Chapter 39: Multiplayer Instance!? Hell Difficulty! (Seeking monthly votes, seeking...)

At this moment, Jiang Yan was swept away by the long river of history, sinking continuously into an endless sea.

Thick dust of history drifted all around, hiding an unknown amount of terror.

"At least let me rest for a while before throwing me into the dark room again?"

Jiang Yan felt helpless; the first time in his life he had been seamlessly transitioned, it was actually...

The long river of history!

It looked cool when he killed a Dao Foundation cultivator while being at a lower realm, but the price he paid was not small.

Even though he had swallowed a large swarm of flies through the Shadow-Eating Serpent to recover some Qi and blood, he was still in a weakened state.

Entering a Sickness Domain at a time like this,

it was truly a hell-mode start!

Fortunately, he had a fully-functional Coffin Spirit by his side, so he wouldn't be left to be slaughtered.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the dust of history dissipated, and the world before his eyes suddenly changed its appearance.

The golden crow set in the west, the setting sun like blood.

Before him appeared an ancient temple with red walls and grey tiles; the eaves were shaped like scales, winding and protruding like crouching ridge beasts, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

Hanging above the temple entrance was a plaque with black characters on a red background, inscribed with three ancient glyphs.

Monkey King Temple.

And behind the temple, one could vaguely see a lush peach orchard, with flower buds in bloom and clusters of bright red fruit.

Surrounded by mountains, it stretched as far as the eye could see.

It didn't feel like entering a Sickness Domain; instead, it felt like a paradise on earth.

The dust of history surged over, breaking this fleeting sensation, and quickly formed familiar information.

[Historical Beacon — Turbid Flow Grade A]

[Location: Monkey King Temple]

[Task Description: You have entered a mysterious temple where the monks worship a sculpture named the "Monkey King." Every night, mysterious heartbeats can be heard, and strange phenomena occur, such as blood seeping from the walls and blood-red peaches growing in the back orchard.

Because of this, it is respected by living beings who believe the Monkey King has manifested, worshipping it; the incense is thick during the day, but no one comes at night.

The abbot here welcomes anyone to stay, but warns them to follow the temple's rules, as violating them will lead to unknown dangers.]

[Main Task 1: Enter the temple, stay for at least one night, and ensure you do not become diseased.]

[Main Task 2: Explore the hidden secrets of the temple; reaching 20% completes the task. The more detailed the exploration, the higher the rating.]

[Current Progress: 1%]

"Are... are you okay?"

A weak voice came from behind Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan turned his head and found that the speaker was a girl in a white dress with hair reaching her waist; she had a gentle appearance and a pair of clear, watery eyes looking at him with concern.

Beside her were three other people.

A young woman wearing a black tactical suit, tall and slender with long, straight black hair; her expression was cold, and her features were ninety percent similar.

They were likely twin sisters.

Their clothes were stained with dust, and they looked travel-worn.

A middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit, slightly plump, holding a briefcase with a kind expression.

The last person was a yellow-haired guy.

Literally.

He looked to be in his twenties, with short hair, wearing a black tank top that revealed muscular arms; he had slanted eyes and kept looking at people sideways, playing with a butterfly knife that danced at his fingertips, seemingly not taking the Sickness Domain before him to heart.

With this modern style of dress, it was no surprise that he was a History Walker.

"It's actually a multiplayer instance; I wonder if there are any colleagues from the History Correction Bureau?"

A thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind, but he had no intention of revealing his identity.

History Walkers were a mixed bag.

There were many hostile forces to the History Correction Bureau, making it easy to become a target.

Besides, one's own people... weren't necessarily reliable either.

For Jiang Yan, having more people wasn't a bad thing.

He needed someone to stand in front right now to buy him time to recover his state.

Jiang Yan was observing them, and they were observing Jiang Yan.

But this guy who had suddenly appeared had no color in his face, his footsteps were unsteady, his breathing was heavy, and he looked like someone suffering from a serious illness.

His strength was about the same as theirs, all at the Spirit Opening Realm.

Seeing this, the others immediately lost interest and quickly looked away.

They were afraid that if they were a second too slow, the other party would die right in front of them.

Seeing Jiang Yan so weak, the girl in the white dress felt a surge of sympathy; after thinking it over, she handed him a bottle of pills and said:

"This is a Qi-Replenishing Pill; it can restore Qi and blood."

The girl in black to the side saw this and wanted to say something, but swallowed her words.

"Thank you, I will remember this favor."

Jiang Yan thanked her, his gaze filled with surprise.

He hadn't expected... to meet a good person.

After the light from the Lamp of Ashes scanned the pills and confirmed there were no issues, he swallowed one, quickly replenishing his Qi and blood.

Come to think of it, who would poison a guy who looked like he was about to die at any moment?

However, in the eyes of the others, this action labeled him as a drug-addicted, unsuspecting sickly ghost.

The girl in the white dress smiled, happy for this trust, but catching a glimpse of the girl in black's increasingly ugly expression, she quickly straightened her face...

Putting on an act that she was fierce and didn't want to continue feeding him.

The girl in black sighed and broke the silence:

"Everyone should have seen the mission; we are not enemies. Our goal is to complete the mission and return alive, so we can definitely cooperate.

You can call me Xiao Hei, and this is my sister, Xiao Bai."

Xiao Bai greeted them softly: "Hello, everyone."

The man in the suit said: "You can just call me Suit Man. Xiao Hei is right; cooperation is a win-win. To be safe, let's compare our mission information first to prevent any cognitive biases."

"My name is Sima Luoshui."

Jiang Yan spoke weakly, looking like he didn't have long to live.

Hearing this, the corner of Suit Man's mouth twitched slightly.

Not only could this guy not be a help, he might even be a burden.

But on the surface, he still had to put on an act.

Suit Man nodded coldly to show he understood, then fixed his gaze on the muscular yellow-haired guy, harboring expectations.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment after hearing Jiang Yan's name, thinking to himself that someone would actually have such a name. Facing everyone's curious gazes, he said aloofly:

"Call me... Huang Mao."

Afterward, he laid out his mission information.

Jiang Yan added some details from the side, but no one cared.

One had to admit, it was very realistic.

Suit Man breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Everyone's mission is the same, so there's no need to worry about holding each other back."

"The mission prompt says we must follow the abbot's rules. Could it be a rule-based Sickness Domain?"

"Then aren't we dead for sure?" Xiao Bai shivered.

Xiao Hei's expression was grave: "According to the description, even if it's not rule-based, it implicitly shows that the abbot here is very strong. He might be a peak Dao Foundation or even a Law Seed Realm expert."

"That's impossible, right?"

The butterfly knife in Huang Mao's hand paused as he raised a question:

"Doesn't that only appear in Sickness Domains at the Clogging Stage?"

Xiao Hei glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "The long river of history is constantly becoming diseased; no one knows if special circumstances will arise. After all, Sickness Domains are not immutable and can also level up."

"Indeed."

Suit Man said with a grave expression: "We cannot judge the old era by common sense. Even if the abbot is only a common Dao Foundation, we would have no power to parry given his home-field advantage."

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Huang Mao frowned, just about to say something,

Click, click, click!

The temple gates suddenly opened, and everyone went on alert.

However, what walked out was not a terrifying, ferocious demon, but a plump monk draped in a green cassock.

He wasn't obese, but rather of the "fat-wrapped-in-muscle" type; his head was shiny, he had a ring of incense scars, and he held white prayer beads that made a "clack-clack" sound as his fingers moved them.

Behind him followed a dozen or so little novices in grey robes, with fair skin and pious expressions.

Their appearance was no different from ordinary humans, making it impossible to tell if they were humans of the Sickness Domain or a demon's disguise.

The leading plump monk pressed his palms together and said softly:

"I am the abbot of Monkey King Temple, dharma name Shou'e. Guests from afar, have you come to pay respects to the Monkey King?"

Please vote for monthly tickets, follow the updates, and provide recommendation votes; I am promoting a friend's book.



(End of chapter)