Chapter 601: Agreement One Verification: Kuangdao Sanlang Granted Passage

The streetlights formed flowing streams of light; a gentle breeze began to blow, bringing a touch of coolness and the scent of night.

【The New York Times: This morning, numerous residents of the Bronx reported that in their dreams last night, they witnessed the "Golden City" falling from the sky. It is understood that a large-scale gas leak occurred in the area last night; experts suggest this may have been a mass poisoning-induced hallucination.】

A newspaper was blown away by the wind, drifting across several blocks alongside yellowed, withered leaves, until finally crushed beneath Su Lin's foot.

"Good news—because of your ex-wife's spell, many on the other side have been weakened."

Meng Qi's fingertip glowed with a faint spark of spiritual light: "Bad news—we're the same."

But this is only an external manifestation; the underlying physical condition and strength still remain, though the version leans slightly toward warrior traits.

The entire world is currently in the early low-magic stage; except under special circumstances, general divine power, magical power, and culinary power abilities suffer massive interference.

"No problem—the timing is perfect, isn't it?"

The sunset's afterglow bid farewell to the day; instantly, within Stark Tower, red dots began appearing one after another on the repaired sandbox, their speed increasing rapidly.

Swish. Swishswishswishswish.

Their number far exceeded the total of last night, the night before, and every previous night—entire New York and surrounding cities were completely covered!

After a brief pause, a portion of them surged toward Stark Tower, the Sanctum Sanctorum, and other locations.

Su Lin said: "I was ready to end the Holy Grail War, but now I've changed my mind."

Among the group members who came to this world, some came for vacation, some for adventure, some to lie flat, some for tourism, some to exploit loopholes; but for Su Lin, what mattered never was being mistaken for the World-Eater.

Okay, that's also important, but more important is the Skylight worth ten million.

Su Lin always has to try several times to keep the coffin lid of the First Skylight pressed down.

Otherwise, when the unlucky Stark is reset to factory settings by the Above-All, the Skylight fragments he absorbed will evaporate too.

Even just a trial card is too much of a loss.

Since the newly released group mission is to stop the Holy Grail War, what's the saying again?

The more the enemy opposes, the more we must press on.

"Shuhang." Su Lin picked up his phone and spoke to the other end: "You can open the server."

Just summon people.

Who can't do that?

"All sect disciples, aside from those assigned to rotate and guide newcomers, have you all collected your helmets?"

Huangshan Zhenjun—no, Huangshan White Zunzhe—called out loudly.

"Brother, I have not yet collected mine." A man clad in Confucian robes, radiating wild energy, stood silently in place.

Huangshan White Zunzhe sighed and said: "Kuang Dao Sanlang, I've told you many times—you were banned for three years, and it's not yet time for your ban to be lifted."

Originally ten years, but after repeated appeals and voluntarily entering the Slow Time Scripture to reset the timer, the Judgment Scythe System reduced it to three years.

Hearing Huangshan White Zunzhe's voice, several disciples collecting helmets pointed at his Confucian robes and laughed: "Kuang Dao Sanlang, you've been dragged back to Confucian studies again!"

Kuang Dao Sanlang did not answer, continuing to speak to Huangshan White Zunzhe: "Seventy-two Confucians still haven't collected their helmets."

Huangshan White Zunzhe's expression turned strange.

Others, seeing this, deliberately shouted louder: "You're definitely secretly using Confucian authority to provoke trouble again!"

"How dare you slander my reputation without cause?" Kuang Dao Sanlang retorted.

"What reputation? I saw you myself two days ago being chased by Henghuo White Zunzhe and Confucians alike, who said they'd drag you to Wansheng Mountain!"

Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted.

"You have no sense of propriety—the moral fabric of society is decaying."

As he spoke, several Confucian texts floated beside him, and the voice of a Sage recited passages within them.

"Holy shit."

The disciples gathered around, watching the spectacle, were utterly stunned—even the helmets in their hands fell to the ground unnoticed.

"I never cultivated Wu Haoran, only loved dying by fate's design. From Wansheng Mountain's past-life wisdom, today I finally know who I am."

He looked at the crowd, unleashing the unique Wu Haoran righteousness of Confucianism; his right eye glowed with an inexplicable light:

"Brothers, I've recently recalled some memories—including the 'Filial Piety' chapter. Would you care to hear my exposition?"

The surrounding disciples' jaws dropped wider and wider, then—

"Mom! This is outside the Simulation Universe?!"

"Run! It's a Confucian Sage—!!!"

"I knew he was a reincarnated Confucian Sage! I'm going back to tell my ancestral patriarch!"

The disciples who had been watching the spectacle scattered in panic, leaving only Huangshan White Zunzhe standing frozen, drenched in sweat, pupils dilated.

Kuang Dao Sanlang smiled, then elegantly bent down to pick up a helmet: "Huangshan brother, my ban as Kuang Dao Sanlang—what does that have to do with Kuangdao Sanlang of Confucianism?"

A man's name, a tree's shadow—Huangshan White Zunzhe stood motionless, stunned.

He watched as Kuang Dao Sanlang picked up the helmet and walked out of the VR helmet collection center, arm in arm with the blue-haired Yunquezi of the Xuan Nü Sect.

"Henghuo." Huangshan White Zunzhe asked Henghuo White Zunzhe, who was leading Confucians to clean up the mess: "Is he really…?"

"After he ran off that day, he suddenly came back himself, saying he wanted to formally rejoin Confucianism and enter Wansheng Mountain," Henghuo White Zunzhe said, bewildered:

"Now he's like this after coming out—I can't tell anymore."

"So you're not sure either…" Huangshan White Zunzhe hesitated, words catching in his throat.

"If he says he's a Confucian Sage, how dare I contradict him?" Henghuo White Zunzhe retorted: "Do you think you can tell?"

Huangshan White Zunzhe and the other disciples of Jiuzhou No. 1 Group wanted to say more, but saw tears suddenly streaming down Henghuo White Zunzhe's face.

"Huangshan, I can't tell—I can't tell!"

Henghuo White Zunzhe murmured: "As long as the Sage returns, even if it's a nightmare…"

"Yunquezi, what are you doing?" Kuang Dao Sanlang asked the blue-haired female cultivator gesturing with her fingers before him.

"Aren't we still going to explore the myriad worlds?"

"If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to go find Friend Qi first and arrange to meet him in the game."

"Wait, don't trick yourself," Yun Quezi said, flipping through a copy of *The Hypnosis Guide*:

"Friends on the Universal Knowledge Charm say the best way to break hypnosis is to reuse the previous suggestion—hss—"

Yun Quezi sucked in a sharp breath and scratched the back of her head in frustration: "What self-suggestion did you set for yourself again?"

"Forget it, I'll just make an appointment."

"Make an appointment for what?" Kuang Dao Sanlang smiled gently, his eyes tender: "I'm not sick."

"Oh no, this looks serious... I'll check the most expensive ones."

Yun Quezi stared at the recommendation sent by a friend with a black-ringed crow avatar on the Universal Knowledge Charm:

"Dr. Su from Taichu Paradise Clinic, Dr. Yi from the Daoist Psychiatric Center, Dr. Adam from Bai Ta Mental Health Center, Master Meng from Taiqing Doulou Great Pharmacy—do all these people compete for spirit stones?"

Then she turned to the cheapest, even free, entries.

"Chaos Physician Bei, Sitting in Oblivion Free Clinic Lei, Light and Shadow Pastor Anduin—they offer free psychological treatment for every patient entering the Simulation Universe."

These seem decent, and they're affiliated with those top-tier masters.

Yun Quezi studied Kuang Dao Sanlang's appearance and said: "Why not consult an expert first? For now, avoid the Simulation Universe."

Simulation Universe

Simulation Universe?!

Kuang Dao Sanlang convulsed violently as if seized by epilepsy, then collapsed onto the ground.

Seconds later, he shot upright in a sit-up, gasping heavily:

"I remember!"

After fleeing for half a day, he met Yun Quezi halfway; under her suggestion, he hypnotized himself into believing he was the reincarnation of a Confucian Sage, and had been frantically studying Confucian classics on Wansheng Mountain to build up his reputation.

It worked!!!

"What's this righteous qi on me?"

Kuang Dao Sanlang looked around himself, puzzled: "It's only been three days—how am I already at the peak of the Sixth Rank?!"

"Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing!"

Inside Lingxiao Palace, on the steps beneath Jin Yu's desk, three purple jade tables were stacked high; behind towering piles of memorials, a young man, a middle-aged man, and an old man all lifted their heads simultaneously.

"The one in charge of the mortal realm?"

"Oh, it's for me."

Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing Li Changgeng rose from his desk, flicked his dust whisk, and walked toward Yang Erlang, who wore a black suit.

Since that incident, the Second Lord Manifested Saint True Jun had grown fond of this modern, everyday style of dress.

"Your Majesty sent a message via the Universal Knowledge Charm."

"I know."

Li Changgeng took the Universal Knowledge Charm, glanced at it, and his expression instantly turned grave. After speaking briefly with Yang Erlang, he returned to his seat.

"Why don't you go in my place?" Li Changgeng said to Li Changshou: "You're more familiar with the conditions in the realm where Your Majesty and Yuanshi Tianzun reside."

"What's up?" Li Zhang, with dark circles under his eyes, asked: "Can I clock out yet?"

"I wasn't speaking to you."

"Oh."

Li Zhang lowered his head, picked up a black plastic spoon, and ate a bite of takeout fried rice in a national-style package, then wearily flipped through another document from the Underworld.

The Three Realms and Six Paths, countless Middle Thousand Worlds, Minor Thousand Worlds—a tangled mess.

What a tragedy.

"Well," Li Changshou smiled awkwardly, "there are still some matters at Honghuang Heaven's Court."

He'd received firsthand information from the group chat—he'd avoid such heavy karmic entanglements if possible; it was wiser to just work steadily in a few heavenly courts.

Li Changgeng looked helplessly at the youngest Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing: "You don't need to go in person."

He'd grown mellower with age—in ancient times, he'd have slashed anyone he disliked with a single sword.

This guy, by contrast, was the complete opposite: young as he was, his actions and thoughts were cautious to an unprecedented, unheard-of degree!

You couldn't even tell if the one showing up for work today was his true body.

And the other one...

He glanced at Li Zhang—the man looked worn-out and timid, yet he'd dared to adopt the reincarnation of Nüwa and even slashed the Nüwa Empress several times.

In all Three Realms, who wouldn't call him brave?

"Then alright?" Li Changshou scratched his head, hesitated, then said:

"I'll leave this to you—I'll go find Yang Erlang to muster troops and lead a force over."

He pushed his desk over beside Li Changgeng, then transformed into a streak of light and flew out of Lingxiao Palace.

After a while, Li Changgeng finished half his own duties and began handling the Heavenly Realm affairs from Li Changshou's desk.

Minutes later, a black memorial flew onto Li Zhang's desk; he glanced at it and sighed:

"How capricious—there are already so few staff, and people in the Underworld have been waiting in line so long."

【Your Majesty's decree: Immediately, extract all soul spirits with Earth Immortal cultivation or higher from the Underworld and send them to the Spirit Hall to await summons.】

"Capricious?" Li Changgeng paused his brush mid-stroke, looked at Li Zhang, and said: "You mean Your Majesty?"

"Yes, and earlier with the reincarnation of the Sages too—lots of manpower and resources were diverted. You and the entire Three Realms just go along with his whims."

"I wouldn't do this even on my side—even if he's incredibly powerful—"

Li Zhang's words cut off abruptly: "Never mind, haha."

Beside him, Li Changgeng's body radiated Geng Metal energy; his sword had half-unsheathed itself.

Li Changgeng's face cold, he sheathed his blade: "As long as we can serve Your Majesty, even if we must sacrifice our bodies and immediately become soul spirits, it is a duty we must fulfill."

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Changshan chuckled: "Forgive my slip of the tongue."

"You must first understand one thing," Li Changgeng dipped his brush twice into the inkstone.

Li Zhang replied: "What?"

"The relationship between the Three Realms and Your Majesty," Li Changgeng glanced at Li Zhang, then lifted his brush:

"It has never been that Your Majesty needs the Three Realms—it is the Three Realms that need Your Majesty."

【Special Request: Allocate one hundred and seventy units of World Origin from the Heavenly Repository to accelerate the restoration of the Heavenly Wound corresponding to the Ruins of Buzhou Mountain after the Journey to the West's Sky-Mending, and to replenish this Realm's Heavenly Dao】

Tai Bai Taibai Jinxing glanced upward at the jade steps, at the empty throne, then turned back and wrote:

【Approved. Additionally, assign the Matchmaker to bind the next reincarnations of the Water God and Fire God in a fated, obsessive love, preserving their blue and red hair appearances】

"No wonder you said the Type-Moon roots and worlds in the reincarnation space are fake—so your true homeland was already devoured!"

Lou Baiyu stared in terror at the red-haired man standing before Stark Tower, riding a flying sword, slaying enemies with it:

"Weigong Sword Immortal?!"

Everyone was still swinging fists and weapons, but their inner power vanished like mud sinking into the sea—then Weigong Shilang began deploying Flying Sword Techniques to strike down from a higher dimension.

"Get down!!!" Qi Ye Zhigui shoved Lou Baiyu to the ground.

In that instant, a flying sword pierced the sound barrier, grazing Lou Baiyu's scalp.

"Even if I'm not a Body Cultivator, even if my missile resistance was stripped away, it wouldn't matter," Lou Baiyu said, as blinding white light flared.

Boom—!

Scorching wind rushed against their faces.

Carrying an aura of mystery and magical power.

Brilliant red light rose between the steel-and-concrete towers, incinerating everything, transforming into a flame-cloud that ascended into the sky, and above the trembling earth, a massive mushroom cloud erupted.

Fuck

Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal?!