Chapter 178

Below the giant gate stood many bronze statues.

Each statue had a different appearance.

They had stern faces and turbid eyeballs, staring coldly at Jiang Jian.

"These statues don't look like dead objects."

"But they don't have a trace of life energy either."

Jiang Jian frowned, passed through the bronze statues, and walked into the city gate.

The moment he entered Zhuan Lun City.

The darkness in front of him faded rapidly, clearly revealing three roads.

The first road was built on a cliff, as narrow as a single-plank bridge.

It was covered with white bone thorns and flesh and blood, with a pitch-black abyss below.

The second road was a wide avenue where light fell, with cloud-piercing palaces appearing on both sides, heavenly maidens dancing, and strings of music playing.

The third road was a stone bridge leading to hell, with Yaksha ghosts and monsters standing in rows, surrounded by eerie crying and noisy clamor.

The laws of the wonderland appeared.

Silently.

Jiang Jian already knew that he had to choose one of the three roads to continue exploring the wonderland.

Each road led to the Tenth Hall at the end.

One of the differences was the different spiritual resources along the way.

Besides that, there were other differences.

But Jiang Jian did not yet know the laws implied in them.

"The guide messenger once said that the wonderland is materialized based on the fantasies and thoughts of Earth's history."

Jiang Jian looked at the three roads, his eyes showing thought.

"The first road is a cliff single-plank bridge, a bridge of flesh and bone."

"Its meaning is complex, perhaps being in a dangerous situation, always drifting between dangers."

Thinking of this.

Jiang Jian's gaze looked at the second road.

This road was the brightest and looked extremely tempting.

But in it, there was a vague sense of falsehood.

The third road should be the most realistic.

At first glance, it was very consistent with Earth's mythological legends.

In just a few seconds.

Jiang Jian already had his own judgment.

The first road had great danger, but the spiritual resources in it would definitely not be small.

The second road contained a falsehood that was almost overflowing.

The third road should be the most realistic, leading to the Tenth Hall, the fastest.

At the same time.

The guide messenger stood outside the dimensional wall, arms crossed, looking playful.

"A confident brave man would choose the first road, not afraid of any danger, just to get the maximum benefit."

"A smart person with a firm Dao heart would point directly to the truth and choose the third road."

"Which road will you take?"

In front of it, there was nothing.

But in its pupils, the scene of Zhuan Lun City was reflected, incredibly clear.

The next second.

The guide messenger suddenly froze, its pupils shrinking sharply!

"How is this possible!?"

It stood stunned, muttering in a low voice.

In Zhuan Lun City.

After Jiang Jian made his judgment, he didn't hesitate at all and stepped directly onto the bright avenue with heavenly music in his ears!

This was the second road that looked extremely fake and not real at all!

Boom!

The light and shadow in front of him changed drastically!

All the scenes shattered with a roar, and then reorganized quickly in a very short time.

Bringing Jiang Jian to a brand-new world.

It was also Zhuan Lun City.

But at this time, Zhuan Lun City was suspended among heavy clouds.

In the middle was a white jade heavenly ladder.

It was thousands of miles wide, and its height was unreachable, sitting high at the end of the clouds, straight up to the heavenly palace.

On both sides of the heavenly ladder, immortal palaces stood in rows, golden light fell, and golden lotuses surged from the ground.

Heavenly maidens flew around, and strings of music played in the ears.

All around were immortal birds and spiritual beasts, and immortal officials in long robes and wide sleeves shuttled between them.

"As expected."

"Just like the mythological stories recorded on Earth hundreds of years ago."

Jiang Jian walked on the white jade heavenly ladder, expressionless.

These things in front of him were naturally fake.

But Jiang Jian's thoughts were different from others.

Zhuan Lun City itself was fake.

It's just that.

It was affected by the aura of God, seeped out of the dimensional wall, appeared in the world, and became real.

These mythological things in front of him were even more fake among the fake.

But if falsehood reaches the extreme.

Under the influence of certain forces.

It could also become real!

"Greetings to the Wang Dian!"

An immortal official with a smile on his face flew down and bowed to Jiang Jian.

"The Wang Dian comes from the lower realm and is visiting the heavens for the first time, right."

"Must follow the etiquette, so as not to be punished."

The immortal official was full of kindness.

Jiang Jian returned the smile.

The white jade heavenly ladder seemed to have no end.

Countless immortal officials and heavenly maidens shuttled through it.

Many people looked at Jiang Jian carefully, full of curiosity, discussing it.

"Seems to be from the lower realm."

"Is this the Zhuan Lun King who manages rebirth in the lower realm?"

"Looks ordinary, but actually got the opportunity to visit the heavens!"

"Seeing us superior officials, he doesn't even know how to say hello, really doesn't know etiquette!"

"A village bumpkin from the lower realm, why bother with him?"

Jiang Jian was calm, not caring about these words.

On the white jade heavenly ladder, his pace went faster and faster.

In the end, he passed by in a flash, turning into a residual image!

The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, and the heavy clouds below roared and rolled.

Jiang Jian just buried his head and moved forward, walking step by step.

Don't know how long he walked.

The white jade heavenly ladder finally extended to the end of the firmament.

"Lower realm Zhuan Lun King, stop!"

The law-enforcement heavenly soldiers appeared, their expressions cold and stern, "Summoned by the heavens, yet you don't bow!"

Jiang Jian stopped and looked at his clothes.

Since when.

On his head, he was already wearing the Wang Dian black jade crown, binding his hair, the pearls trembling slightly.

His original clothes had also turned into wide black robes.

On the cuffs of the dark black clothes were embroidered ghosts and Yama, the myriad phenomena of hell.

Suddenly.

Above the firmament, heavenly music shook the ears.

"Where is the lower realm Zhuan Lun King?"

This voice was high above, without sorrow or joy, and couldn't hear half an emotion.

Jiang Jian came back to his senses and said softly: "Here."

(End of chapter)