Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

A familiar mist appeared, bewildering Zhou Chen's five senses, before dissipating as usual.

Having entered the old world for the third time, Zhou Chen was already extremely familiar with the scene.

He skillfully rolled over in bed, stood up, and strode outside.

The artificial hill and flowing water came into view. Zhou Chen scanned his surroundings again but found no other traces of relics.

"We can only search along the corridors."

He looked at the deep corridor extending from beside the artificial hill and flowing water, which resembled a giant beast with its mouth open, ready to devour someone.

Zhou Chen casually chose the right-hand corridor, which was closer to him, and slowly walked into it.

The corridors, beams, pillars, and railings are all painted with vermilion lacquer, and the tops are carved with intricate cloud and dragon patterns, indicating that the owner of this residence must have been either very wealthy or of high status.

But now, this elegant courtyard is empty, with only the babbling water flowing endlessly.

"Tap tap..."

Zhou Chen walked slowly, and his footsteps inevitably made a sound on the corridor floor tiles.

After walking along the corridor for a while, a small, cramped house with a Bagua mirror hanging at the door came into view.

The door to the house was not locked, and a small crack was visible.

Zhou Chen held his breath and slowly approached, peering through the crack. He saw several warm-glowing crystals embedded in the wall, illuminating the furnishings inside clearly.

In the center of the room stood a half-closed shrine, the incense and candles on both sides of which had long since gone out, leaving only red tears hanging on the base.

In front of the shrine, a bright yellow prayer cushion sits in the center, with two deep indentations in between, indicating that people often come here to worship and pray.

After examining the area for a while and confirming that there was no danger, Zhou Chen slowly pushed open the door.

"A relic of a breakthrough!"

The moment Zhou Chen stepped into the room, which was clearly used for worship and prayer, his attention was immediately drawn to two balls of white light.

Without bothering to examine the shrine before him, Zhou Chen strode over and reached out towards the two beams of white light.

[Obtained Breakthrough Relics *2]

Name: Zhou Chen

【00:00:00】

【Fine: 1.1】

[Qi: 0.0]

【God: 1.5】

[Skill: Archery (Beginner, 1%)]

【Tracking (Beginner, 2%)】

[Trap (Beginner, 50%)]

[Relic: Breakthrough Relic (Beginner) *2]

"Based on the previous calculations, these two breakthrough relics can only improve the progress of entry-level skills by a quarter. Even if all points are added to archery, it will be difficult to improve it to another level." Zhou Chen pondered as he looked at the panel.

"And improving trap-laying skills is not very useful."

After much deliberation, Zhou Chen decided to keep the two breakthrough relics, just like last time. If he could obtain more breakthrough relics in the future, he could directly upgrade his archery skills to the proficiency level.

At that time, one's strength will be elevated to another level.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Chen calmed his mind and focused his attention on the most important shrine in the room.

"What do the gods worshipped by the native inhabitants of this world look like?"

He walked up to the shrine and was about to lift the door that was covering it when he seemed to remember something.

He immediately stepped back half a step, bowed to the shrine, and then stepped forward.

"Hmm?" Zhou Chen opened the shrine, but was stunned for a moment.

The interior of the exquisitely crafted shrine was completely empty, with no statues of deities enshrined within.

Zhou Chen moved closer and, as if possessed, reached inside and touched the bottom of the shrine. A layer of extremely fine gold powder was evenly spread on it, as if it had always been there.

"Was there never any statue in this shrine to begin with, or did the statue inexplicably turn into gold dust and accumulate at the bottom?"

Looking at the futon with two deep indentations from kneeling not far from his feet, Zhou Chen felt it should be the second type.

After all, no one would be so bored as to spend all day bowing to an empty shrine.

Just then, Zhou Chen's eyes flashed as he noticed what appeared to be a booklet hidden under the bright yellow futon.

Suppressing his excitement, he squatted down, parted the prayer mat, and a tattered booklet appeared before him.

This was the first time he had found written information since entering the Old World.

"**Diary?**" Zhou Chen murmured, looking at the words on the tattered book.

He simply sat cross-legged on the futon and began to read the diary, which was only half full.

"Swish, swish," the pages rolled, and lines of text were written on them.

"The Qiankun Calendar, 13,600 years ago, is on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Tomorrow is the Laba Festival, but ever since the day the statue of the Mysterious Dao True Lord appeared in the city, strange things have been happening one after another. The festive atmosphere in the city has long been gone. I hope the city guards can eliminate those strange people."

"The Qiankun Calendar, 13,600 years ago, is on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month."

"It's all over, it's all over! There are more and more strange people, and another crack has appeared on the statue of the Mysterious Dao True Lord. According to those who fled from the capital, even the statues of gods enshrined in the capital are becoming unstable."

"13,600 years ago, on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Father also turned into a strange person. It turns out that those strange people were all transformed by ourselves. But why are they not afraid of pain or death? Even the city guard commander who possessed Yuan Gang was attacked and killed by that strange person."

"The 20th of the twelfth lunar month."

"The statue of the True Lord has turned to ashes, the high priest has been martyred, and I seem to have contracted an external plague; am I going to die?"

"The 21st day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Run! Run! Run!"

"Dr. Yang said this plague is incurable, and God has abandoned us..."

The handwriting in the diary was neat at first, but later on, not only did the diary format disappear, but the handwriting also became messy and illegible, which may have indicated that the writer was experiencing significant physical or mental problems.

"An epidemic?" Zhou Chen closed the diary and carefully pondered the information recorded within.

"Who is the True Lord of the Wondrous Way?"

"Yuan Gang Realm? Perhaps it's the realm of a martial artist after body tempering and internal strengthening?"

Although the words in the diary were not nonsensical, the combination of these words left Zhou Chen completely baffled.

"Could it be that gods once truly existed in this world, only to vanish into dust?"

"The plague recorded in the diary might be a highly contagious disease like the Black Death in my previous life, causing people to lose their minds, forget pain, and even die?"

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhou Chen put the diary into his pocket and searched the entire room, but he still couldn't find any new relics.

He carefully closed the door and walked into the corridor.

This world may not be as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

Or rather, an extremely powerful and terrifying force has shaped the world into what it is today.

"Let's go take a look at the other side." As soon as this thought arose, the surrounding scenery suddenly collapsed, and when I came to my senses, I was back in the real world.

Zhou Chen subconsciously touched his chest. The diary he had placed inside his clothes was now empty.

"Books cannot take us out of the old world."

"When I entered the old world, was it my soul or my entire body?"

"If you die in the old world, are you truly dead?"

For no apparent reason, Zhou Chen's thoughts drifted, and a faint sense of fear arose in his heart.