Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!

Chapter 1172 - 921: What Are You Muttering About? (2)

"It must be you, sir, he’s indeed come in. Next, we’ll wait for your command."

"Hey! Stepping into the array and facing our intense aura is the first layer of pollution; acquiring the written cultivation techniques and other items is the second layer of pollution;

And everyone acting according to the plan is yet another layer of pollution. Even with purification ability, it’s absolutely impossible for him to retreat unscathed under the triple pollution."

The old man sensed the careful steps of the other party coming over, couldn’t help but smile at the corners of his mouth, "Let’s prepare to welcome a new member!"

Jiang Yuan willingly stepped into the array; he didn’t feel anything unusual, but the Poison Resistance +1 speed was much faster than usual.

Since acquiring the "Great Wilderness Heart Method," it hadn’t had much other use, just brushing Poison Resistance upon encountering anything bizarre. Consistently brushing it, he hadn’t really faced any situation where his defense was easily broken.

While cultivators spoke about bizarre things with dread, he could openly hold the polluted cultivation techniques in his hands and carefully peruse them.

"Hahaha! Young friend, since you’ve arrived, stay a while!" The old man noticed he had no fluctuations of spiritual power throughout his body, nor any purification method defenses, and yet he was defenselessly holding the strongest techniques tainted by pollution, secretly pleased the plan succeeded, and immediately shouted as he burst out from his hideout!

At the same moment, a series of "bang bang" explosions could be heard nearby, as the pre-ambushed bizarre beings erupted from underground.

Jiang Yuan feigned surprise, holding a thick sheaf of pollutants in one hand; he made preparations with the other hand, asking back, "What do you mean by this?"

"No other meaning, but we felt a connection with you and wanted to fulfill our host’s obligations."

"Satisfied with our cultivation technique, young friend? I, your senior, want to personally guide you in cultivation."

"Hee hee, isn’t it about time?"

"Seems it’s not quite ready, haven’t marinated enough. How about I lend a hand..."

......

They gradually approached in a surrounding formation; as the encirclement tightened, the bizarre beings feared he would bring out a hook to attack again, thus remained fully alert to avoid calamity.

But the other party didn’t reveal a weapon; instead, the look of terror on his face deepened, making them feel more complacent.

This plan posed some risk, yet the odds of success were high. Once succeeded, they could escape the sealed land, enjoying the freedom of their strange forms.

In this situation, the bizarre beings congratulated themselves on the smooth execution, charging at Jiang Yuan to suppress him completely with pollution!

"Slap!"

Seeing a bizarre being pounce forward, Jiang Yuan retaliated with a strong thrust, saying, "Keep your distance!"

What followed was a large capture net descending.

Locked on the target, clicked on the storage bag’s one-time capture net, and a large net instantly ensnared four or five bizarre beings; he then selected a target, clicked, and used another net!

"No, no, how can this be?" The old man sensing the dire situation, turned to flee, only to be caught from the side by a flying net. In an instant, only some of the craftiest and most cautious bizarre beings evaded, with the rest caught in the nets.

Jiang Yuan chuckled and asked, "In your opinion, what should be done?"

As he said this, he snapped his fingers, and ice flames joyfully danced at his fingertips, flowing over the pollutants like blue water, igniting a blue flame.

"Purifying Fire?!"

"You, you actually have this kind of means!"

"Deceiver, damn deceiver!"

......

The captured bizarre beings knew what fate awaited them, each furious and gnashing their teeth like specters from hell.

"Alas, I intended to deal honorably, but you broke the agreement first. What can I do?"

Jiang Yuan shrugged, leisurely swinging the Soul Hook, "You truly disappoint me, while deepening my stereotype that bizarre beings are untrustworthy. What should I do now? Encountering bizarre beings again, I wouldn’t dare trust their promises anymore."

The bizarre beings wailed, pleaded, cursed, but could only watch him wield the divine artifact, slicing their companions to pieces, awaiting their turn.

"Unfair! This is unfair! Creator God, open your eyes and see, since we’re doomed to extinction, why create us?" The old man curled up in the net, looked to the sky, cursed, "Damn Creator God, you are the stupidest fool in the world!"

"What are you grumbling about?" Jiang Yuan continued slicing as he laughed, "What god is the Creator God? Never heard of it, why not curse a god everyone knows."

The opponent abruptly turned his head 180 degrees, eyes glowing green, and said coldly, "How do you think we became these creatures neither human nor ghostly? Of course, it’s in the Ghost Realm, transformed by the Creator God!"

Sounding rather novel.

He hadn’t expected, within the Cang Lake Mountain instance, besides gaining a bunch of niche profession techniques and pill formulas, to hear mysteries about bizarre beings.

Jiang Yuan paused, asking, "Do you know what happened in the Ghost Realm? I’ve asked many powerful bizarre beings, they don’t know what happened to them, why they’ve become peculiar. Aren’t you deceiving me again?"

The old man stared at him, not responding.

After a while, seeing the other about to strike, he quickly asked, "If I tell you, would you spare my life?"

"If earlier you hadn’t tried to deceive me and traded honestly, I’d consider believing you. But now, how do I know if you’re speaking truth or fabricating?"

However, if you’re willing to speak, I’ll leave you some time to sincerely pray to the Creator God. If you truly became like this because of Him, perhaps He may intervene."

Grasping the only faint chance for survival, the old man nodded in agreement.

"Young friend, achieving cultivation at such a young age makes the old me envious." Facing imminent doom, he cherished the chance to speak one last time, tidied his clothes, sat upright in the net, and recalled, "I truly attained enlightenment in my middle age, with no mentor, so could only meditate and seek the way at Cang Lake Mountain.

Though my realm wasn’t high, my divine sense was much stronger than ordinary cultivators’. Likely, because of this, I became an excellent Writer.

There’s nothing much to say about the earth-shattering event, everything happened too suddenly; I couldn’t react at all. By the time I realized the situation wasn’t right, the entire Cang Lake Mountain, along with surrounding valleys and grasslands, were on a shard, rapidly drifting in the void.

Fortunately, there were alchemists on the mountain, and spirit medicines to refine Grain Avoidance Pills, allowing everyone to endure without starving to death.

Later, the shard flew faster and faster, unnaturally speeding up.

Initially, the flight was pushed by the immense energy from the world’s collapse, but logically should slow down in the void, yet it didn’t. Things were too abnormal, so I became cautious.

While others worried and feared, huddled together, I was meditating, preparing myself to face whatever challenge lay ahead. Finally, after speeding for two or three days, we saw a blackness darker than ink spreading across the sky, about to swallow us."

He paused a moment, then said melancholically, "I later knew that wasn’t simply blackness, but a black hole torn open in the void, the ’Ghost Realm’ that cultivators dread.

Upon entry, the darkness was horribly silent.

No sound from companions, even my own calls were swallowed by the darkness. Later on, I could hear whispers in the darkness, like apparitions, seemingly close by.

Those voices grew louder, resonated inside my head, even though it was useless to pierce my eardrums. At that moment, I felt waves of heat, then shivered with cold.

No idea how long it lasted, as my strong divine sense couldn’t resist, nearly fainting. The sky, brightened..."

Can’t deny, the old man was good at storytelling.

Especially his voice matched with an excellent rhythm that made Jiang Yuan feel as if he was there, eager to know what happened next, "And then? Hurry, tell me!"

"Then..." The other smiled faintly, lowering his voice mysteriously, "I met the Creator God in the Ghost Realm."