Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 454 A Master Luo Fell From the Sky (3K)

As a nobody, and also as a great philosopher.

Ron always believed that if you wanted to experience pain, you had to find a breakthrough within yourself.

Love can be heart-wrenching, and the loss of loved ones can be even more so, but nothing compares to the pain of giving your heart and soul.

At least he had never seen anyone use endless physical torture to cover up psychological pain.

This shows that in terms of the human instinct for survival, being dumped by a girlfriend or losing one's manhood will always take precedence.

Physiologically speaking, this is even more deadly and more despairing.

Those witches are just being pretentious. If we capture them, cut off their kidneys, pick their cotton, break their limbs, and throw them into the streets to beg, to be used as sex slaves, and to compete with wild dogs for food, they won't see any hope. Wouldn't the magic potion be quickly digested?

Ron stroked his chin thoughtfully, showing no intention of uttering any more words.

With a wave of his hand, thick crimson blood splattered from different directions within the mist.

It was only at this point that the cult members realized there was a stranger among them.

However, it was all too late!

Ron had already sealed off the area, and the illusion of the Punisher's withdrawal had successfully deceived everyone, leaving them completely unsuspecting.

"You're not..."

"No, don't..."

"Who are you?!"

"ah!!!"

…………

The agonizing wails, like the screams of demons from the abyss, came from all directions and echoed irregularly within the sealed burial hall.

ka ka ka-

Hehehe—

The sounds of bones shifting, spine twisting, and air leaking from the throat echoed in the dark, enclosed room.

The fog, thickened with rust and gunpowder smoke, grew even denser and spread outwards, soon enveloping the entire mountaintop.

At that moment, Ron seemed to sense something. Outside the space sealed by his authority, something was secretly, tentatively, and wriggling as it climbed towards him.

That's the smell of blood, that's the stench of filth, and the source of turmoil and disaster!

"Haha, it's done!!!"

The boy's lips curled up into a warm and comforting smile.

He slashed his right hand across his left wrist, and golden divine blood flowed out.

This extremely strong aura of the end times, and the symbolism of all things returning to one point, caused the surrounding red mist, which smelled of slippery metal, to boil instantly.

Everything around began to increase entropy rapidly, going from order to chaos, and from chaos to nothingness.

In an instant, a deafening roar seemed to explode in Ron's ears, making the handsome young man's smile even brighter.

With his lips smirking and mouth wide open, revealing his teeth, Ron appeared even more insane.

coming!

The all-knowing and all-seeing gaze was cast outwards, and from a strange angle, he saw a blood-red city, which was climbing the edge of the gray fog with symbols of masculinity and femininity.

Although it couldn't advance an inch, it stubbornly moved closer to Ron's side.

The undisguised malice and blatant provocation made the blond boy understand the purpose of the "City of Calamity".

It wants to eat itself!

"Hmph, ugly as they are, yet they dream big..."

pat-

Time stood still, and its effects spread from Ron's location, continuously seeping into the blood-red city.

The boy clenched his right hand forward and pulled it back sharply, erasing the conceptual distance in space and connection, and forming a door in front of him with concepts such as "passage", "overlap", and "unstoppable".

This is the ability that the "Creator" bestows upon creation, just as birds are born to fly and humans are born with wisdom.

Ron hurried, throwing in a drop of his divine blood along with a plausible, imagined identity, and then closed his eyes, secretly maintaining this fragile connection.

…………

"The celestial signs are Venus, which signifies war and destruction; the same applies to Mars."

"The three constellations and the twenty-eight constellations are all my guides. In the northern sky there is a red thing like a mat, more than ten feet long. Some say it is red gas, some say it is a crack in the sky. After that, disasters will befall us."

Inside a dilapidated temple, an old man with white hair and beard squinted his eyes, and as if sensing something, suddenly raised his head and looked straight up at the pitch-black sky.

He wore a bright yellow cloth robe with a front that reached his ankles and sleeves that were more than two feet four inches wide, the sleeves fitting his body.

The old man's eyes were bright, flashing with silver light, as if divine light was overflowing from them.

"Master, what does that mean?"

At this moment, a pretty young woman who looked to be about twenty-one or twenty-two years old next to the old man frowned slightly, her tone full of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"We're in big trouble!"

"My disciple, the ominous star shines brightly, its light flashing like fire reaching the sky; it's coming for us!"

"With all three plates (Heaven, Earth, and Man) deviating from their intended paths, and unpredictable changes, it means bad luck is just around the corner!"

Although it was bad luck, the old man was not worried. Instead, he made a prediction while "observing the stars," and patted his apprentice on the shoulder in a comforting manner.

"This bad luck is probably targeting you. As for me, I'm way past that stage. Don't worry, I'll stay far away from you!"

"Even if it does have an impact, I have ways to mitigate it, so don't worry!"

"..."

Upon hearing his unreliable master say this, the apprentice, whose face was somewhat dirty, remained silent.

Am I worried about you? I'm worried about myself!

"Hiss, but why is this jinx getting bigger and brighter?!"

"This isn't right!!!"

Destiny is about fate and variables. Stargazing and metaphors are just for easy interpretation. Those who observe celestial phenomena are observing themselves and the overall energy of the world, not actually looking at the stars.

"Master, that calamity star is indeed getting bigger and bigger, and it's even golden!"

"How could you see my celestial phenomena? Don't try to fool your master..."

"Damn it, run! Something's falling from the sky!!!"

boom--

"屮!"

Amidst the ruins, Ron raised his middle finger, offering a gentle greeting to the entire "City of Calamity" family.

Although he saw that there was still civilization in the city, Ron did not choose to go there.

First, because it is inside the City of Calamity, not the real world, there is no benefit there.

Secondly, it was naturally because the level of activity of the City of Calamity was somewhat beyond Ron's expectations. This guy saw him as if he had seen a peerless beauty, and always wanted to get close to the boy and take him in.

These Source Beings really need a good beating; they're just like the original Seven Gods of the Northern Continent!

Ron got up from the ground, wiped the dust off his smooth skin, and clenched his fist, realizing that most of the power he had received was gone.

Some were intercepted outside, while others were dealt with in the "City of Calamity".

"Only a demigod... but thankfully, his essence hasn't changed..."

As for whether the main body can exert more influence and be given more power?

The answer is certainly yes.

However, Ron dared not project too much, because this was a smuggling operation, and it would be bad if the Celestial Venerable discovered it.

Only then did Ron, with his long blond hair, bright golden eyes, delicate features, and chubby cheeks, have time to look around.

The scene before my eyes was one of utter chaos.

Dust filled the air, walls collapsed, bricks and tiles were piled up haphazardly, and even the wooden beams were crushed into three pieces by the handsome young man.

"I'm lucky, I didn't expect to run into a local resident!"

His gaze swept over the boy again, and a hint of joy immediately appeared on the blond boy's face.

He took short steps, crawled naked out of the ruins, and waved to the two people standing outside the ruined temple.

His face was smeared with coal dust, his hair was messy, and he was dressed in cloth. When the apprentice saw the boy's appearance, his face turned red. He immediately covered his face with his hands and began to mutter to himself, making him look like a virtuous gentleman.

"Do not look at what is improper; do not look at what is improper; do not look at what is improper."

However, her rapid breathing and the dark eyes hidden behind her fingers betrayed her.

Is this my jinx? So cute, I'd be willing to stay with you for life!

"Calm down, stop embarrassing me. 'Calamity star' is just an ancient metaphor, mainly referring to the bad luck that will befall our lineage after we receive our ordination and reach a certain level!"

"Tomorrow, you'd better copy the True Explanation of Feng Shui ten more times and give it to me!!!"

Seemingly sensing his apprentice's thoughts, the old man with the goatee raised a brow.

He first gave his apprentice's wooden fish head a sharp tap, then stepped forward, bowed to Ron, and said in standard Mandarin:

"This humble Taoist priest is Xuanxuzi of Xuankong Temple. May I ask who you are?"

Falling from the sky, with the entrance still closed, one is either a demon or a madman; such rationality is rare indeed.

Upon seeing this calamity descending from the sky, Xuanxuzi's eyes flashed as if he had noticed something different about Ron. He stood in front of his disciple, becoming extremely vigilant and preparing to slay the demon.

Cultivating in the lowest of the low isn't necessarily bad, but it's not the path to heaven. It has all sorts of hidden dangers. You might end up splitting in the middle while you're practicing, or getting blisters all over your body, and developing eyes and sharp teeth.

Although the orthodox methods are not much better, at least there were predecessors who made it work.

"Well……"

This time it was Ron's turn to be stunned, because his style seemed quite different from the place.

After frowning and pondering for a while, just when the old man thought Ron was a fool, he imitated the old man opposite him and cupped his hands in greeting.

"I am Yuanshi Tianzun, and I have now wandered here. Do you have any money on you?"

"When I regain my immortal status, I will... uh, repay you with a thousandfold gratitude?"

This scene seems familiar.

"Sigh, he really is still an idiot!"

Those who practice the lowest of the low never have a good ending, it's such a pity...

What a wonderful person he was, yet he was tormented into a mental illness.

Upon seeing the blond boy's unusual behavior, the old Taoist priest's eyes revealed a hint of pity.

"Master, can you cure him?"

"Foolish child, you can't be cured, you're beyond saving. Even if you haven't fallen into this state yet, it's only a matter of time!"

After saying that, the master and apprentice looked at Ron with those piercingly pitying eyes, which made the blond boy jump up and down.

"I am truly the Primordial Celestial Lord!!!"

"Ah, yes, yes, you are, we know!"

Those who cultivate the Tao never argue with fools.

(End of this chapter)