Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

His body was dragged through the rubble and debris, breaking two charred wooden beams, and flying toward a closing quantum tunnel.

"Uncle Ma!" Li Sushang exclaimed, about to rush over.

Fu Hua was faster than anyone else; her figure left an afterimage in place, and in the next instant, she had already chased after them for more than ten feet.

Zhang Yang followed closely behind, and the flame in his dantian suddenly surged, the fire energy exploding from his feet, propelling his body forward.

The edges of the tunnel were rapidly narrowing, and the purplish-red light curtain seemed to be squeezed from both sides by something, about to close completely.

Fu Hua didn't slow down and charged straight in.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yang rushed in.

The quantum tunnel closed abruptly behind the two, and the crimson light curtain vanished into the air as if it had never existed.

"Grandmaster! Zhang Yang!"

Li Sushang rushed to the spot where the tunnel disappeared, reaching out to touch it, only to find empty air: "Where's the tunnel? Where did it go?"

Otto looked at the spot where the tunnel disappeared, then at his surroundings, his brow furrowing slightly: "The space here has been distorted. The appearance and disappearance of the tunnel are irregular. It could be the Herrscher of Domination doing it intentionally, or it could be that the concentration of true energy around Sky Peak is too high, causing the spatial structure to be unstable."

Li Sushang panicked: "What do we do? Grandmaster and Zhang Yang are inside, Uncle-Master Ma has been arrested, we..."

“We’ll take the mountain path.” Cheng Ling Shuang straightened up. “Tianqiong Peak is up there; we can just walk up.”

Li Sushang: "Master, you make it sound so easy."

"What else?" Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at her. "Do you have supernatural speed abilities?"

"will not."

"That settles it then."

Li Sushang was speechless after hearing her words, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Su Mei watched from the side, her lips twitching slightly: "Fifth brother, you haven't changed at all."

Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at her: "You've changed a lot. You've gone from being 'unparalleled in wisdom' to 'completely crippled in martial arts'."

Su Mei's smile froze on her face.

Li Sushang gasped and quickly lowered her head, pretending to check her sword sheath.

Otto stood to the side, dusted off his white robe, and coughed. "Gentlemen, although I don't want to interrupt your reminiscing, I feel it's necessary to remind you that the being called the Herrscher of Domination currently controls the Void Archives and the Black Abyss White Flower, as well as a Imaginary Singularity that is brewing. If you don't want that Herrscher to be successfully resurrected, I suggest we act as soon as possible."

Su Mei glanced at him: "You are..."

“Archbishop Otto Apocalypse.” Otto bowed slightly. “It is a pleasure to meet you while I am sober, Sect Master Su.”

"I've heard about you six. Twenty years ago, in the battle on the Kipchak Grasslands, your Mandate of Heaven suffered a crushing defeat." Su Mei's tone was calm. "I thought you would simply respond with the excuse of defeat, forcing the government to raise taxes, which ultimately led to the collapse of Mandate of Heaven's rule."

Otto's expression remained unchanged, still bearing that elegant smile: "The Crimson Lotus Master is indeed a formidable opponent, and Destiny has indeed been selling Indulgence Scrolls in large quantities to alleviate its economic crisis, but I have already implemented reforms."

Su Mei didn't look at him again, turned around, and gazed at the mountain path leading to Tianqiong Peak.

"Are you going?" I asked.

Otto frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed: "I must go, I must retrieve the saint's remains!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine Anyway, It's Not My Fault

The mountain road was longer than I had imagined.

Or perhaps it shouldn't be called a mountain road.

The surrounding scenery had started to look strange.

The tree branches are twisted into unnatural arcs, and occasionally a few pebbles can be seen floating in mid-air on the ground, as if gravity has lost its accuracy here.

Li Sushang walked at the front, gripping the hilt of her sword, looking around.

"This place is getting stranger and stranger as we go."

Cheng Ling Shuang followed behind her, saying expressionlessly, "The space is distorted, and the concentration of true energy is too high, disrupting the rules of this area."

"The rules can be disrupted?" Li Sushang turned to look at her.

“Yes, we can,” Su Mei added, her voice slightly breathless.

Having lost her martial arts skills, she relied entirely on her physical strength to walk along the mountain path, and a layer of fine sweat had already seeped from her forehead. "My master once said that when the power is strong enough, it can change the laws governing the operation of heaven and earth. True Qi itself is a product of distorting the rules."

Otto walked at the back of the group, a few fallen leaves clinging to his blond hair, but he didn't seem to care, his eyes constantly observing the surrounding trees and rocks.

“Interesting. This level of spatial disturbance has never appeared in the records of Destiny.”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that no one was responding and that he seemed to have come to a canyon.

"..."

Otto was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Deliberately separating us? It's made things much easier for me. My old buddy, how are things going on your end?"

Logically, there should have been no response, but a sound like electricity rang out.

"This is bad, my firewall has been breached to the third layer..."

……

When Zhang Yang came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a Taoist temple.

With its blue tiles and white walls, the gate is flanked by two old locust trees with lush foliage that cast a large shadow in the afternoon sun.

A plaque hangs above the doorway, bearing three characters—

Fuyun Temple.

The ground was covered with smooth bluestone slabs and was very clean, as if it were swept every day.

"Were we teleported here? But what was that sword just now?"

“It is ‘Light Dust Willow’.”

Fu Hua circled around from the side of Fuyun Temple. His gray hair gleamed faintly in the sunlight. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his gaze fell on the plaque of Fuyun Temple, as if he were trying to identify something.

"The sword intent of Chaoyu is such that the sword body is indestructible and incredibly flexible, able to bend to unbelievable angles. It is a divine weapon that can always catch the enemy off guard."

Zhang Yang walked to her side and followed her gaze to the plaque of Fuyun Temple: "Have you been here before?"

“I don’t remember,” Fu Hua said softly. “But the layout here is very similar to the Fuyun Temple on Mount Taixu.”

"Since it looks familiar, let's go in and take a look together." Zhang Yang nodded slightly, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The interior of Fuyun Temple is simply furnished.

In the center was a hall with a wooden table and several chairs, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall with vigorous brushstrokes.

To the left is a study with several books on the bookshelf; to the right is a bedroom with a neatly made bed.

“Almost identical.” Fu Hua walked to the wall and reached out to touch the frame of the landscape painting. “The position of this painting, the height at which it is hung, and even the content of the painting… are exactly the same as I remember.”

Zhang Yang leaned against the door frame: "This was built by Lin Chaoyu. The Taixu Sword Sect was built more than ten years ago. She built a Fuyun Temple in this sect that is exactly the same as the one you used to live in, including everything inside."

Fu Hua stood in the hall for a while, then walked to the wooden table and reached out to brush the surface.

The desktop was dust-free and very clean.

She should be fifty-six years old this year.

Fu Hua suddenly said, "When I met her, she was six years old."

"At that time, the remnants of the Nine Netherworlds gathered at the Tomb of the War God, attempting to resurrect the ancient evil beast Chi You. I rushed to stop them and met her there."

“Her parents were already obsessed at the time, and I dealt with them according to regulations.”

Zhang Yang asked, "Did she see it?"

"I saw it."

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“I didn’t plan to take on any apprentices at the time.” Fu Hua didn’t answer his question directly, but continued, “After her parents died, she had nowhere to go, so she stayed with me.”

“She didn’t cry, didn’t make a fuss, and didn’t say anything. Wherever I went, she followed, like a kitten that had been abandoned.”

She paused, as if recalling some details: "Later, I taught her the Sword Heart Technique and occasionally some martial arts. But it was just to help her strengthen her body and reduce the risk of her going into qi deviation. I never thought of taking her as my disciple."

"Later I met Su Mei."

“At that time, she was still in the Oirat, and was worshipped as a goddess by the local tribes. It was a similar situation. They were troubled by the collapse, but because of her good physique, she survived. I was indeed overwhelmed at that time, so I took her as my second disciple.”

"Eighteen-year-old Lin Chaoyu also became a disciple and was appointed as the eldest disciple."

Zhang Yang was taken aback: "She only formally became an apprentice back then?"

"Yes. Before that, she was just a maid."

"Won't she feel that's unfair?"

"I don't know," Fu Hua replied curtly. "She didn't say."

She walked to the window and opened it.

An old locust tree grows in the courtyard outside the window, its branches and leaves swaying gently.

"For the next nine years, I traveled the world and adopted gifted boys and girls. I brought Ling Shuang back from Wangshan. She was only two years old at the time and had just experienced the tragedy of the Sacred Flame Assembly."

"When I adopted them, most of them were very young and needed someone to take care of them."

"Sometimes Lin Chaoyu would travel with me, and sometimes she would stay on Mount Taixu to take care of her younger junior sisters."

“From Su Mei to Qin Suyi, she raised all six children single-handedly.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang clicked his tongue softly: "Nominally she's my senior sister, but in reality she's also half a mother and half a mentor."

Fu Hua said, "Sometimes I wonder. If I hadn't taken her back to Mount Taixu, but instead handed her over to the people down the mountain, would her fate have been different?"

"Maybe she'll become an ordinary person, get married, have children, and live a mundane life."

Zhang Yang shook his head: "You think they, like you, have experienced the demonic possession of someone important to them, so they can understand your feelings and fight alongside you to eliminate demons?"

Fu Hua said helplessly, "It's a pity that the Key of Domination is alive."

Zhang Yang's voice became more serious, "This isn't just your problem. Their fears, their choices, the decisions they made... they also bear some responsibility. It's their fault, not yours."

"But……"

“No buts.” Zhang Yang said seriously, “Don’t always think it’s your fault. You have to refuse internal strife. If the world is destroyed and the Honkai is not defeated, then Mei and Kevin should take the blame. It’s not your place as a lowly soldier.”

Fu Hua shook her head speechlessly: "This is different..."

"Exactly the same. If I say you're not wrong, then you're not wrong!" Zhang Yang waved his hand: "Don't ask me why I didn't save so many people. If you have to ask, the reason is that the person who asked this question is incompetent and incapable of saving these people. These people were all killed by the person who questioned me!"

Fu Hua: "..."

After a moment of silence, Fu Hua chuckled and said, "You don't seem to feel any remorse at all."

“That’s right!” Zhang Yang proudly raised his head.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

They were perfectly aligned, like a well-trained team approaching.

Zhang Yang and Fu Hua exchanged a glance and walked towards the door at the same time.

Several people dressed in the attire of the Taixu Sword Sect were walking in an orderly fashion down the mountain path.

Their eyes were vacant, their faces were ashen, and their movements were lifeless, like a group of marionettes.

From each person's dantian, a thin, purplish-red thread extends straight up to the sky and disappears in the direction of the floating island.

Countless Honkai Beasts and Death Warriors appeared, surrounding Fuyun Temple.

Chapter Seventy: The Bishop is up to something again.

Lin Chaoyu stood at the exit of the quantum tunnel, looking at the people on the ground.

Ma Feima lay in the rubble, a blue light rope wrapped around his body, struggling desperately.

The Light Rope extended from the sword in Lin Chaoyu's hand. It was a slender, flexible sword with a bluish-gray sheen, like a willow branch in early spring, supple yet sharp.

"Don't move," Lin Chaoyu said. "The more you struggle, the more it will hurt."

Ma Feima looked up and saw her.

Her face, which used to always have a gentle smile, was now as white as a sheet of paper.

His eyes were a little red, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

“Chaoyu…” Ma Feima’s voice was a little hoarse.