Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 179 I'm here to help you!

"Oh? It really is the Samadhi Divine Wind. I was wrong about the wind a few days ago."

At the foot of Longhu Mountain, Red Boy casually turned his head, carrying his Fire-Tipped Spear, and looked towards the source of the yellow wind sweeping deep into the mountain. He didn't take Zhuge Liang and Yan Huan in front of him seriously at all. His tone was tinged with a knowing sneer, "Bears, weasels, maggots, plus that old man with yellow eyebrows, it seems that only a few of us have been resurrected. There should be no one else."

At this moment, Yan Huan's cheek was scorched and bloodied by the Samadhi True Fire, and even his eye sockets were burned black. He couldn't even let out a complete cry of pain. Zhuge Liang wasn't in much better shape. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, leaving only a bloody wound. He used his only remaining right hand to support Yan Huan, and blood from the corner of his mouth flowed continuously down his jawline. Even breathing was accompanied by the excruciating pain of being burned by the raging fire.

To be honest, when Zhuge Liang first saw Red Boy, he still had doubts. After all, Red Boy was not a reincarnation, but someone who had lived to this world with an infinite lifespan thanks to the Seven Star Lamp. Although the price was that he would never be able to ascend to immortality and become a saint, his only request was to end the endless cycle of reincarnation for these reincarnations of the Three Kingdoms.

However, as Zhuge Liang, he could not bear to see the world in chaos. When faced with a variable that attempted to overthrow the world, he wanted to do his part. That's why he brought Shui Jing to Longhu Mountain, intending to act according to the circumstances.

Then he opened his eyes and saw the real ancient demon, but he was even more confused. After all, others might not know if Journey to the West was true, but how could he not know? He had followed the updates back then!

He initially thought that these so-called demon kings from Journey to the West were a fabrication by someone using methods he couldn't even see through, a hoax targeting the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

But now, he no longer has any interest in figuring out the truth or falsehood of these things.

Among the powerful demons that Red Boy casually mentioned, he was probably the weakest of them all. But even for Red Boy, the "weakest" one, fighting the two of them was nothing more than an old man playing with children. From beginning to end, he only regarded their life-or-death struggle as a pastime to pass the time.

Even though he fought Shui Jing with all his might, risking his life, all he got in return was a casual mockery from her.

The opponent's cultivation level alone was enough to leave the two of them far behind, not to mention the Samadhi True Fire and other supernatural abilities, which they could not even see.

His Samadhi True Fire, which he had cultivated for a thousand years and was so proud of, was nothing more than a spark in a child's hand compared to Red Boy's True Fire. It wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes, and he became a complete joke.

Seeing that the three colossal beings deep within Longhu Mountain were already locked in battle, with the yellow wind and demonic energy colliding and causing the mountain peak to tremble, Red Boy slowly turned his head. His golden eyes, burning with true fire, swept over the disheveled Yan Huan and Zhuge Liang in front of him, his arrogant smile full of nonchalant contempt.

"You two are far too weak and pathetic. But you did keep me entertained for a while, so it wasn't entirely boring. Now that I'm going to go and cause trouble for those old geezers, I'll spare your lives for now."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Having said that, he suddenly shook the Fire-Tipped Spear with one hand, and a red cloud rose up beneath his feet, carrying firelight. It transformed into a streak of crimson light and shot towards the direction where the three Dharma images on the mountaintop were fighting. Only Zhuge Liang and Mr. Shui Jing, who had just escaped with their lives, were left frozen on the scorched earth.

Seeing Red Boy's figure completely disappear into the horizon, the two men's tense minds suddenly relaxed, and the energy that had sustained them in their fight to the death instantly dissipated. They collapsed, exhausted, onto the scorching hot earth.

The moment their backs touched the ground, the lingering intense heat sent shivers down their spines. It was only with the last ounce of strength that Zhuge Liang managed to activate the Kan-character water technique of the Wuhou Qimen, condensing a layer of mist to envelop the surroundings and barely reducing the scorching heat. Only then did the two finally let down their guard, collapsing to the ground in the misty, high-temperature water vapor, utterly exhausted, unable to even move a finger.

"Kongming, you've lived this long, don't lie to me. Is this Journey to the West really true? Why is it different from the memories of my reincarnation?"

"Mizukami, can I say I don't know either?"

"Heh, you're Kongming, aren't you? Since even we can't stop them, it seems we really can't keep it a secret any longer."

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Having said that, Yan Huan, whose only remaining good face was cosplaying as Two-Face, clearly felt the tremors coming from the ground beneath his feet. He turned his only intact eyeball, staring intently at the colossal phantom deep within the yellow wind, and asked in a weak voice, "Tell me—even if we use nuclear weapons, can we kill them?"

Zhuge Liang remained silent for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes. The words that escaped his throat were as light as a wisp of smoke, carrying utter helplessness and relief: "So be it—perhaps this is our destiny, Shui Jing. If there is an afterlife, let's meet again in the next life."

The fighting on the mountain grew increasingly intense, causing the entire Longhu Mountain to tremble. The strange people who were stranded in the finals stands on the back mountain became more and more anxious. The bald man hurriedly took out his phone, only to find that there wasn't even half a bar of signal on the screen. He could only clutch the black screen of his phone and anxiously nudged the brother next to him.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, do you have a signal on your phone? Mine isn't working."

"Damn it, I'm done for too! What the hell is Longhu Mountain up to? Are they trying to kill us all together with Quanxing???"

"Don't talk nonsense. How could the Celestial Master do such a thing? He's a Celestial Master."

"What do we do now? Don't tell me you can't hear what's happening outside. We don't even know how the Celestial Master and the company are doing. Let's run!"

"Why run? With such a strong yellow wind and those black cloud-like Gu worms, are we just going out to die? We might as well wait here."

At this point, the bald man's gaze fell on Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Elders.

From the moment this earth-shattering chaos erupted until now, his gaze has never left this little old lady from Northeast China who practices shamanism. Compared to the other ten men who were panicked and disoriented, she was the only one who showed no sign of panic at all. She sat calmly in the stands, as if she knew from the very beginning that this would happen today.

Looking back now, the competition between Feng Xingtong and Deng Youfu was strange from the very beginning. The fact that Deng Youfu could have another spirit after being captured by a spirit was even more strange—it was just too strange!

Although he came from a humble background, he had dealt with these shamans before. He knew that a shaman could only recognize one household spirit to bind him in his lifetime, but why was Deng Youfu able to invite two spirits to possess him in succession?

In addition, there was the deafening conversation that had just come from the mountains. Even though it was muffled by the yellow wind, he could hear the key words clearly.

Yellow Wind, Black Wind, Yellow Eyebrows! Aren't these the monsters from Journey to the West?!

This isn't a novel; it's all real!

Going back further, when Deng Youfu possessed him for the second time, that three-pronged steel fork that conjured out of thin air! Even if he were slow to react, he should have pieced together this whole sequence of events clearly by now. But—

The bald man glanced discreetly at the entire stadium stands. Most of the remaining people, especially the older Bi Dengs over forty, were subtly glancing in the direction of Guan Shihua and Deng Youfu.

He immediately understood. Everyone present was a shrewd person who had spent half his life in the world of supernatural beings, and most of them had figured out this little trick.

The problem is, who dares to say that outright?

Thinking of this, the bald man also lost his spirit, pulled his brother down to sit, and advised, "Forget it, let's just stay put. Didn't you see that Guan Lao and Lu Lao and the other ten elders are with us? If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Let's just stay put, anyway—"

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light suddenly shone from the mountains, interrupting the bald man and forcing him to swallow the rest of his sentence.

Anyway, we're just a bunch of martial arts practitioners. What can they do about what those cultivators want to do?

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Jin, who had just cleared out the Quanxing demons around them and whose golden light and the residual energy of the talismans were still lingering, were walking step by step into the depths of the yellow wind that was sweeping across the entire Longhu Mountain.

This Samadhi Divine Wind, created by the Great Sage Yellow Wind, seemed to have gained sentience. It specifically blocked those who approached the eye of the storm. The further one went, the more destructive the wind became, and the resistance increased a hundredfold.

Even the two who stood at the pinnacle of the supernatural world could only walk three meters before they felt their vital energy being violently torn apart by the wind, making it difficult for them to move.

Lu Jin had already pushed the Reverse Life Triple Realm to its limit, and his body was covered with protective talismans drawn in the void by the Tongtian Talisman. However, even after exhausting all his cultivation, he could only grit his teeth and walk twelve meters before he could not advance any further.

The wind blades shattered the protective talismans one after another. The regenerative power of the Reverse Life Triple was no match for the tearing force of the divine wind. He could only clench his fists tightly and watch helplessly as the three demon kings surrounded the Yellow Wind Great Sage in the distance. Even if he wanted to take another look, his eyes would be blinded by the yellow sand carrying pebbles, making it difficult to even open his eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei, standing beside him, relied solely on his unparalleled life cultivation, using the Golden Light Mantra to steadily envelop his body, stepping with a steadfastness as solid as a mountain.

Seeing this, Lu Jin understood perfectly well that the vast difference between himself and Zhang Zhiwei could not be bridged by the Reverse Life Triple Realm and the Heavenly Talisman. He stopped forcing his way forward and immediately took out a neatly folded talisman from his pocket, throwing it at Zhang Zhiwei in front of him.

Without turning his head, Zhang Zhiwei caught the yin-yang paper painted by the Wang family with a flick of his two fingers, without pausing for a moment.

In the short time it took to say those few words, he had already walked fifty steps against the overwhelming divine wind. The wind was now several times stronger than before, but he showed no signs of exhaustion. On the contrary, the golden light around him was polished by the wind until it became even purer and thicker. His gaze was like a torch locked on the deepest part of the storm, and he continued to move forward steadily without stopping.

Seeing this, Lu Jin stopped trying to resist the Samadhi Divine Wind. He simply withdrew the Reverse Life Triple Layer and the protective talisman, letting the sentient yellow wind carry him lightly back to the outer edge of the storm. As soon as he landed and caught his breath, he looked up and bumped into Xu San and Xu Si, who were rushing over with employees from Na Du Tong.

"Old Lu!" Xu San strode forward, his brows furrowed, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety. "This yellow wind is getting stronger and stronger; our men can't get any closer, and we can't even see the battle situation inside. Can you go in?"

Lu Jin shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness, yet he retained the confidence of the Tenth Elder: "I can't do it. I only managed twelve steps even with all my might, and it's difficult to take even half a step forward. But Old Celestial Master, perhaps there is still hope."

Having said that, he swept his gaze over the two men, finally settling on Xu San, who looked conflicted. He spoke in a deep voice, each word carrying weight: "I know that in your company's eyes, I'm just a somewhat capable old man. But there's one thing I must ask your superiors. They probably already knew about these ancient demons causing trouble, didn't they?"

He paused, looked up at the towering phantoms of several colossal figures deep within the storm, and said in a somber tone, "The Great Sage Yellow Wind is currently engaged in a fierce battle with those three demons. The worst is yet to come; we must wait a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Xu Si slapped himself hard across the face, wincing in pain. He understood the deeper meaning behind Lu Jin's words—

These powerful demons capable of moving mountains and filling seas are all based on Longhu Mountain. If Huangfeng Dasheng wins, all will be well, but if he loses, the worst outcome will be that everyone on Longhu Mountain, along with half a province below the mountain, will have to be buried with these demon kings.

"Old Lu, as you know, this is something neither of us brothers can control." Xu Si put down his hand, his usual nonchalant expression gone, his tone full of helplessness. "Besides, the entire mountain is now sealed off by this yellow wind, all signals are cut off, we can't contact the outside world at all, we have no idea what the higher-ups are planning, let alone the battle situation inside the eye of the storm."

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"If we can't get in touch, we'll find a way to do so! Get the message out!" Lu Jin said decisively, then looked up at the increasingly determined golden figure deep in the storm, his tone turning serious. "As for the situation inside the storm, we can only rely on the Old Master. I just gave him the Yin-Yang paper from the Wang family's divine art. Since we got cell phones, this paper has become useless, but now it's our only means of communication. As long as he can brave the wind and get there, we'll know what's happening inside."

After saying that, Lu Jin turned her head and looked into the depths of the yellow wind, where nothing could be seen anymore, and could only hear the deafening sounds of fighting.

This Samadhi Divine Wind whipped up yellow sand into a towering storm, yet it possessed none of the terrifying destructive power that its exterior suggested. Upon seeing this, Lu Jin couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Perhaps this was the legendary great supernatural power, capable of changing the world, yet able to follow the user's will without harming others.

In comparison, my own Threefold Reverse Rebirth Technique, passed down from the Three Ones, is not worthy of being called a Xuanmen at all.

Meanwhile, amidst the sandstorm sweeping across the entire Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei's steps remained as steady as a mountain, step by step, steadily moving forward against the destructive force of the sandstorm.

He knew better than anyone that his unparalleled cultivation was nothing compared to the power of these monstrous gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters.

But he is the 65th Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain. Since he took over the position of Celestial Master from his master, it has been his duty to guard the mountain, protect the Tao, and bless all living beings. Even if the opponent is a demon king known throughout the Three Realms, he would never stand idly by.

As he approached the eye of the storm step by step, the fierce divine wind that had previously torn apart the protective golden light and carried away debris gradually subsided, and the amount of sand it stirred up decreased. With his life force cultivated to its purest degree, his golden light remained as steady as a rock, and finally, he broke through the wind barrier and entered the calm, isolated eye of the storm.

The moment he landed, he realized that he was standing on a precipice suspended in mid-air, with the ravine below cracked by the battle between the demon kings. In such a short time, the entire terrain of Longhu Mountain and the surrounding area had been changed.

Not far away, under the pressure of the Samadhi Divine Wind, the four demon kings had already withdrawn their towering hundred-zhang Dharma forms, leaving only their ten-zhang-tall true bodies, forming a siege and tightly trapping the Yellow Wind Great Sage in the center.

However, in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, who had just stepped into the eye of the storm, Huang Feng Dasheng, who was surrounded by four demon kings, not only showed no embarrassment or difficulty, but also burst into a hearty laugh as he faced the oncoming demonic killing move.

Wielding a three-pronged steel fork, he fought against four opponents single-handedly. The wind from his spear, carrying divine energy, swept across the eight directions. Not only did he not fall behind in the slightest, but the Samadhi Divine Energy around him surged violently, and his entire being completely merged with the Yellow Wind that was said to sweep across the three realms!

"Come! Fight! Today I will emulate the Monkey King and fight you to the death!"

Then, in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, Huang Feng's figure unconsciously transformed into that unruly stone monkey. Huang Feng seemed to sense this as well, and immediately laughed loudly, shouting, "Hahaha, Great Sage! This time, you've come to help me!"

Zhang Zhiwei stared blankly at the figure, the promise he made last night surging uncontrollably in his heart.

I won't lose until the wind stops.