand; her face was slightly wet. With a casual wipe, she removed all the necrotic blood that had flowed from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"Tsk." She snorted softly and stopped moving.

At the same time... no, in the instant that evil will retreated, in the central area of ​​the composite defense line, Siming suddenly raised his hand.

"it's time."

The two aggregate centipedes had been reduced to a pulp, and the dark power was receding in the distance. The next moment, the rock giants that had been guarding the four corners of the defensive line, disguised as small hills after completing their trench digging, all raised their heads and hands.

They started moving, and they did things that defied logic.

These four colossal rock statues, weighing hundreds or even thousands of tons, were launched into the gathering darkness in a catapult-like motion!

They crashed into it, and they exploded into dust. The chain reaction of evil explosions transformed the area of ​​darkness into a vast expanse of boiling fire.

The opposing commander of the battle came into view. It was a colossal eight-armed flesh and blood structure pieced together from thousands of evil followers. It wielded darkness and controlled them, but as its evil will was weakened, about 70% of the thousand faces that made up this colossal eight-armed figure fell into a state of bewilderment.

That's not enough; it has to be all of it.

And then, in the next instant, a giant winged creature, neither bird nor insect, with a dull yellow color and a body covered in twisted and bizarre structures, appeared before the eyes of these evil believers who had temporarily lost their master.

Byakki, mythical monsters, Hastur's kin, a different species!

That indescribable distortion could not harm the prepared reincarnators, but at this moment it could drag all those evil believers whose minds were already broken and weak into a frenzy of mental pollution!
They become sluggish, frantic, and incapable of moving as a result.

The next moment, the steel colossus on the battlefield, along with the suddenly appearing second one, firmly grasped the eight-armed polymer. Simin, relying on Byakki's short-range teleportation, touched the polymer's chest with his palm.

“Awaken,” he said.

The aura of death surged in wildly, and the cultists before him were clearly still living beings—he knew and understood this fact, because he intended to use the bodies of these living beings to forcibly perform necromancy!
Terrifying howls erupted, for even the vessels of evil spirits could not withstand the immense pain equivalent to the sacrifice of a living soul. They screamed and struggled, dark flames bursting from their eye sockets, and the next moment, their bones twisted and were squeezed directly out of their living flesh, only to be instantly pulverized by the evil explosion spell.

Destruction can happen in an instant.

However, the pain is permanent.

The evil spirit that had been repelled by Yu Zhiwei reconnected with its own consciousness, but what awaited it was only the sudden destruction of this clone and the sudden return of endless pain!
Hundreds of miles away, deep in the mountains.

A woman in red, seated inside the sealed cave, suddenly let out a hysterical scream. Her eyes exploded, and her entire body repeatedly burst open and then reformed. She had been forcibly summoned online by Yu Zhiwei and was now forced to bear the torrent of pain that should have been borne by the Great Black Buddha Mother herself. In an instant, she was reduced to a shattered skeleton with its jaw constantly opening and closing amidst a series of explosions.

"May the Buddha Mother have mercy! May the Buddha Mother have mercy!"

She called upon her God, and her torn flesh ceased to fall. Yet even so, the vast and boundless pain continued to touch, tear, and torment her nerves and flesh within her body.

She couldn't help but scream again.

And a faint, almost imperceptible hue of twilight, carried by the swirling torrent of broken believers' souls, was etched into her body. And…

This is the depths of the soul of the filthy being named Li Ruonan.

　I was busy with urgent matters during the day, so I'm updating earlier than usual _(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)