Chapter 327: Feng Ling Yue Ying Activated

Unlike in the game, the Flame Mountain before him was far more vast than he had imagined; even the ash forest at the entrance gave the impression of stretching endlessly.

If he were to actually run the map on foot, even sprinting at full speed for an hour, he still wouldn’t reach the next map node—the Dan Du Valley filled with lava waterfalls.

Fortunately, the problem wasn’t serious; Wu Xian wasn’t one of those previous Fatebearers. Though he hadn’t yet obtained the Cloud Somersault, after sharing so much of Wu Xian’s abilities and knowledge, he had acquired numerous travel techniques.

His current favorite was the “Shrink Earth to Inch” method provided earlier by Perfect Wu Xian—extremely practical and free of resistance across countless worlds; with minor adjustments, it functioned perfectly.

Thus, within the dark and gloomy ash forest, golden light flickered intermittently, each appearance occurring a kilometer away from the last, strikingly visible against the gradually dimming sky.

Undoubtedly, this anomaly was quickly noticed by other yin soldiers patrolling the forest, who immediately gathered to intercept him.

Yet whenever the golden light swept past them, their bodies froze in place, then dissolved into black smoke streaked with sparks.

Finally, after roughly five minutes, Wu Xian arrived at a familiar location—the very scorched clearing from the beginning of the “Sunset Amidst Dust” chapter in the Black Myth game, where a massive stone gate stood half-open ahead.

This meant he was now not far from the first map save point: Huo Liao Stage One.

As he thought this, the nearby yin soldiers guarding the area finally noticed Wu Xian’s presence and let out ferocious growls, charging with spiked clubs and rusted cleavers.

Farther off, yin soldiers drew bows and fired arrows coated in flame effects, targeting vital points around him.

Seeing this, Wu Xian ceased using “Shrink Earth to Inch” and simply strolled forward, shouldering the Flying Dragon Treasure Staff.

Whenever a yin soldier came within a meter’s radius, he casually swept his staff—like swatting flies with an electric bug zapper—reducing them to ash.

As for the flaming arrows, Wu Xian neither dodged nor blocked them with staff flourishes; he let them strike his body, then relied on his absurd physical strength to shatter and deflect them all.

By now, Wu Xian the Fatebearer’s level had long been maxed out at 342—technically a true level-cap character.

But those who know, know: even if a Fatebearer in the game reached max level, his stats remained mediocre; by the fourth loop, a single big head drop could still wipe his HP bar clean.

But Wu Xian was different. Though his level was similarly capped, his stats kept rising continuously—especially after the Wanderer Wu Xian exchanged for the Superman Bloodline, each memory-sharing session in the mysterious space granted him leap-like boosts across all attributes.

For example, defense: on the panel visible only to Wu Xian, the value had already reached an absurd seven digits.

In essence, except for lacking some visual effects, he had essentially turned “Bronze Head, Iron Arms” into a passive skill—always active, 24/7—enough to make any boss who engaged him in close combat question their entire existence.

Cheating? Not at all!

Unlike certain fools who joined Feng Ling Yue Ying, unlocked invincibility and one-hit kills, Wu Xian the Fatebearer relied solely on his own effort—he never cheated.

This fact could be attested to by all other Wu Xians in the mysterious space—no rebuttal allowed!

…

“This monkey… is suspiciously overpowered…”

Deep within Flame Mountain, in a dim chamber.

A middle-aged man in a Daoist robe stared at a golden bowl held in his hands—more precisely, at the reflection within it.

At this moment, the bowl displayed Wu Xian slaughtering yin soldiers, about to enter Huo Liao Stage One.

Watching Wu Xian stroll casually, swinging his staff to massacre yin soldiers, the Daoist man’s face twitched slightly, as if recalling some dreadful memory; his expression visibly darkened.

“Hmph! After all, he was specifically arranged by those old bastards as a tool to recover the monkey’s roots—naturally, he must have some ability.”

A red-skinned boy, face like a demon, with two short horns on his forehead, stepped beside the Daoist man, his tone dripping with mockery—but when he looked at Wu Xian in the bowl, a flicker of wariness appeared in his eyes.

He had long heard rumors about the Fatebearers, with shadows of many factions behind them; figures from the Eastern and Western Heavens had all participated, aiming to have these so-called Fatebearers collect the six roots left behind after Sun Wukong’s death, attempting to resurrect him.

Though he didn’t know why those gods and buddhas wanted this, it didn’t stop Hong Haier from knowing how powerful those roots were—they could let any demon who obtained them gain explosive power in a short time.

Coincidentally, Hong Haier, who had just recently learned his origins, needed power most of all—to raise the banner of vengeance against all gods and buddhas, just like that monkey had done in the past.

Therefore, he must obtain those roots—whether the Root of the Body hidden with Bull Demon King, or the one currently in this Fatebearer’s hands…

“No matter what, we cannot let him interfere with our plan.”

At this moment, the Daoist man—who was the Land God of Flame Mountain—his gaze flickered slightly, then asked:

“It seems defeating him head-on is unlikely. Do you have any other methods to deal with this Fatebearer, Great King?”

“...I have my own plan. You only need to do what I’ve ordered.”

Hong Haier glanced sidelong at the Land God, then turned and left the dark space.

Only after Hong Haier’s aura vanished did the Land God of Flame Mountain shake his head and sigh: “Sister… sister, your son may be doomed this time. I only hope you won’t blame me when the time comes.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than the Land God’s expression changed—he immediately knelt on both knees, bowed forward, and raised the golden bowl high, trembling as he spoke:

“We humbly welcome the descent of the Master’s divine form!”

…

“Splat!!”

The massive Xuanhua battle-axe came crashing down, severing a black-faced demon’s neck and chopping off half his body; black blood sprayed into the air, reeking of decay.

Hao Fu Lishi breathed heavily, then kicked away another yin soldier charging from the side. Just as he prepared to gather his spiritual energy for a devastating strike, a barrage of blazing magma balls rained down from above, hurtling toward his head.

“Damn it!”

He cursed, his body instinctively diving forward—barely avoiding the magma balls, escaping the fate of becoming charcoal-grilled beef.

“That damn broken vehicle—I’ll have to find a way to deal with it first.”

As he thought this, a whistling sound reached his ears.

A dark shadow hurtled toward him like a cannonball; Hao Fu Lishi instinctively swung his axe—only to realize it was an enormous yin soldier, transformed into a fire ox.

Following the direction the ox had come from, he saw a monkey with a blank expression walking slowly forward, calm and unhurried; behind him lay a pile of yin soldier corpses slowly dissolving into ash…

(End of Chapter)