Chapter 880: I Have Been to This World

People are foolish, the world is corrupt, the deities are displeased, and heaven sends down divine punishment……

Stay alive, and completely stop the apocalyptic disaster.

This is a camp mission.

The mission information rang in his mind; Tang Luo slightly raised his eyebrows. At first he thought he would be made to do 'apocalypse work,' but then the tone shifted, and it became stopping the apocalyptic disaster.

Good, it matches his identity as the Great Compassion, Great Mercy Victorious Fighting Buddha.

At this moment, Tang Luo didn't know he had been expelled from the Buddhist registry; if he knew, he would surely shout a famous saying.

This time entering, no one split up; everyone gathered together.

However, aside from Tang Luo's team, there were still no other god-demons walkers teaming up with them.

Think about it: aside from that one time bringing newcomers on a mission, it's been a long time since any other god-demons walkers have done a mission with Tang Luo and them.

The mission difficulty also jumped straight from normal levels to a degree that even peak normal god-demons walkers (Red Essence Daoist) would find hard to complete.

Now the difficulty is even higher.

After Tang Luo underwent a major fate-severing operation, the strength of the high-ranking god-demons walkers overall decreased considerably.

Basically, they need to go through one or two more missions to recover.

Putting it on individuals, look at each one's circumstances and abilities.

Like Kong Ming, they can recover without needing the next mission. Others are more severely affected, with varying situations.

As for the other factions in the camp mission, Tang Luo and the others didn't even consider them.

What needs worrying about isn't them, but the god-demons walkers of other factions—who knows what misdeeds they've done to be so unlucky.

The malice of gods and demons.

For this kind of camp mission, the chance of cooperation can be said to be zero; we can be 99.9% sure everyone is hostile and opposed.

The task of opposing factions is likely to be apocalypse.

Ignoring Tang Luo and them, this mission isn't actually hard; just don't court death and follow the so-called deities' steps.

The natural smooth 'trend', divine will, 'historical tide'—simply and easily one can lie back and win.

Unlike Tang Luo and them's mission, right from the start it exudes an aura of defying heaven and earth: I just want to beat whatever deity to death, or be beaten to death by a deity.

Wearing flip-flops, that's the Fire Cloud Evil God crossing out the rear options.

'Master.' Sun Wukong looked at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo reached out and placed a monkey hair in Sun Wukong's hand.

Sun Wukong glanced twice, then shoved the monkey hair into his head, letting it disappear in his Saiyan hairstyle, returning to his origin.

'Where's Nezha?' Yang Jian's voice came from inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

'Inside my Palm Buddha Kingdom.' Tang Luo said.

'Alright, I'll go in too. It's time to properly recover; don't call us for nothing, no—actually, don't call us even if there is something.' Yang Jian said.

As they began to face off against the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian felt time was pressing.

If we don't hurry to recover, we'll all end up wrapped around Tang Xuanzang—what then?

Tang Luo was about to put the Eight Trigrams Furnace away when Sun Wukong suddenly spoke up to stop him: 'Wait, San Yan, can you somewhat control the Eight Trigrams Furnace?'

'Sure, what's up?'

'Then, can I be refined if I go in?' Sun Wukong asked.

'???' Yang Jian didn't speak; what's going on with you master and disciple?

This is the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the Supreme Elder Lord's Eight Trigrams Furnace! It doesn't care about face!

Everyone treats it as a cultivation tool?

The Eight Trigrams Furnace is for making pills; how did it end up here, either being used as a tank to ram people or to refine people?

'Seems…… feasible, I can try too.' After a moment of silence, Yang Jian said.

'……' Ao Yulie's expression instantly turned a bit petrified; feelings—just now you were considering whether you could be refined together?

'Call that bear kid along!' Sun Wukong instantly became interested.

The bear kid he mentioned, needless to say, is naturally Nezha.

Zhu Bajie's facial expression also twitched: 'Big Senior Brother, are you having a steam sauna, or going together?' The three compare—whoever comes out first is the dog.

Hold on, Nezha is a lotus-root person; he won't be instantly cooked, right?

Big Senior Brother, you're a stone person, oh, a stone monkey, so why are you so confident?

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie exchanged a glance, subtly stepping back; this kind of thing they'd absolutely not participate in—go burn yourselves.

We're no longer wounded!

'Not bad.' Yang Jian rarely praised, saying, 'I didn't expect this monkey to have brains.'

'Get lost.'

That's what he said; Sun Wukong lifted the lid of the Eight Trigrams Furnace and voluntarily jumped in.

Tang Luo stored the Eight Trigrams Furnace in his Palm Buddha Kingdom, threw it into Nezha's contracted pond, and said, 'You guys slowly burn yourselves.'

The team returned to its originally relatively streamlined state.

One pig, one dragon, one dog, one Buddhist bead, plus Tang Luo.

Basically, it can be summarized as Tang Luo and his tool-attached disciple disciples, giving a strong sense of déjà vu of the Justice League.

Fortunately, Zhu Bajie and company aren't mere accessories; in many aspects they're far more useful than Tang Luo, this 'specialist hero'.

For example, now.

Tang Luo looked at Zhu Bajie: 'Bajie, what do you think about this mission?'

'We'll find a deity, rush up and kill them leaving not a scrap of armor.' Zhu Bajie instantly formulated the plan, gaining everyone's unanimous approval.

Very reasonable; since the deity chose apocalypse, killing the deity can stop the apocalyptic disaster from continuing—perfect.

I only hope that the deity here is not something like a 'rule,' a nonexistent existence.

Such probability is low; from the mission description, having this displeasure emotion basically means it is a wise individual (group).

In that case, we can just beat it to death.

Then the difficulty lies in how to find the deity.

Tang Luo rose up, looked around, and the surroundings were desolate.

The earth and sky were a dull gray, with no sunlight; beneath the distant rain clouds, a near‑black downpour blanketed the land, raising a white mist.

Even a faint 'hiss' could be heard, and an extremely faint, irritating smell could be detected.

Even from far away, this smell could be smelled.

What the place shrouded in rain is like can be imagined.

"This isn't good rain," Ao Yulie judged from a professional standpoint.

Judging from the surroundings, the apocalyptic heavenly disaster has actually already descended, which also matches the mission of stopping the heavenly disaster from completely destroying the world.

The apocalypse is underway, not in the past or the future.

"Master, the world's spiritual energy feels somewhat like the world my third senior brother once stayed in," Ao Yulie said.

Actually, the spiritual energy of this world is quite abundant, but it's poisonous.

Seven parts benefit, three parts poison; it will produce a certain effect.

This effect does not cause deformity or madness; rather, it mainly affects lifespan, strength, combat power, etc., equivalent to an all‑around weakening.

In the short term the effect is not noticeable, but long‑term exposure to this environment will gradually weaken even someone originally strong.

Of course, Tang Luo is not among those affected; he is immune to all poisons and can do as he pleases.

"Let's go check that out," Tang Luo pointed to the rainy area; looking around, the surroundings were desolate, at most just some mountains, and only the rainy area showed traces of ruined buildings.

Ao Yulie transformed into a white dragon form, carried Tang Luo and the others, and soon arrived at the rainy place.

"This rain must be sulfuric acid," Ao Yulie couldn't help muttering upon entering the black rain curtain.

Raindrops hitting the ground directly corroded the impact points, emitting irritating white smoke; this place was originally a building complex, and under the rain's onslaught it kept collapsing.

From the remnants, these buildings were not modern steel‑reinforced concrete but a mix of wood and stone.

Before the apocalypse, this world's productive development level was obviously inferior to that of the real world.

Adding the fairly abundant spiritual energy, is this the apocalypse of a cultivation world?

To be honest, this is not uncommon.

Generally, when people think of the apocalypse, their first image is of ruined skyscrapers after a nuclear flattening, deserted streets, broken doors and windows, and overturned vehicles.

"Whoo‑whoo."

The Howling Celestial Dog lying on the dragon's head and looking downward made some sounds.

"Master, someone's here," Zhu Bajie said, then acted, lifting a pile of rubble, breaking through the ground, and bringing the person hiding underground to face them.

There were five people in total, dressed in rags, three adults and two children; the three adults were middle‑aged to elderly, and two of them bore hideous scars that could not be concealed on face and body, with missing limbs as well.

One was blind in one eye, another had lost an arm.

They involuntarily flew up into the air, saw Tang Luo and the others, and instead of feeling fear they spat out pleasantries, warmly greeting Tang Luo's family.

In their speech they seemed to treat Tang Luo and company as someone else.

Ao Yulie struck with a bolt of lightning, instantly blackening them a shade and paralyzing them so they could not speak.

"I've never before seen a cultivator in such a miserable state," Ao Yulie sighed after the shock.

These five people are not ordinary.

The three adults are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, while the two children also have Qi Refining cultivation.

The one with the highest cultivation—that is, the person who is relatively clean and lacks many hideous scars—has formed a False Golden Core.

So‑called False Golden Core, as the name suggests, is a counterfeit Golden Core made by substituting a monster beast's inner core or some other special object for a true Golden Core.

False Golden Core cultivators are stronger than ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators but weaker than normal Golden Core cultivators.

Moreover, they have no hope of further advancement; False Golden Core cultivators are originally rare, but the Mountain Sea Realm is vast, with an astonishing number of cultivators, so False Golden Core cultivators are naturally not few.

Ao Yulie is very aware of the existence of such cultivators.

After calming these people down, Zhu Bajie then said, "You've misunderstood; we are not the traitors you speak of."

Obviously, after the deity's apocalypse and the heavenly disaster descended, some cultivators sided with the Doomsday Camp, becoming turncoats.

Being able to maintain a splendid appearance in such an environment, ride dragons, and possess extraordinary strength—yet you still claim you're not a turncoat?

"Master, don't you find these people's words somewhat familiar?" Ao Yulie asked.

"What?" Tang Luo asked.

"Let me think," Ao Yulie pondered, "No wonder these guys' words resemble the world I once stayed in. Master, you haven't also continued the fortune of a mortal dynasty called Great You, have you?"

"It's actually this world," Tang Luo recalled, having visited it twice before.

The first time I brought away the Howling Celestial Dog, the second time I brought away Ao Yulie.

I never expected that this world, originally in a state of Spiritual Qi Revival with cultivators' strength constantly rising, would suddenly turn into an apocalypse.

Um, well, maybe not so sudden.

Because from the time Tang Luo left this world the second time until now, no one knows how long this world has passed.

Some changes have arisen that are reasonable.