Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

After that, others followed suit and one by one they were possessed by a god.

After Zhang Yang arrived, he directly cured everyone of their divine possession and declared that the connection between heaven and earth was severed, and that gods could not descend to the mortal realm. All those who descended were demons possessing gods and impersonating them. As for the Heavenly King, he directly explained the mystery of the womb. The Heavenly King could not unravel the mystery of the womb, and thus he experienced countless hallucinations.

Only under the suppression of force did the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom begin to resemble a legitimate government.

Dong Wang thought it was great; Zhang Yang had been here for a month and had cured his mental exhaustion.

Zhang Yang was left alone in the courtyard again.

The tea has gone cold.

Zhang Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then frowned.

The herbal tea didn't taste very good.

I want to drink Coke, and it has to be delicious and ice-cold.

He placed the teacup on the table, leaned back in his chair, and gazed at the clouds drifting slowly across the sky.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt bored.

I originally thought that coming to this turbulent land of China would allow me to encounter some deities.

The disobedient god.

Just like the Crimson Emperor, his earth-shattering battle determined the fate of the world.

The results of it?

not a single one.

There wasn't even a shadow of a god on this land.

It makes sense when you think about it. The strength of the Unruly God is so high. If it happened every day, how could we live like this?

Therefore, on this land, only some ordinary martial arts practitioners, some ordinary armies, and some ordinary political struggles remain.

1851 years.

This era is just too boring.

Zhang Yang stood up and stretched.

The bones were cracking.

"Alright, it's time to deal with the issues in Worlds One and Two."

Chapter 43 Collapse, I've Bringed You Flames

When Zhang Yang came to his senses, he found himself standing in the void.

There is no up or down, no left or right, no color.

He is familiar with this process.

Three wooden doors stood side by side.

Gate 1, Gate 2, Gate 3.

He looked at Gate Number Three, where a piece of paper was glowing.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple hues flow layer upon layer across the surface of the paper, as if they have come to life.

The halo spread out in the void, dyeing the surrounding gray space with a colorful glow.

Wow... I was brilliant?

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, staring at the glowing calligraphy copybook, and suddenly understood something.

It wasn't some complicated logic, just an intuition, like someone had installed a switch in his brain, and with a snap, information flooded in.

The level of talent.

White, purple, gold, and rainbow.

The talent level after settlement depends on the events experienced during one's lifetime.

The more turbulent and magnificent the experience, the higher the talent level.

However, there is a limit to talent levels, and color is the limit. No matter what he does in that world or what exciting adventures he experiences, his talent will not improve any further.

Zhang Yang reached out and grasped the edge of the calligraphy copybook.

The moment the paper left the door, it transformed into a seven-colored ray of light, like a rainbow coalescing into a line that flowed into his chest.

[Settlement in progress...]

[World: World Three]

Survival time: Approximately one month

[Key Events: Arrival in London in 1851, meeting Elsa, involvement in the war of the Godslayers, falling into the fairy realm, encountering Yamantaka, fighting and killing the Red Emperor, becoming a Godslayer, killing Niaf, returning to China, and unifying the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom]

[Overall Assessment: A mortal body, yet a slayer of gods. The youngest demon king.]

[Talent generation in progress...]

[Talent: Holding Hands]

[Grade: Color]

[Effect: You can hold the hand of one person in each hand, and those people can travel with you through time.]

"...That's it?"

Color talent.

The highest level.

The effect is that it can transport people through time.

Zhang Yang stood there, stunned, for a long while.

Holding someone else's hand allows you to travel through time, but you only have two hands. If you grew a thousand hands, could you hold a thousand people and travel through time together?

He was thinking somewhat irrelevantly.

Forget it.

Zhang Yang shook these distracting thoughts out of his mind and focused his gaze on the two doors in front of him.

Whether the time travel is automatically triggered after death or you choose to travel on your own, there is a cooldown period of seven days.

Gate One, back to the world of crossover anime.

The moment they returned was just before the truck crashed into them.

He was facing a large dump truck traveling at at least 80 kilometers per hour.

The second world is somewhat uncertain.

After all, he wasn't sure if he could use his cursed power in World Two, or whether Honkai energy would conflict with his powers. The only thing he could trust was his own physical body.

This will absolutely not be affected by changes in the world.

Then Zhang Yang reached out and pushed open the door to World Two.

I can't stand it for even a moment longer.

……

A moment of disorientation.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes.

Dream.

He was in a dream.

Same as before.

Below the mountain is water, above the mountain are clouds.

A woman stood on the mountaintop, dressed in a white robe, with her back to him, holding a sword in her hand.

The wind blew from the other side of the valley, making the robes flutter.

Zhang Yang looked down at himself. His clothes were intact, his limbs were all in good condition, he could feel the wind brushing against his cheeks, hear the sound of flowing water in the distance, and smell the faint scent of grass and trees in the air.

That's so true.

But he knew it was a dream.

Because the real Xuanyuan Sword is not in her possession.

The real Xuanyuan Sword should be on the table in the guest room of Zizai Gate, next to an oil lamp that is about to burn out. Li Sushang is fast asleep outside, and Cheng Ling Shuang is meditating in another room.

Clang!

The sword was right in front of me.

Last time, Zhang Yang didn't see anything.

My vision blurred for a moment, and then I knew nothing more.

Life was cut off in an instant, without even the real feeling of death, as if someone had turned off the power.

But this time, the sword was already within his sight, yet he felt it was moving very slowly.

The sword tip magnified in his field of vision. (Spirit)

"A mere Primordial Lawbringer dares to stand before me? He completely disregards me!"

Zhang Yang extended his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and pointed forward slightly. He said...

The inner flames within his dantian exploded violently, condensing into a crimson seal script—"Group".

The character “梦”.

The fiery seal exploded in the air.

In an instant, the entire space was ignited.

The mountain is on fire.

The water is burning.

The clouds are burning.

The sky is on fire.

This naturally includes the woman with the sword.

A hint of bewilderment could even be seen on his blurred face.

No, what happened?

He was just an ordinary young man a moment ago, how did he suddenly become like a ghost or god?

What happened?

The entire dream, starting from the farthest boundary, is like a painting that has been set on fire, spreading from the edge to the center.

The mountain's outline twisted in the flames, the water's reflection evaporated in the firelight, and the clouds churned, turning into a crimson sea of ​​fire.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is the ceiling of the guest room.

Earthen walls, wooden beams, old but clean.

The oil lamp on the table was almost burned out, the wick struggling on the shallow oil surface, making a faint crackling sound.

Moonlight streamed in through the window.

The Xuanyuan Sword was on the table.

The sword is dark gold with flowing patterns.

Wow!

A flash of crimson fire streaked across the surface of the sword, as if it had been ignited, or perhaps it was a dream.

"Should we wake them up now? Forget it, let's do it tomorrow morning."

Zhang Yang gently placed the sword back on the table, then sat down cross-legged.

Place your hands together, palms facing up, on your knees.