Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 192 Little Western Paradise Couldn't Confer the True Great Sage, False Incense Conferred the True Yang Jian

What is God?

Before officially entering the world of supernatural beings, Zhang Chulan would tell you without hesitation that the so-called gods are nothing more than idols created by our ancestors in those barbaric and ignorant years to fight against the surging fear and despair that constantly arose in order to survive. They are also the only emotional support they have.

They incorporated natural disasters, the pain of birth, aging, sickness, and death, and the suffering of unfulfilled desires into the ethereal concept of the divine, praying to it to place their beautiful wishes and lament the injustices and hardships they had endured.

In this way, they can comfort themselves with peace of mind that things will be better in the future.

However, as Zhang Chulan officially entered the world of supernatural beings, he learned about ascension and godhood. Apart from the performers who use the power of unclaimed worship, such as the God Mask, ascension is probably the closest thing to being a god. As a result, supernatural beings all over the world have a common name for those who reach this level.

sacred.

To be worthy of these two words truly means one is a deity in the eyes of mortals.

But for Zhang Chulan, who has been constantly bombarded by the power of wills, he now truly understands what the gods really mean.

The incense and prayers that have accumulated on this land over thousands of years are not something a mortal like him can bear. Even if he possesses the Eight or Nine Arcane Arts, it doesn't mean he is the God of War of the Heavenly Court.

In folk tradition, Erlang Shen has more than a dozen divine positions, and people have built countless temples for him and offered incense to him.

The prayers, cries, obsessions, and extravagant hopes of the people kept flooding into Zhang Chulan's mind.

Only now did he truly realize what Xia Liuqing meant by "cannot bear the burden." He might be able to hold on until the end, but Zhou Sheng and Elder Lu definitely wouldn't be able to.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan was gripped by despair and fear. He didn't know what to do; he was truly at a loss.

Zhang Chulan, inside the inner realm, watched the battle outside. Although the situation was as the Great King had predicted, Master Lu had forced the Yaksha King to use most of his power to stabilize his roots by using Buddhist mantras specifically designed for Yakshas, ​​turning them from being easily shattered into having the strength to fight.

Even if Yaksha King was in the worst condition, the chasm called "gap" still stood in front of everyone, unfathomable.

Zhang Chulan watched helplessly as Feng Zhenghao was about to die in front of him, and he closed his eyes, unable to bear it.

In a daze, he couldn't help but recall that when he was seven years old, after moving overnight, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his neighbor next door had an old satellite dish.

That year, he would spend every day peering out his window at home, watching the 1986 version of "Journey to the West" with the neighbor's kids.

Those were some of the few happy moments of his childhood, and the sentence that impressed him most in that memory was when he first saw the Monkey King, who gave some monkey hair to a group of monks who were being forced to do hard labor, saying, "As long as you shout 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven,' I will come to save you."

Exhausted from the torment of the will's power, Zhang Chulan took one last look at the world outside the inner realm. Seeing Feng Zhenghao about to be torn apart by the Yaksha King, he closed his eyes helplessly and whispered, "True Lord, if you truly exist, then please help me."

His voice was soft, but it was like a thunderclap, splitting open the blocked willpower. Originally, the willpower had blocked the flow of energy, but now, following the circulation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, it flowed smoothly through the limbs and bones, and finally returned to the center of the mind.

Inside the Niwan Palace, the ball of Qi symbolized by the old farmer absorbed all the power of the vows, radiating seven-colored light, and began to transform continuously. First, it transformed into an embryo, then into an infant, and finally grew at an extremely fast speed, standing up, straightening its spine, and finally reaching the sky and standing tall.

Inside the scene, Zhang Chulan stared in astonishment at the "person" whose entire body was wrapped in seven colors.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, so he naturally couldn't see their expression, but Zhang Chulan could see everything clearly from those three highly recognizable eyes.

The look in his eyes was similar to Bao'er's, yet fundamentally different. He could feel that everything about him was laid bare in the eyes of these three people, who were examining him with absolute rationality and impartiality, without a trace of emotion.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The figure watched him quietly, and finally reached out her hand to him, while a voice echoed in his mind at the same time.

"Leave it to me."

Like a bystander squeezed into a corner, he floated in his own sea of ​​consciousness, yet he could perceive every gust of wind and every wisp of demonic energy in the outside world with unparalleled clarity, and could even "see" the ferocity that suddenly froze on the face of the Yaksha King.

"You! No, you're not him!"

The Yaksha King suddenly took half a step back, his demonic face twisted into extreme panic, his bloodshot eyes wide open as if he had seen something more terrifying than death.

"Me? I don't even know who I am. Am I Li Erlang who controlled the floods? Yang Erlang from Qiuchi Kingdom? Zhao Erlang who slew the dragon? Or Yang Erlang from Guanjiang Estuary?"

Lu Jin stopped maintaining the Reverse Life Triple Technique and gasped for breath, supporting himself on his knees with both hands.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the figure suspended in mid-air.

Zhang Chulan, who usually gives off an unreliable vibe, is now like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

The sunlight fell on his face, outlining his already handsome features to an almost unreal degree. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were devoid of any earthly charm, exuding an inviolable divine handsomeness and majesty. Just one glance at him was enough to inspire fear and dread.

Lu Jin looked at Zhang Chulan, but unconsciously thought of someone.

His own mentor, Mr. Kanglong, Immortal Daying, Sanyi Sect, Zuo Ruotong.

"I don't know. All I know is that I am merely a being that people hope to exist. I was temporarily made a god by relying on the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts in this child. It can be said that my existence is meaningless. But since this child has asked for my help, I must help him fulfill his wish."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grasped the three-pointed double-edged sword that had materialized out of thin air. The gun cut through the air, outlining a perfect curve and leaving two distinct black and white traces of Qi.

The mark spread slowly like ink dripping into clear water, then intertwined and entangled in an instant, finally transforming into a black and gold greyhound with glossy fur and fierce eyes.

"I am no one now, I am—"

He slowly raised his head, and the traces left behind transformed into numerous magical treasures, which appeared around him in a circle: golden bullets, silver bows, swords, ropes, axes, and whips. The celestial hound also moved around him, baring its teeth.

"The Wondrous Dao of Pure Source, the Protector of the Nation, the True Lord of Chongning, the Great Emperor of Sichuan, the Manifestation of Divine Power!"

Yang Jian raised his three-pointed double-edged sword high above his head, and the once clear sky instantly became covered with dark clouds. The inky clouds turned into vortexes, and a gale swept up sand and gravel as it howled past. As the last two words fell, a dazzling golden lightning bolt tore through the sky and struck the tip of the sword with perfect accuracy. In an instant, golden light shone brightly, and the world changed color!

"Covered in thunder, containing lightning within!"

The moment he finished speaking, countless bolts of silver-blue lightning surged forth from his body.

Fine lace threads seemed to come alive as they rapidly moved and intertwined around his body, weaving into a suit of intricately patterned silver armor.

As the lightning swirling between the three-pointed double-edged blades intensified, each tremor of the spear caused a series of muffled thunderclaps to echo from the depths of the dark clouds overhead.

"Come! Let me see what you're capable of now that you've transformed into a demon!"

Seeing this, the Yaksha King knew that even if the other party was a fake, he was not easy to deal with. So he quickly chanted the obscure Yaksha mantra, and as the words of the scripture were uttered, the fierce aura surging from his body made everyone present shiver.

"What a fake! You think you're so great just because you got Erlang's mental cultivation technique? Heh, fine! Today, your grandpa will suffer a bit more and have a good time with you while I'm seriously injured! At worst, I'll just spend a few more years recovering and refining my root essence."

Before he could finish speaking, he roared to the sky, unleashing all his demonic power. Dark demonic energy surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption, distorting the surrounding air with violent force, cracking the ground inch by inch, and sending rubble trembling in mid-air.

"I've lived for thousands of years, what storms haven't I weathered! Can you afford to waste your fleeting, fake skills?!"

boom--!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The Yaksha King and Erlang Shen transformed into two streaks of light almost simultaneously, soaring into the sky.

Golden lightning cascaded down like a waterfall, while evil fire roared like thunder. The two completely different energy waves collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a light even more dazzling than the sun.

The collision of fire and lightning sent shockwaves flying, turning trees to dust and leaving huge craters in the ground.

The sight of gods fighting made the older generation realize what was happening, and they fled with the little ones who were still standing there in a daze.

Only after being dragged several miles away did the group stop and turn around.

In the sky, two blurry figures continued to clash, each collision causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Zhuge Qing stood there, his mind blank, unable to say a word.

This time was different from the previous two; he did not develop inner demons because of this huge gap.

But it's the inner demons that are about to emerge.

"This is truly the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts! What a mess this has caused! The Eight Extraordinary Techniques are nothing compared to this!"

The moment he said that, the entire room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at him, even Feng Zhenghao, who was panting, stopped what he was doing.

Wang Ye looked at Zhou Sheng's dark face and rolled-up sleeves, and realized that he had spoken his mind. He chuckled awkwardly and quickly covered his head.

The expected slap did not fall.

Zhou Sheng sighed, lowered his hand, and looked up at the battlefield in the sky where golden light and black mist intertwined, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Who says otherwise? Our little tricks are nothing compared to true immortal techniques."

Lu Ci stood beside Lu Liang, looked up at the lightning net in the sky, patted Lu Liang on the shoulder, and said, "Little Liang, you're in charge of the Dual-Hand Technique, but I won't allow you to leave the village."

"Grandpa, we have an agreement—"

"There's no room for negotiation on this!"

Lu Ci interrupted Lu Liang abruptly, pointing to the battlefield in the sky, and said, "Look at these gods in heaven. Who can say what the world will be like in the future? If I'm gone, only you can hold this family together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the older generation of extraordinary individuals around him all nodded slightly, their expressions solemn.

Zhuge Liang looked up at the sky and realized that the Yaksha King had only refrained from using his full strength because he was mindful of his inherent potential. Otherwise, even with Buddhist mantras and spells, he would have been instantly killed.

At this moment, looking at the truly extraordinary power in the sky, he couldn't help but wonder if he could have reached this level if he hadn't gone down the mountain.

Only Lu Linglong kept her eyes fixed on the sky the entire time.

She didn't hear a single word her elders said; she just watched as the silver lightning pierced the dark clouds, accompanied by the crisp sound of clashing weapons.

That devastating yet dazzling power captivated her gaze.

Her mouth was slightly open, her beautiful, clear eyes wide, and only one thought occupied her mind:

What a nice view.

Meanwhile, in the command vehicle in the distance, Bi Youlong stared blankly at the screen, his fingers flying across the control panel.

Dozens of dark gray military drones silently took off, flying like a swarm over the battlefield, transmitting the clearest images in real time to every director at headquarters.

At the Beijing headquarters, Zhao Fangxu watched the live feed on the screen in front of him. Outside the window, thunder and rain raged, giving him a sense of being there.

When he saw Zhang Chulan casually wave his hand and use lightning to nail the Yaksha King to the mountain wall, causing the mountain to crack rapidly with spiderweb-like fissures, and the mountain to crumble like Longhu Mountain, he slowly took off his glasses and rubbed his brow with his fingertips.

The city lights outside the window were dazzling, and thunder and rain were pouring down, but his heart felt cold.

The thing he least wanted to happen, in the end, did happen.

High in the sky, Zhang Chulan loosely clenched his left hand.

Without any warning, the phantom of a mountain-splitting axe suddenly materialized in his palm. The moment the giant axe sliced ​​through the air, it created a series of sonic booms, and silver-blue lightning danced wildly on the axe blade, dyeing the surrounding clouds gold.

He didn't even make any extra movements; with just a slight twist of his wrist, the giant axe, as large as a small mountain, came crashing down on the Yaksha King with an aura that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Upon seeing this, the fear in the Yaksha King's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an almost manic ecstasy. He threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice hoarse and ferocious: "Haha! An imposter is an imposter! If the real Yang Jian had come, I would have been crippled, if not dead. But you? Heh heh, die!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of pitch-black demonic blood. The blood mist dissolved upon contact with the wind, merging into his arms. A sickening cracking sound followed, and the backs of his hands suddenly swelled up as several foot-long, pitch-black bone spurs pierced his skin, sprouting forth with a foul, bloody sheen. The bone spurs were covered in barbs and swirled with thick, black demonic energy.

With a roar, the Yaksha King stomped his feet in mid-air, transforming into a black lightning bolt as he charged headlong into the mountain-splitting axe.

Outside, the fighting was devastating, but inside the space of consciousness, it was so quiet that one could hear their own heartbeat.

Zhang Chulan was peering through the "window" with great interest, muttering to himself, "True Lord! He's insulting you, beat him up!"

Erlang Shen replied irritably, "What are you cutting? I'm about to collapse. The power of a thousand years of incense offerings can only last me two more minutes."

Zhang Chulan froze instantly upon hearing this, shouting incredulously, "What?! True Lord, you're not kidding me, are you?!"

"Why would I lie to you? I am a collection of wishes. I only have a brief moment of consciousness thanks to your Eight-Nine Arcane Arts. But I am not the real Yang Jian. I have already done enough to get to this point with the power of a thousand years of incense offerings. Unless you can summon the Three Pure Ones, I alone cannot defeat the true demon king. It is best to run now. Although I am a fake True Lord, you have the True Arcane Arts. In the future, you may not be unable to fight this monster."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan instantly turned into a puddle of mud, saying, "What should we do? Even if the King is fast, it will still take several more minutes for him to arrive. If the King could arrive sooner, what is Red Boy worth!"

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"Your Majesty? Huang Feng? You mean, as long as we can hold out until he arrives, he can handle it?"

"Of course! Back in Longhu Mountain, the Great King fought four monsters alone without sustaining a single injury, let alone now that there are two severely crippled monsters."

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Yang Jian stroked his chin and pondered for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay, then I'll hold out for another five minutes."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly unleashed all his power. The previously gentle, flowing rainbow colors instantly transformed into raging flames, burning wildly.

The entire space of consciousness trembled violently, and the thunder outside suddenly became even louder.

Yang Jian's figure became increasingly blurred in the flames, but his gaze was more resolute than ever before.

Almost simultaneously with the ignition of the seven-colored flames in his consciousness space, Zhang Chulan's aura in reality suddenly surged.

The silver lightning that had been flowing smoothly suddenly exploded, transforming into intense golden-red electric light that enveloped its entire body.

His figure flickered for a moment before disappearing completely, so fast that not even a residual image remained; only a deafening sonic boom echoed in the sky.

The next second, a dull thud of flesh and bone colliding echoed throughout the battlefield.

The Yaksha King didn't even see how the other party moved; he only felt an irresistible force coming from his chest, as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding mountain.

He clearly heard the "crack" of his sternum breaking, and his whole body plummeted straight to the ground like a cannonball being fired.

"boom--!"

The Yaksha King's body slammed heavily onto the hard ground, the enormous impact causing the ground to cave in.

He slid across the ground like a sculptor, carving a deep trench tens of meters long in the scorched battlefield. The rubble and soil along the way were kicked into the air, forming a long trail of billowing dust.

Smoke and dust billowed, and deep ravines meandered.

Before Yaksha King could break free from the momentum of his gliding motion, he felt a weight pressing down on his chest, an irresistible weight pressing down on him.

He looked up and saw Zhang Chulan looking down at him, his eyes as cold as ice.

"cut."

One word, a simple and understated statement.

The next second, countless demon-slaying swords roared out from the void, like an impenetrable golden net, covering the Yaksha King.

The rain of swords was so dense that even sunlight couldn't penetrate it; the entire space was filled with golden sword light.

The Yaksha King let out a desperate roar, gathering bone spikes in front of him to form a thick black shield.

The demon-slaying sword struck the shield, making a crisp "clanging" sound, and the shield thinned and cracked at a visible speed.

He was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the rain of swords fell, his demonic power slowly being depleted. He roared, his eyes wide, "You're insane! You finally achieved the true form of incense offering, and you're burning it like this, are you trying to be reduced to ashes?"

Erlang Shen laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the clouds.

"Cherish your life? I have no life to cherish anyway!"

He pushed off with his feet and soared into the sky.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword pointed straight at the sky. In an instant, all the dark clouds gathered, and countless bolts of brilliant lightning coiled around the blade like dragons.

With each tremor of the blade, a thunderclap resounded between heaven and earth, as if the entire Three Realms were cheering for his final battle.

"I am unworthy of the incense offerings I have received for thousands of years. Today, I am able to use this body to slay the demon. Why not give this life to you?"

He pointed his spear downwards, his voice like thunder, his spirit soaring: "All that has happened before is like yesterday's death, all that is to come is like today's birth. Now, with a false body, I slay the true demon. How exhilarating!"

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"True enemies are hard to destroy, false ones are easy to eliminate. Let me fight to my heart's content!"