Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 1 Suddenly, the world ends.

The solar system.

Earth.

Wawu Mountain.

Inside a small, dilapidated temple dedicated to a deity named Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.

"Where...where am I!?"

Ron opened his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

The dilapidated, drafty temple and the old, peeling furniture in front of him made him question the meaning of life.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, he seemed to realize something and quickly got up to look at the only thing in the room that could reflect his image.

An ordinary-looking Taoist priest appeared in the mirror. His face was clean and beardless, and his overall expression was slightly stiff, like a puppet.

The Taoist priest was dressed in strange clothes with various odd patterns printed on them. Although the clothes were a bit worn, they were still clean and presentable.

At that moment, he was looking at Ron in the mirror with a strange expression.

"Could I have time-traveled...?"

Ron's mind exploded. He looked at the reflection in the mirror and his expression changed instantly. Suddenly, he felt a bit of a headache.

Everyone else who transmigrates becomes a handsome man or a beautiful woman, so why did he become an ordinary, penniless, and powerless Taoist priest?

Ron had just concluded that the character was unremarkable, and now he was assessing the character as having neither money nor power.

The incense burner on the main seat of the dilapidated temple was covered with a layer of cobwebs, indicating that the incense burning here was not vigorous, or even nonexistent.

"Sigh~ It seems to be no famous sect, probably just some minor local deity."

Even without inheriting the original owner's memories, Ron could guess the current situation and the miserable life he would experience in the future.

That's life; nine times out of ten things won't go as planned, and the remaining one or two times will be even more unsatisfactory.

Glug glug...

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and Ron's expression changed as he felt his stomach was completely empty, as if the body's original owner hadn't eaten in decades.

Without time to think too much, the hunger in his stomach made his vision blur and his head spin. He immediately got up and searched the dilapidated temple for any food he could find.

After searching for a long time, he found nothing; there wasn't even a pot in this dilapidated temple!

This made Ron wonder how the original owner of the body had survived until now.

Fortunately, during his search, he found several tens of yuan in change and a number of strange items.

"This one is fifteen, this one is thirty, this one is twenty-six yuan and fifty cents..."

Looking at the mysterious signs, antique bracelets, old books, and broken jade pendants in front of him, Ron endured his hunger and sorted them according to the price tags.

He had a premonition that he would have to rely on these things for food for the next two days.

"Damn! Does it have to be this bad?!"

Although he was very unwilling and complained about the unfairness of fate, Ron's body still honestly packed the goods and stepped out the door.

There was no food at home, so he had to go out to find some.

However, as the saying goes, there's always a way out.

As soon as Ron stepped outside, he took advantage of his height to see the town at the foot of the mountain.

Overjoyed, he suppressed his hunger and rushed down the mountain in two strides.

"Boss, five steamed buns and a bowl of tofu pudding!"

"Alright, young man, just a moment!"

He walked and ran for more than ten minutes before arriving at a roadside stall. Although it was almost noon, the place was not deserted.

"Have you heard? There have been quite a few deaths across the country recently!"

"Oh? You mean that widely circulated story about dying in a dream?"

"That's right, the autopsy reports so far all say sudden death, and no underlying diseases have been found!"

"Oh dear! The overtime situation is just too serious these days..."

"It has nothing to do with overtime. Experts have said it might be some unknown disease, and that appropriate overtime is actually beneficial for improving young people's abilities!"

"Oh, this..."

Smelling the aroma surrounding his nose, Ron swallowed hard while eavesdropping on the gossip at the next table.

Listening to this otherworldly expert's incredible statement, he began to doubt whether he had actually transmigrated.

"Perhaps it's rebirth? Or perhaps it's a parallel world?"

This made him suspicious, after all, the surrounding environment, the familiar language, and the atmosphere that felt like home all indicated that this was a peaceful world.

"The everyday world is pretty good too; at least safety can still be guaranteed."

The newly arrived transmigrator thought to himself.

"Perhaps extraordinary powers exist in this world? I'm a Taoist priest now, so maybe as a transmigrator, I can even have a storyline of a Taoist priest descending the mountain?"

"The steamed buns are here!"

Just as Ron was mentally speculating about what his third wife's name would be, the boss's greeting brought him back to reality.

Without thinking any further, Ron opened his mouth wide, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it inside.

Just then, a sudden change occurred. An endless gray fog descended silently, like the mist that obscures history, instantly filling Ron's entire field of vision.

Above the gray fog, an unchanging figure sat at the head of the table. The figure exuded a majestic and lofty aura, as if the entire world were merely a plaything in its hands.

"Holy crap!"

Ron gasped in surprise, the bun in his mouth getting stuck inside without him even chewing it.

Before Ron could pop the bun out of his mouth, he heard the figure utter a high-pitched, ethereal voice.

Ron couldn't understand the language at all, but he miraculously understood the meaning of the person sitting at the very top of the gray fog.

He seemed, probably, possibly, perhaps, to ask Ron how his business was going?

Although that wasn't the original quote, that's the meaning Ron translated into his mind.

Suddenly, the boundless gray fog boiled over, and the figure at the very top solidified considerably, as if the figure from before was merely a projection, or rather, a clone.

An immense pressure washed over him, and Ron felt as if he were standing at an infinite height, surrounded by invisible gazes looking down on him.

Around him, tiny twelve-segmented insects crawled out quickly, stiffly huddled together, fell to the ground, turned into specks of light, and drifted away in the wind.

"Outer Gods!"

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun looked at his former secret puppet and let out a roar.

Now is the critical moment. Most of the spirit world has collapsed, and He and that narcissist have already absorbed multiple sources of matter. Reason has reached its limit, and the aggregation of instincts is no longer under control. There is no possibility of turning back.

At this critical juncture, at this extremely crucial moment, an alien god who had never been seen before appeared at the planned location, a god who controlled space and time!

What are you trying to do? Could it be that you want to steal the peaches of me, the ruler of the spirit realm, the beacon of destiny, the incarnation of the source castle, the king of time and space, the lord of mysteries, and the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity?

No way!!!

Come here!

The world before Ron's eyes began to change, the white became whiter and the red became redder, and seven dim lights appeared in his vision, while the rest of his surroundings were pitch black and desolate.

Ron's location has been changed!

"Let there be light!"

(End of this chapter)