Chapter 542

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"Li Feiyu? It's not Han Li, is it?"

"It really is Han Li."

"The Ye Zhetian Consortium and the Dan Alliance—aren't these exactly the things that exist in our current world?"

"Wait, didn't Xiao Yan and Ye Fan know each other before?!"

"Why didn't I ever see Old Demon Han in Zhutian City?"

"Li Yue. Holy shit, Yuan?!"

These were all guests who originally held Zhutian City tokens; they had seen some trending posts on the Wanjie Tongshi Forum—such as "Movie: The Forbidden Zone," "Did God and the Witch Get Married Today?" "When's the sequel coming?" or "What's for dinner in the universe?"—and were recommended to come watch the film.

The story opens with an outside-world demonic cultivator accidentally entering another world, offering a refreshing twist with its reverse-transmigration, non-traditional protagonist, and handheld-camera style.

But then, several hours passed.

"Wait, why is this movie so long?!"

"I'm hungry. Let me out to eat."

"What are you yelling about? Aren't there soul-preserving pills provided with your seat?!"

"Emperor, hehe, my Emperor. Ssiiih!"

"Impious! The Emperor belongs to our Li Yue Immortal Court!!!"

"Can you all just be quiet! Don't interrupt my viewing of our Sword Sect's senior brother's love story!"

"Tian Tian, you and Island Mistress Tian Tian are biological siblings."

"I'm not a sister fanatic—why are you bringing this up?"

Unlike those cultivators who had already rewatched it twice, thrice, or n times to pass their long lives, or those who rarely got out of the Divine Tomb Zone for a breath of air.

These first-time moviegoers were all dazed (⊙⊙), visible question marks nearly filling the entire screen.

As the plot progressed, they realized the film's backdrop was the story of the multiverse's collision and destruction—within the newborn universe, no living beings remained; all life was merely reenactments born from the multiverse's ruins.

Eden corrupted, the Fool born, the tomb of Azathoth.

Epoch ended, Yuan Shi Tian Mo, the inverted Three Pure Ones united.

Holy Grail sacrificed, Supreme Sword Sect, the Sword Tomb forming its own realm.

Heavenly Court fallen, Yang Jian hunting alone, severing reincarnation for ten thousand ages.

Emperor Zou self-annihilated, his legacy chamber remaining, sealing the Forbidden Zone once more.

Penglai ruins, Gu Yue Fang Zheng, I really can't tell them apart.

"I can't tell them apart aaaaaa!!!"

One cultivator suddenly jumped up and shouted: "What the hell is this TV show even about?! Why do all these jumbled things feel real?!"

Shhh—!

A black flying sword pierced through space, spun once midair, then unleashed a pitch-black orb that swallowed the suspicious cultivator whole.

"Shh."

A floating man of dazzling presence raised a finger to his lips; his appearance instantly drew every gaze like a magnet.

At that very moment, the screen also displayed the man's figure.

Ninth Heavenly Dao

The entire hall fell silent—whether entranced by the man's charisma or awed by the setting on-screen, no one spoke.

"Strange, my corresponding Heavenly Dao is the Seventh, isn't it?" Bai Qian, floating midair with chin in hand, murmured: "This movie's quite interesting."

He stepped back into the dark fissure of space; a cultivator, mouth gagged, eyes covered, and bound tightly with cords, remained tied to his original seat.

He seemed to have heard something monumental.

No, this is just the movie's setting, right?!

In the next scene:

Qu Yanping, replacing Yang Jian's very existence, ascended instantly, trading the peace of all multiverse beings for a realm no one dared imagine.

The sealed dimensional witch used numerous "Mr. Light" entities scattered across reality to nullify God's self-imposed restraint; the endless dream of reincarnation was finally shattered by this outsider.

A variable, a pawn, many players vying.

Catastrophe of Ruin, inverted corruption, spreading once more across the myriad realms.

Could I have Master Qu's lingering soul? I wish to extract these memories and turn them into a film, the kind humans now love.

The continuous screening and viewing ended after several days.

The screen gradually darkened; as a solemn, ancient melody drifted through the air, streams of light symbolizing the universe's origin flew from space into the darkness.

"Feeling better, feeling better."

"While I'm still in this state, I'll go devour a few universes and offer them to the Supreme Lord Haotian."

"By the way, who opened this cinema inside this simulated universe?"

"No one knows. Isn't it said there are copyright restrictions? No unauthorized screenings allowed."

"Bai Qian, Bai Qian! Are you still here? Strange, where did he go? Shu Hang's young friend specifically asked me to find him."

The crowd gradually filed out, but some viewers remained seated, motionless—especially in the front row, where several figures sat like statues.

Minutes later, the music faded, and the theater plunged into utter darkness.

Tap-tap.

In deathly silence, the sound of metal clashing and scraping suddenly rang out.

Sparks flew as Constantine flicked his lighter faster and faster, as if mirroring his inner agitation.

"Fuckfuckfuck! Damn it, what's going on?"

Sssssss—!

A wisp of flame leapt up from the nearby Western-style musket.

"John, come here." Zhao Li rubbed his eyes as if overworked, yawned, and said casually:

"It's hard not to let people leave early, but it's still pretty entertaining. I've got something I want to ask you."

"You said Master Sanzang sold you that batch of weapons that sent demons to heaven. I saw him playing God in this movie—what do you think?"

Constantine didn't answer. He slowly placed the cigarette in his mouth, his lips limp around the filter, eyes vacant as he stared straight ahead, lost in thought.

Xia Dongqing, dressed in the theater staff uniform, walked up and asked: "The screening's over. Aren't you all leaving?"

"It matches! It all matches!"

Shang Yue suddenly shouted out, drawing attention from those around.

Flashing through his mind were those "familiar" protagonists from Tiancheng, all reversed.

Especially that Xiao Yan, who sold pills at Qiongqi Tower and occasionally let out a "jiejiejie" laugh, and the Hun Tian Di pills he forged.

How could a Star Dou Zong possibly use the true spirits of countless soul clan elites as ingredients? Yet this benchmark of the rejected-fool archetype, in his second loop, took the demonic path!

And Weigong Shilang, who followed the rumored abandoned route—the Illya route—with his "Art of Compassionate Sword," utterly incompatible with magic. Nan Gua, yes, Nan Gua! Silent Nan Gua must have calculated something!

The more Shang Yue thought, the more convinced he became that the setting tied into reality. Combined with the recent appearance of the Confucian Sage and evidence these people had known each other long ago, it was fully verifiable.

His eyes widened as he muttered: "Wu Zhenxian, you idiot, Tiancheng is finished. We can't escape."

"Disciple, do not cling to appearances." The Great Sun Tathagata wiped sweat from his brow, clasped his hands, and a soothing sutra echoed: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows; like dew, like lightning—thus should they be viewed."

"Buddha, you say he is Hun Tian Di."

Constantine's cigarette rose and fell with his lips as he asked softly: "But Gabriel told me he is the Messiah, Jesus of another world, God incarnate. Who is telling the truth?"

The chanting ceased abruptly.

In the group chat of the Wanjie Tongshi Ball communication device.

"Otto, my lord bishop, why are you keeping so far from me?"

Aha asked, his laugh bordering on hysterical joy: "Thank you for introducing me to so many fascinating new friends—but I'm not one to tire of the old. Has the Path expanded again? I absolutely adore this place."

I am one to tire of the old. Thanks.

"My Holy Light Master, what must I do for you to believe me?"

Amon adjusted his monocle on his right eye and said seriously: "I've made new progress in studying Divine Light arts and need your guidance. Perhaps I should become the God of Light, not Mister Error."

That joke was good. Tell more.

"Thanks to you, even the Dice wants to be my heart pei instead of going out to play."

Zhao Lei (?) twirled two dice in his hand and laughed: "Lord Tianfo Zun, how can I thank you? By the way, these two friends beside you would make excellent heart peis too—don't you mind?"

Maybe I should kill the Fate Beacon to help Amon become an Ancient One—then I can sit back and watch all three of you fight like crickets. Two birds, one stone.

"Interesting."

"Ha, hahahahaha."

"You've all been fooled."

After meeting, these three exchanged exotic gifts from their respective worlds—the team's atmosphere had become absurdly friendly.

Su Lin and his avatar both turned toward the three lunatics waving at them, pretending not to recognize them and looking away. They couldn't join forces with these three—otherwise their reputation would suffer.

I'm a serious person. Far more principled than these bastards.

Under the guidance of a dignified female immortal with a silver faceplate, Su Lin walked straight upward into the tower.

Watching Su Lin disappear, Zhao Lei stopped fiddling with the dice. Aha tilted his head in confusion. Amon grinned and adjusted his monocle.

"So that means—"

"We can—"

"Do whatever we want?"

Their gazes swept over the passing immortals, swordsmen, scientists, psychics, demons, and interstellar warriors. Some beings with heightened perception or precognitive abilities glanced around in an instant.

"Lord Xiongba! How did you become so strong?!" Aha tossed a die and pushed his monocle toward a stern middle-aged man: "I can barely recognize you…"

The other two followed Aha's lead.

Far away, Zhang Heng felt a wave of relief. Duan De, as if unfamiliar with him, led his dog and the dragon in human form toward a group of wealthy-looking people beneath a canopy.

"Alright, uh…" Zhang Heng shook off his thoughts and turned to his two forcibly assigned teammates—ordinary-looking, reassuring faces: "What are your names? Could we find a quiet spot to rest?"

"I've said it a hundred times—I'm not a lolicon! I just happen to like girls who are lolis!" The tall young man with a long sword grumbled to the air: "And the qi I cultivate is Primordial One Qi, not Mixed Primordial One Qi!"

"Human wisdom," the man said flatly, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses.

Wait a minute, coach—I'm just named Zhang Heng. That name's barely better than Zhang San.

Dammit, did we get the wrong script?!

(End of Chapter)

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