Chapter 434

Originally, I thought all this stuff was ridiculous—after all, the descriptions were way too flashy, and who gets that many points right after receiving a system?

Now that I've become the Primordial God, it seems perfectly normal for these things to exist.

【Military General's Cultivation·Zhao Yun】: Within one hour, you may obtain Zhao Yun's peak cultivation and weapon projection; triggering "Yun's Fury" enhances combat power and extends duration until emotion stabilizes. (The Han Empire has collapsed: first, the demon Dong seized the throne, then the extraterrestrial demon Cao Cao seized the Son of Heaven and commanded the lords, plunging the court into chaos. I, the last descendant of the Starry Dragon Clan, was blessed by Heaven to meet you—on the small Qian's Ye City, you sacrificed your dragon qi to exchange blood for me. Even though the Chancellor's divine arts have aided me, and I've witnessed futures born in lower planes, I dedicate my essence, blood, and soul to a single glint of cold light, paying the price of eternal non-reincarnation to pry open the Stone of Fate, offering my humble strength to the people's ballad, the light of Han. —General Zhao Yun of the Dragon's Courage)

At first it felt normal, but the more I read, the weirder it got—this is Romance of the Three Kingdoms or Romance of the Three Realms?

I originally thought I'd just read too much.

【All-Tiancheng Token】: Holding this token grants entry to this All-Tiancheng; it is one of twelve candidate tokens for City Lordship. If you ultimately lose the selection, you may still use this token to gain permanent tax exemption within the city. (Once a thriving All-Tiancheng—one of the multiverse's great free-trade markets—it became a shattered Void Waystation after the former City Lord Yuan Chen, for imposing excessive compulsory trade taxes and shop levies, was attacked simultaneously by an unknown Immortal Emperor who happened to enter and a demon god who had long traded here. After a great battle, the place lay desolate for years.)

It was a plain-looking black square wooden plaque, with a strange beast pattern—resembling both a tiger and an ox—painted in eerie red pigment at its center.

When I first drew this item, Su Tianfu ordered a huge stockpile of grain and bought a ticket to Florida, USA, planning to get some weapons from his old classmate and become a smuggler, but he shelved it because he didn't know how to use it.

【Wings of Ash】: A calamity artifact forged from high-concentration destruction laws; upon absorption, you gain the system power condensed by the End Beast of Calamity, capable of continuous growth by annihilating universes and absorbing extreme negative energies born within them. (When the old world burned to cinders, our wings shall be full—and creation shall begin—The Wanderer of the Primordial Universe·Lucifer)

【The Lucky God's Foolish Game (An Unequal Miracle)】: An alchemical artifact watched over by the God of Luck; grants extreme good fortune for four seconds—capable of altering reality, scrambling causality, twisting time, and defying logic.

If the user accepts the results of this good fortune, their life will thereafter suffer four random misfortunes until soul-level death occurs, with the severity of misfortune proportionally balanced against the "luck" received. (Unequal? Indeed unequal—I gained a chance to change my situation, and the price is merely my life… May my sacrifice save this world. I sincerely thank you, God of Luck—Simona)

【Spatial Computation Equation】: A universal spatial framework based on a unique zero-dimensional space. Effect: Deconstructs physical and imaginary space according to the length, width, and height of the surrounding space; the observer's perspective layer increases with rising computational power. (The fourth dimension of four-dimensional space still shares the same properties as three-dimensional dimensions—time remains a pseudo-dimension. Friend, this is the fruit of our resistance.)

"Damn, I can't sleep at all…"

"Li Huowang said my true body isn't here—that my body is in Bai Yu Jing, meaning my current self is a soul or spiritual projection? Maybe these items can't be seen because they're in my true body's hands."

"The problem is—how do I use these things under these circumstances?"

"Is the Tianqing Yu Xu Sword Meng Zhending's or mine?"

Su Tianfu couldn't sleep at all. He threw off the covers, got up, walked to the desk, took out the Bible, and began distracting himself—reading the descriptions of the Primordial God, he felt shame for the first time.

"Ah, forget it."

Su Tianfu propped his head up, bored again, and picked up the photo Zhao Shuangdian had given him.

He had no idea what she was cosplaying—probably borrowed a wig from some cosplayer at a convention—but why give me this photo? Could it be some kind of hint?

No—Zhao Shuangdian's direct personality would never be like the little girls Su Tianfu had met before; there's absolutely no hidden meaning—only literal gratitude.

So why did she thank me? Why give me a photo as a gift? I'm not some young guy who needs ritual materials.

Since this involved Confused Siming, as Li Huowang mentioned, Su Tianfu began recalling whether Zhao Shuangdian had done anything unusual when giving him the photo. Come to think of it—why did Zhao Shuangdian come to worship the Primordial God?

Su Tianfu sensed something odd: himself, Yi Donglai, Wu Qi, and Zhao Shuangdian—the temporary residents of this church—were only four people. "She just brought five cups of milk?"

"Ba Chengqing is dead." Ba Nanxu lay on the bed, staring at the cup of milk Zhao Shuangdian had set down, speaking slowly.

Her face was pale, lips bloodless, one hand limp at her side, a long open wound on her back—apparently cauterized with some burning method to forcibly stop the bleeding.

"Mm." Zhao Shuangdian nodded, and together with Wu Qi, began treating Ba Nanxu's wound.

"You're right—Chengqing was suspicious." Ba Nanxu fumbled with one hand, pulled out a cigarette, and trembled as she bit it between her lips. "Shit! He never intended to kill Su Tianfu—his target was us."

Ba Nanxu forced her voice low, eyes suddenly widening, her only movable hand clenched tightly—whether from rage or pain from Wu Qi's wound treatment, it was unclear.

For a long time, the room held nothing but muffled groans and the faint sounds of scissors, thread, and flesh touching.

After Wu Qi finished suturing the wound, Ba Nanxu's lips curled into a sickly smile, her eyes less weary—as if the pain had merely sharpened her.

"Chen Hongyu, Xiao Ling, Bone Brother—all controlled. Qian Fu fled badly wounded. Zhao Lei is his man. He still has Yu Sheng's other subordinates. Though Yu Sheng is growing crazier, they all follow Qingwang's orders." Ba Nanxu licked her dry, split tongue:

"They've probably been a team for a long time."

"Mm. I know." Zhao Shuangdian handed the still-warm milk to Ba Nanxu. "Drink it."

Ba Nanxu grabbed the milk and downed it in one gulp, collapsing onto the blood-stained sheets, asking:

"Sis… so at this point, tell me—can Su Tianfu, this elephant, talk to ants? Are you under his control?"

"I'm perfectly lucid—more lucid than ever." Zhao Shuangdian remained as calm as ever. "His model lacks subjective aggression. You can rest assured."

"Heh, good." Ba Nanxu stared deeply into Zhao Shuangdian's eyes, then rolled hers back and fainted.

Wu Qi murmured sutras beside her. As time passed, Ba Nanxu's remaining minor wounds began healing and scabbing at an unnatural speed.

Zhao Shuangdian opened her laptop, picked up an ink pen, and drew a long arc on the white whiteboard in the room, then rapidly scribbled mathematical formulas above and below the arc.

When the sky turned pale as fishbellies, Zhao Shuangdian finally stopped writing, and her furrowed brow relaxed:

"There's still hope."

The gloomy sky, heavy with leaden clouds, pressed low. In Jingcheng, gales began howling, making doors and doorframes bang against each other.

It didn't feel like rain, yet the atmosphere felt oppressively heavy.

The relentless noise made Li Huowang inexplicably irritable—perhaps because today was Monday, and in another world, he'd have to get up and go to school.

"Li Li-senior… I want to be Emperor." Gao Zhijian rubbed his head, grinning foolishly.

"How many descendants of the Liang royal bloodline remain? Even if we install one in Da Qi, it won't matter." Li Huowang frowned. "Being Emperor isn't easy. I've made myself clear."

Gao Zhijian nodded. Though he stuttered, he spoke slowly and clearly: "I I want… to help you. If I'm Emperor, it'll be easier. Besides, I was… I was originally the Emperor of Da Qi."

His "easier" meant helping Li Huowang and caring for the senior and junior disciples of Niuxin Village. In Gao Zhijian's heart, returning to be Emperor might suit him better than staying in Niuxin Village.

If I were Emperor, maybe Sister Chun Xiaoman would like me.

Li Huowang naturally knew what this dumb giant was thinking—but this stubborn fool couldn't be reasoned with. He had a point: as the former Emperor of Da Qi, he was naturally more suited to inherit the Dragon Vein.

It wasn't about controlling Liang—meaningless. Gao Zhijian's body was uniquely crafted from a hundred-soul woven form, forged in Da Qi's world using rare treasures, originally designed to control the Dragon Vein as a Zombie Emperor.

"I'll speak with the Si Tian Jian." Li Huowang rose, stepped behind Gao Zhijian, and suddenly struck.

Instantly, Gao Zhijian was pinned in place—the talisman buried in his body since Li Huowang's first day back in this world erupted with power.

Next, the tall man split into countless paper-thin slices—yet not a single drop of blood fell; they floated in the air, maintaining a human shape.

"Where's the dice?!"

Li Huowang's eyes widened. He searched every slice of Gao Zhijian—but found no dice in his skull. Instead, he found a note: "Since you came, you might as well steal something."

If Su Lin hadn't vouched for him, Amon would've gone straight for a bug spray.

Had he parasitized the dice all along?

Have to say, this guy really works fast, but how did he find out about this?

【60】 Have to say, this guy really works fast, but how did he find out about this?

Sacred light spilled from Gao Zhijian's flesh, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to normal.

"Li Li-senior, why did you slap me?" Gao Zhijian was baffled.

"Nothing." Li Huowang walked toward the inn's doorway: "I'm settling the bill. Come with me to the palace to see the Astronomical Bureau."

Gao Zhijian nodded dully: "Oh."

Mounted on horseback, Li Huowang and Gao Zhijian soon arrived outside the Great Liang Imperial Palace, but he frowned at the guard with a monocle at the gate: "What are you doing here?"

"Three years, then three more—of course I'm here as a mole~ Red Center, boss." The guard, Ameng, grinned: "The heavens are about to change~ Are you ready?"

Li Huowang was confused, but under Zhuge Yuan's reminder, he looked up at the sky—above the palace, a whirlwind had formed a visible stormwind, slowly expanding.

With a hiss, a purple light shot out from the center of the guard Ameng's forehead; the guard removed his monocle from his right eye socket, revealing a dazed expression.

He saw Li Huowang on horseback and immediately bowed: "My Lord Erjiu, please."

But Li Huowang paid him no mind; his attention was entirely fixed on the anomaly in the sky, as purple lights rapidly converged toward the imperial city, gathering into the stormwind.

"Why are you summoning Doumu?! Giddyup!" Li Huowang whipped the horse's rump and rushed into the palace, telling Li Sui inside his belly to prepare the powerful artifacts.

But inside the palace, he found Gu Yuan swinging his legs, lounging casually atop a stone lion, gazing at the sky; numerous Zuowang Dao disciples, each wearing monocles, their heads shaped like mahjong tiles, surrounded the palace walls, rooftops, and sky, chanting the old incantation:

"When beings suffer and call upon His name, the Great Bodhisattva hears their cries and saves them from torment—Great Compassion, Great Vow, Great Sage, Great Mercy, Holy Spirit, Mighty Light Heavenly Empress, Mo Li Pu Tian Great Sage."

Within the stormwind, a colossal die rolled endlessly, each face from one to six adorned with monocles carved from crystal.

"What are you trying to do?" Li Huowang stared at the beautiful woman dressed as a girl and warned: "Gu Yuan! You're the Astronomical Bureau!"

"Something's happened in Bai Yu Jing," Gu Yuan looked at Li Huowang, helplessly saying: "Dad, the future has changed again and again and again and again—I can't tell anymore."

Hearing this, Li Huowang yanked the reins hard; behind him, Gao Zhijian tumbled to the ground and gasped in pain.

At that moment, all the Zuowang Dao disciples shouted in unison: "Doumu Yuanjun, come quickly! Da Nuo is about to awaken!"

The clouds above vanished like bubbles; at an impossibly high and distant point, dozens of yin-yang taiji fish-like eyes appeared in the sky, blotting out the heavens.

A chaotic, twisted perception began slowly eroding Li Huowang—but compared to other corruptions he'd endured, this was merely the pain of smashing a toe with a hammer.

"Are you wondering where I got so much non-gangwind in such a short time?"

"Only one die remains out of four—how did I acquire the Wangtian Baogao to satisfy the ritual's conditions?"

"Have you all forgotten?"

The die's voice and Ameng's voice merged beside Li Huowang's ears, like laughter echoing from an impossibly distant place:

"My true body is a Sequence 0 True God, and I, am the Sequence 2 Angel of Time."

"By exploiting the bug of confusing individual concepts, I briefly gained power nearly equal to Sequence 0—then, using the True God's power to generate countless lies, recreating the spacetime that occurred here half a year ago? Easy."

"Don't worry—do you think I'd ever harm you? Hehehe, see you above, I love you, Red Center~~~ You brought me such fun things, hahahaha!!!"

It was impossible to tell whether it was Ameng or the die's true self—the two voices blended into a manic laugh.

"Hahahaha, so much fun~~ This time I'm not lying—Da Nuo is truly about to awaken!"

"Oh, you already know? Then never mind~~~"

The colossal yin-yang taiji fish rapidly expanded, like a black and white ocean; within the black sea, the white circle revealed a gigantic eye, and at that moment, all the Zuowang Dao disciples turned into light, converging into the sky to form a single monocle placed upon that eye.

The eye expressed satisfaction, glanced at Li Huowang,

and a sound like popping bubbles echoed.

The wind stilled, the waves calmed—all as if nothing had happened.

Li Huowang, backpack on his back, stood frozen; he and Yang Na had casually flagged down a taxi. The driver wore a monocle on his right eye socket; in the backseat, a severely wounded man curled up.

"How did that line go again?" Zhao Lei held the steering wheel with one hand, a die pinched between the fingers of the other; he tilted his head, pushed up his monocle, and looked at Li Huowang:

"No time to explain—get in!"

A shrill, piercing whistle came from afar.

Li Huowang's neck stiffened as he turned toward the corner behind the road—several police cars, flashing blue and red lights, were speeding toward them.

(End of Chapter)