Chapter 69: Return?

At this moment, Meng Yifan finally had time to study that pitch-black little ball. He held the Ghost Head Blade in one hand and the pitch-black little ball in the other. Within the two skull eye sockets of the ghost head, those two clusters of Ghost Fire were actually flickering slightly; Meng Yifan sensed a kind of longing from them.

"What is this pitch-black little ball? Why does the Ghost Head Blade want to obtain it?" Meng Yifan pondered for a moment, looking at the eye sockets of the ghost skull, then at the size of the pitch-black little ball. The more he looked, the more he felt that this pitch-black little ball looked very much like the eyeball of the ghost skull.

"Should I put it in and try?" Meng Yifan hesitated. If he put the pitch-black little ball in, it might make the Ghost Head Blade's combat power more powerful, but it could also lead to the Ghost Head Blade losing control.

This Ghost Head Blade gave people a feeling of being sinister and terrifying; it was likely a Dharma Artifact used by some demonic Immortal Cultivator. If the Ghost Head Blade really lost control because Meng Yifan stuffed the pitch-black little ball in and killed him first, he would truly have nowhere to cry.

Meng Yifan had already made many preparations, but facing a Third Grade Martial Artist, he still did not have the certainty of victory. The forces in this Luolong County were very complex; not only were there official forces, but there were at least two other major forces that could not be underestimated.

One of them was the Wanxiang Tower. It was said that the Wanxiang Tower Master was an Immortal Cultivator whose strength was unfathomable. If Meng Yifan really rebelled, he did not know if the Wanxiang Tower would stand on the official side to suppress him or ignore it.

The second major force was the Assassin Hall. This Assassin Hall was an underground force, and the Ghost Head Blade Zhang Lei was a silver-ranked assassin within it. This Assassin Hall was an assassination organization; as long as the employer was willing to pay, they could hire powerful assassins.

Besides these two major forces, there were also many other various small forces. Just thinking about those merchants appearing in the Heishi, where seven Second Grade Martial Artists could casually come to rob Meng Yifan, one could tell that many experts were hidden within Luolong County.

"This world is cruel. If you want to live well, you must become strong. Even if there is only a fifty percent probability, I have to take a gamble." Meng Yifan no longer hesitated; gritting his teeth, he placed the pitch-black little ball into the left eye socket of the ghost skull.

"Hum!" The Ghost Head Blade trembled violently. A cluster of emerald green flames burned fiercely within its left eye socket. That pitch-black little ball seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly within the eye socket. Suddenly, the pitch-black little ball split open a crack in the middle, revealing a pupil the size of a needle tip inside.

That needle-tip-sized pupil sized up the surrounding environment and then locked onto Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan felt as if he had been targeted by a hungry ghost; he felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his crown. He hurriedly threw the Ghost Head Blade away, but unfortunately, it was already too late. A black ray of light suddenly flew out from that needle-tip-sized pupil and drilled into Meng Yifan's brow as fast as lightning.

"Oh no! Could this be the legendary soul possession?" Meng Yifan cried out in his heart. Facing this sudden black ray of light, he was as fragile as a newborn baby and had no idea how to resist it.

"Haha, this old man, Jiuyin Laozu, has returned! All you bastards, just wait for me. Once this ancestor recovers his strength, sooner or later I will beat you one by one until your souls are scattered and your bones are ground to dust," an arrogant voice suddenly rang out in Meng Yifan's mind.

"Little doll, do not resist. It will be over soon. In the future, you will become a part of this ancestor. Whatever unfulfilled wishes you have, this old man will fulfill them for you."

"Get out, you bastard!" Meng Yifan cursed loudly, his soul origin struggling desperately, wanting to drive that strange thing in his mind out.

"Hehe, still a fiery temper; this ancestor likes it very much." The demon who called himself Jiuyin Laozu laughed loudly in Meng Yifan's mind and then prepared to execute a demonic art to devour Meng Yifan's soul.

However, just as Jiuyin Laozu approached Meng Yifan's soul, the Game Panel suddenly appeared, blocking his path, and then expanded violently, instantly wrapping Jiuyin Laozu up.

"What is this thing? Damn you, how is it devouring this ancestor's soul origin?" Jiuyin Laozu acted as if he had encountered a monster, struggling desperately, wanting to break free from the constraints of the Game Panel, but it was useless. No matter how he struggled, the Game Panel was absorbing his only remaining strand of True Qi at an astonishing speed.

"No... I was wrong, let me go..." Jiuyin Laozu begged, longing for Meng Yifan to let him go. Unfortunately, Meng Yifan's soul origin saw this scene and felt somewhat bewildered; he had no idea how to control the Game Panel at all.

Two seconds later, the Game Panel completely devoured Jiuyin Laozu, and then golden light flickered on it, shrouding Meng Yifan's soul.

Meng Yifan felt the world spinning and the stars shifting; he felt as if he had fallen into a black hole, spinning continuously.

He did not know how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on a soft sofa, holding his mobile phone, his finger seemingly about to click on something on the screen.

"Is this in the villa I bought on Earth? My body has also returned to my original body. Could it be that I have transmigrated back?"

Meng Yifan felt as if he hadn't woken up, his head muddled. Suddenly, he was shocked. He remembered that he had transmigrated to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World because he clicked on a pop-up game interface on his phone.

"Phone? Was I clicking on a mobile game?" Meng Yifan hurriedly looked at the phone screen; there was no such cool game interface under his finger at all.

"Eh! Why is it gone?" Meng Yifan was puzzled. He checked the phone's background, but there was no record of that game running, as if that game had never appeared on his phone.

"There is no change in time either. Could it be that those four days I transmigrated to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty were just my hallucinations?"

"Am I dreaming now? Or does the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty not exist at all, and it was just my own delusion?"

"Which is true? Which is false?"

"Or are both worlds real, and it's just that when I transmigrated to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, time on Earth stood still? If so, now that I have transmigrated back to Earth, has the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World also stopped moving?"

Meng Yifan remembered everything that happened in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty very clearly: the several bloody battles, the father who cared for him, the Meng Qingshan who admired him, Meng Qinghe and Meng Qingyu, and those villagers who followed the Meng father and son.

These people, these events, Meng Yifan could remember them clearly; it was impossible for them all to be hallucinations, right?

"But in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty, I was a Second Grade Martial Artist. Why is the True Qi in my body gone? Could it be that because I transmigrated back, my body is different, and the True Qi wasn't brought over?"

"Game Panel?" Meng Yifan tried shouting. The light in front of his eyes distorted, and soon a Game Panel that only he could see appeared.

Name: Meng Yifan

Race: Human

Profession: Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist

Technique 1: Savage Bull Strength Level 2, Yellow-grade Lower-tier Technique, Proficiency (3/900).

Technique 2: Hunyuan Strength Level 1, Yellow-grade Upper-tier Technique, Proficiency (341/800).

Skill 1: Shooting Technique Level 2 (200/1000)

Skill 2: Lingbo Microsteps (Fragment), Lightness Skill, Mysterious Grade Middle Quality Lightness Skill, Experience Value (665/).

Strength: 61/200 (The physical strength limit for a Second Grade Martial Artist is 200)

Defense: 60/200 (The physical defense limit for a Second Grade Martial Artist is 200)

Speed: 98/200 (The physical speed limit for a Second Grade Martial Artist is 200)

Aptitude: 0.2/100

Experience Value: 0 points

Return to game world, countdown, 00:59:57, 00:59:56...

"The Game Panel is still here, the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty is real. Eh! There is an extra countdown on the Game Panel. Could it be that I can only stay on Earth for one hour before I have to transmigrate back?"

Meng Yifan watched the time on the countdown on the Game Panel pass second by second, which made him feel panicked. Is one hour too short? What can one do on Earth?

After being stunned for a moment, Meng Yifan hurriedly used his phone to search for the word "transmigration." He first needed to know if he was the only one on Earth who had transmigrated.

This was very important to him. If there were others who also clicked on that game interface and transmigrated to the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World, perhaps everyone could help each other and develop forces together.

"If many people really transmigrated there, would it become similar to the Earth world invading the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World?"

Meng Yifan quickly flipped through information about transmigration online. The results were all transmigration novels; he flipped through more than a dozen pages and it was all the same. There were even a few that were highly rated online. If it were normal times and Meng Yifan were free, he might have opened them and read them carefully, but now, watching the countdown time constantly decreasing, he was anxious and had no mood to read novels.

Meng Yifan scratched his head. It seemed that searching for just the word "transmigration" wouldn't work. He typed again, changing it to "Can humans really transmigrate?" and then clicked search.

A lot of information appeared on the browser again, but the first few pages still had many various transmigration novels. It seemed that as long as it carried the word "transmigration," it was linked to web novels. This left him speechless. Was there no one online saying anything useful?

Meng Yifan continued to flip to the back pages. After flipping past the first few pages, he finally saw information that was not about novels.

A transmigration enthusiast posted a thread summarizing three transmigration methods recognized by the scientific community. Meng Yifan browsed through it and found that of those three methods, one was passing through a wormhole to enter another world directly.

One was what Einstein once mentioned in the Theory of Relativity: through the action of gravitational waves, the surrounding space-time could be distorted and changed, which meant that gravitational waves could cause changes in the surrounding space and time, which could also lead to transmigration.

And another was that as long as the speed exceeded the speed of light, it could cause time to flow backward, leading to a return to ancient times.

These three methods all have a certain scientific basis and are theoretically achievable, but theory is just theory; no scientist has yet provided clear evidence to prove that time travel is truly possible.

Meng Yifan replied anonymously under this post: "These three methods are all too complicated. Is there anyone like me who clicked on a game interface and then traveled to the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty?"

Meng Yifan specifically mentioned the four characters "Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty," believing that if someone had truly traveled there just like him, they would certainly understand upon seeing these four characters that everyone had traveled to the same world.