Chapter 2: The Land of Fallen Gods

Cultivate, I want to as well.

The next morning, after finishing a bowl of plain noodles, Zhang Xingyu once again embarked on his street patrol journey.

Because of yesterday's events, there were even more cultivators coming to the town to gather information.

Looking at these cultivators with fluttering clothes and long swords on their backs, Zhang Xingyu felt envious from the bottom of his heart.

If only I could cultivate, how good that would be!

He was looking forward to the next second when a white-haired, immortal-looking old Daoist would grab his hand and say: "Young man, I see your bones are unique and your aptitude is excellent, you are a one-in-a-hundred-year cultivation talent. I am the sect leader of such-and-such immortal sect, would you like to be my closed-door disciple?"

Just as he was lost in his wild thoughts, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his arm.

He turned his head abruptly and found that the person grabbing his arm was a white-clothed man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

This white-clothed man had a long sword on his back, eyebrows like swords, and a face as cold as frost.

He raised his sword-like eyebrows and shouted coldly at Zhang Xingyu: "Mortal boy, have you heard about the treasure appearing in the mountains?"

"I've heard. Everyone is spreading the word that golden light is shooting into the sky in the mountains, there must be a treasure coming into the world," Zhang Xingyu replied with a grin.

Upon hearing this, the white-clothed man let go of his hand and turned to whisper softly to a plump red-clothed woman beside him. The two exchanged a few words, then both flew out of town on their swords.

Zhang Xingyu looked at his arm and saw five dark blue finger marks left on it.

"Damn it, what are you acting so high and mighty for, watch out for getting struck by lightning. Ouch, it hurts me to death..." He cursed in a low voice while gently rubbing his arm.

As the saying goes, illness enters by the mouth, disaster exits by the mouth.

He had just cursed a couple of times when a white lightning bolt fell out of thin air onto his head. After a crackling sound, he was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, his whole body numb, and wisps of blue smoke rose from his hair and clothes. Immediately after, he felt his body tighten, and he was tied into a large rice dumpling by a rope hanging down from the sky.

He flew up into the air. If he weren't being dangled in mid-air by someone, he would definitely be shouting with excitement.

"Oh my god, I..." Zhang Xingyu shouted in fear.

A cold wind poured into his throat, choking him so he couldn't spit out another word.

Above the rope, the red-clothed woman asked the white-clothed man suspiciously: "Senior Brother, why are you catching a mortal ant? Dragging him to fly will waste a lot of effort."

The white-clothed man laughed softly and replied: "This mortal has a very foul mouth, I originally wanted to kill him with a sword. However, I thought about it and felt he still had some use, so I spared his life for now. But Junior Sister, you are right, dragging him to fly does consume energy, let me lift him onto the sword."

A moment later, Zhang Xingyu was lifted onto the flying sword by the white-clothed man.

His heart was pounding non-stop, and it took a long time for him to steady his mind.

Under his feet was a golden flying sword, the golden sword light was three or four meters wide and five or six meters long.

The flying sword shuttled through the clouds, surrounded by mist and fierce winds, with peaks and ridges undulating below, and all kinds of scenery receding rapidly like floating light and passing shadows.

I don't know how long they flew, but the lush green mountains below disappeared, replaced by a vast white desert.

"Junior Sister, the Land of Fallen Gods has arrived, let's go down."

The white-clothed man greeted his junior sister, then steered the flying sword to descend slowly.

The flying sword landed on the edge of the desert.

The white-clothed man put away the flying sword and kicked the shivering, blue-faced Zhang Xingyu to the side.

"Junior Sister, this Land of Fallen Gods is mysterious and unpredictable, we must proceed on foot." The white-clothed man said softly to his junior sister.

After speaking, he turned his head and shouted at Zhang Xingyu: "Mortal boy, you go ahead and scout the path. If you dare to run, I will kill you with a sword."

Damn it, no cultivation, no human rights.

The west wind blew fiercely, and yellow sand rolled. Zhang Xingyu scouted the path in front against the rolling yellow sand. Before long, he felt his whole body heavy and breathing difficult. His nasal cavity and mouth were filled with yellow sand. He looked back, only to see the senior brother and junior sister supporting a protective shield and following slowly behind him, in a very relaxed and comfortable state.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and walk!" The white-clothed man kicked Zhang Xingyu on the thigh, making him stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Damn it, I curse you to die of exhausted spiritual energy!" Zhang Xingyu cursed in his heart while continuing to lower his head and scout the path.

This desert was very strange. In the dark, there was an invisible force pressing down on Zhang Xingyu, making him want to bow and kneel.

The further he went, the heavier the pressure on his body, and the more difficult his steps became.

After walking more than ten miles, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead and mercury, and every step required all his strength. Behind him, the senior brother and junior sister also lost their initial ease and comfort. Crystal clear beads of sweat gradually appeared on their foreheads, and their footsteps also became significantly slower.

Zhang Xingyu gritted his teeth and desperately walked another ten miles forward. At this time, all the strength in his body had been exhausted. He stopped. He had to rest for a while, at worst he would be kicked a few more times by that pretty boy, but it was better than being exhausted to death.

"Plop!"

The expected shadowless kick did not come, but behind him, there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. He turned around and found that the red-clothed woman was sitting paralyzed on the sand without any image. She was panting heavily, and the two lumps of fat on her chest were rhythmically shaking up and down with her rapid breathing.

"Senior Brother, I really can't walk anymore, shall we fly on our swords?" She looked at the white-clothed man pitifully and begged.

"Absolutely not! Junior Sister, when we came, Master once said that this Land of Fallen Gods has a mysterious and unpredictable power. If we fly on our swords, we will definitely be smashed into powder. Junior Sister, you should endure it a little longer." The white-clothed man shook his head and advised.

"But Senior Brother, I really can't walk anymore!" The red-clothed woman rubbed her chest and said coquettishly.

The white-clothed man rubbed his eyebrows: "Then let's rest here for a while, if it really doesn't work, I'll let that ant carry you."

A quarter of an hour later, the three of them set off again.

Fairy on his back.

This did not make Zhang Xingyu feel any excitement or joy. On the contrary, he only felt heavy pressure. There was a mountain on his back, a heavy mountain of flesh.

The three of them walked and stopped, stopped and walked.

By sunset, they had already traveled fifty or sixty miles in the desert.

The setting sun was like blood, and the cold afterglow plated the desert with a layer of faint blood red, making this vast desert appear even more desolate and lonely.

Zhang Xingyu really couldn't carry her anymore.

He sat on a sand dune, letting the mountain of flesh on his back fall into the sea of sand.

"Bastard!" Suddenly thrown to the ground by Zhang Xingyu, the red-clothed woman was furious and pulled out the long sword at her waist with a clatter.

"Black Tornado? Run, the Black Tornado is coming!"

Before the red-clothed woman could make a move, the white-clothed man's loud exclamation sounded behind them.

Zhang Xingyu looked in the direction of the sound. He saw at the end of the horizon, black clouds rolling, dust filling the air, and a huge black spiral roaring and attacking them rapidly.

Escape. Escape with all your might. Run, run stumbling.

Watching the Black Tornado chasing closer and closer, a feeling of despair surged into Zhang Xingyu's heart.

The world was filled with the howling of the wind, and the sky was filled with flying yellow sand in his field of vision.

Damn it, could it be that I, too, have to be a human flyer today?

Just when Zhang Xingyu was almost in despair, tall stone pillars appeared faintly in the sky-filling yellow sand.

Like a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw, Zhang Xingyu didn't even think about it and plunged into the circle formed by the stone pillars.

He stuck his body tightly to a stone pillar like a gecko. His ten fingers gripped the rough texture on the surface of the pillar with force.

The Black Tornado struck.

The fierce wind tore at his hands desperately, and the yellow sand hit his back heavily. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and held onto the stone pillar tightly without letting go.

Can't let go, dare not let go, if you let go, you will lose your life.

I don't know how long it passed. It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a century.

The Black Tornado finally left, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Zhang Xingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Under his feet, the accumulated yellow sand had been blown away by the tornado to a depth of four or five meters.

At this moment, he was exactly above a dilapidated temple, and the pillar he was holding was one of the pillars of this temple.

"Haha, iron shoes are hard to find, it takes no effort to get it. Junior Sister, we have found the Ancient God Temple." On another pillar, the white-clothed man waved his hand excitedly at his fat junior sister.

Zhang Xingyu steadied his mind, held the stone pillar, and slowly slid down.

There were many rough patterns on the stone pillar, which wore the skin off his hands.

Fresh blood flowed from his fingertips, staining the engraved patterns on the pillar red.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and carefully slid to the ground.

After lying on the ground for a while, Zhang Xingyu sat up and looked at this dilapidated temple.

This temple had no roof, and thirty-six golden stone pillars were arranged evenly in the hall.

Broken golden stones were scattered around the stone pillars, and scenes of gods fighting and living were carved on the surface of the stones.

In the center of the temple, a hexagonal altar revealed half of its body from the yellow sand.

On the altar, a strange golden statue was placed, with a large head, three eyes, long arms, and a firm and cold face. Around the altar, four broken servant statues knelt, some holding weapons, some holding armor, some pouring fine wine, and some offering spiritual fruits.

Seeing this, Zhang Xingyu was greatly surprised.

The scene here was so similar to what he had seen in the game in his previous life.

Zhang Xingyu, a high school senior at the No. 1 Middle School in Xijing City, China, Earth.

On June 10th, just after finishing the college entrance examination, he played a Xianxia game called "Great God" all night at home.

In the game, he followed a mysterious clue to pursue the fallen ancient God Emperor.

Vast desert, dilapidated temple, strange three-eyed statue.

The third eye on the statue's forehead seemed to have infinite magic, and Zhang Xingyu reached out to it as if possessed.

Don't reach out, reaching out will definitely cause trouble.

A flash of white light, and Zhang Xingyu came to the Xianxia World, possessing a youth also named Zhang Xingyu.

Zhang Xingyu stood up and walked slowly toward the altar, wanting to observe the statue carefully.

Just a few steps away, his soles were hurt by something.

He moved his feet, bent down, and picked up a black stone the size of an egg from the yellow sand.

This stone had many edges and faces, pitch black and shiny, and its surface seemed to have been hit by a hammer, covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Zhang Xingyu was about to put it into his arms when the red-clothed woman next to him saw it and snatched the stone away.

The red-clothed woman looked at the stone and then threw it on the ground casually.

"A mortal is a mortal, just a piece of broken obsidian, and you want to pick it up as a treasure." The red-clothed woman curled her lip and said disdainfully.

Zhang Xingyu didn't answer. He bent down, picked up the stone, and put it into his inner pocket.

"You just stand here, don't move around." The white-clothed man shouted at Zhang Xingyu.

After speaking, he took the red-clothed woman to check around the altar.

The sun set, and the setting sun shone on the statue in the hall, reflecting dazzling red halos.

The white-clothed man and his junior sister returned, their faces full of disappointment.

The red-clothed woman kicked the yellow sand under her feet fiercely and cursed in a low voice: "This ghost place, except for a few broken statues, has nothing. Master is also true, insisting on letting us come to check, causing us to run for nothing."

As soon as the red-clothed woman finished speaking, the altar in the center of the hall suddenly shook violently.

At the same time, strands of black smoke continued to gush out from under the altar.

A moment later, a gloomy and terrifying voice sounded in the hall.

"Gaga, three humans have come! That's great! It's been a long time since I tasted the soul." ===== CHAPTER 3 =====