20demayo Chapter 41 The Wasteland, Do You Know How to Play Minesweeper?
Chapter 41 The Wasteland, Do You Know How to Play Minesweeper?
Huang's pupils suddenly contracted.
An unprecedentedly enormous sword appeared in the void, spanning countless ages, its tip pointing directly at Huang's brow.
The sword was so large that it seemed to be able to split the entire sky in two.
The power of time on the sword was so dense that it almost solidified, and the phantom of the river of time surged and flowed on the sword.
It's terrifying.
This sword strike was more than ten times stronger than the previous one!
With lightning speed, a red halo appeared out of thin air behind him, radiating an ominous, blood-red light.
[The Dharma of No-Self]!
True selfless rebirth!
Huang's consciousness detached from his body in an instant, frantically retracing back against the flow of time.
He realized what he had just said—we are destined to be connected with this sea and mountain.
That's the sentence.
That one sentence triggered all the remaining traps.
Huang's consciousness crashed into the body of his past self who was speaking, forcibly altering cause and effect.
"...We're not familiar with this person."
Returning to the desolate past, they promptly changed their tune.
The myriad magic swords of Penglai, covering the entire mountainside, lost their trigger condition, paused slightly, and then slowly dissipated.
The enormous sword that spanned countless ages shattered like a bubble, turning into countless points of light that disappeared into the night sky.
Huang let out a long breath.
But the next moment——
In the void, an invisible bolt of lightning struck down fiercely.
The punishment of causality.
That is the backlash from heaven and earth against any act of forcibly altering cause and effect; it cannot be avoided or escaped, and can only be endured.
Huang gritted his teeth and took the hit.
Countless cracks suddenly appeared on his body, like a piece of shattered porcelain that had been forcibly glued back together.
Black blood seeped from the cracks and dripped onto the ruins.
He was panting heavily, a survivor of a catastrophe.
This punishment is almost the most powerful one.
Fortunately, my Dharma body is tough enough.
He sat cross-legged, making a mysterious hand gesture, and magical power slowly circulated around his body.
Gazing at the Bodhi Tree in the Distance
【Practicing medicine to help the world】
Two healing powers were activated simultaneously, and a gentle light enveloped his entire body.
After the surge of magical energy, the cracks slowly healed, and the injuries gradually recovered.
Huang opened his eyes, looked at the night sky that had returned to calm, and remained silent for a moment.
Then he spoke, his voice tinged with lingering fear:
"This...sea..."
He promptly changed his form of address: "How can this person be so strong?"
He was completely baffled, and a knot formed in his brow beneath the bronze mask:
"Is she even stronger than Jiang Mingzi?"
Baili Yuan sighed and continued searching through the ruins without looking up.
"Strong is the way to go."
"Because his supernatural abilities allow him to borrow the supernatural powers of his own ancestor."
He gritted his teeth, the sound forced out from between them:
"And the birdman is a reincarnation of Lü Bu."
Huang asked, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Baili Yuan sighed deeply, turning over stones while muttering to himself:
"Three surnames..."
"Even the term 'serving three masters' is insufficient to explain the mixed nature of his lineage."
"He carries the heritage of at least four families on his back, and he can borrow the ancestral power of half the world of supernatural powers."
He counted on his fingers:
"Eternal Mingzi, the Immortal Lord of Eternal Ten Thousand Dharmas, and the Lord of the Mountains and Rivers of Life and Death, give orders at the same time."
"The Heaven-Returning Blood Body, the Great Evolution Blood Body, and the Hundred-Refined Blood Body of the Supreme Being of the River of Oblivion."
"There are also the Peach Blossom Immortal of Penglai, the Daoist Forgetting for Three Thousand Years, and the Divine Power Forbidden Law."
He paused, his tone carrying a deep sense of powerlessness:
"If the previous generation of the Nine Realms Sect hadn't died so quickly, I would even suspect that he could have borrowed our Selfless Dharma Form."
Baili Yuan, finding humor in his misery, laughed heartily: "If it's fate, then it is; if it's not fate, then it is."
Huang fell completely silent.
Baili Yuan continued searching, muttering to himself:
"He reached the pinnacle of the supernatural world at the age of twenty, and then he never came down."
"Relying on his own ability to refine magical artifacts, he can even fix the borrowed supernatural powers."
He sighed deeply, his voice carrying a profound sense of powerlessness:
"For example, the method used to attack you and me just now was the 'Eternal Mountain and Sea Map' that he refined using 'Chang Shimingzi'."
That's a magical artifact unprecedented in the history of supernatural powers, possessing multiple supernatural abilities.
"Truly the Lord of Eternal Treasure Creation"
Looking at his future, Baili Yuan felt only darkness.
He looked worriedly at the desolation beside him:
"Can you beat me, the strongest me?"
Huang paused for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"If it were at their peak... that would be troublesome."
Baili Yuan's heart sank: "Can't we beat them?"
Huang Leng snorted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes beneath the bronze mask:
"We will win!"
His gaze was deep and distant, as if he were looking at something very far away.
To defeat Haishan, he needs some... other trump cards.
Should we use his help?
Baili Yuan didn't notice Huang's deep thoughts; his hand touched something in the ruins.
A box.
It is made of wood, has a rustic feel, and the edges are worn white, but it is well preserved overall.
"Found it!"
Baili Yuan's eyes lit up. He dragged the box out of the rubble and placed it on a flat stone slab.
"I remember there was something inside..."
As he spoke, he opened the lid of the box.
Then, his voice abruptly stopped.
Huang noticed something was wrong and came over: "What's wrong?"
"Is there something wrong with the map?"
Baili Yuan did not answer.
After a long silence, he asked a strange question:
"Hey, do you know how to play Minesweeper?"
shortage:?
Huang leaned closer to take a look.
The box was stuffed full of parchment.
Each roll is identical in material, size, and mounting; there is no discernible difference.
On the inside of the lid, there is a line of text engraved.
I can't stop you from getting the map.
[So I imitated your aura and trained several fakes to go in; I guarantee you won't be able to tell the difference.]
There's no reward for guessing correctly, and a penalty for guessing incorrectly.
Hope you have fun.
—Haishan.
Next to it is a cute line drawing: a little person with his hands on his hips, grinning from ear to ear.
Baili Yuan remained silent for a long time.
Then, he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:
"Or we could just give up on this damn 10,000-way weaving machine."
Huang crossed his arms, his expression obscured by the bronze mask.
His tone, however, carried an undeniable firmness: "We will win."
Baili Yuan completely broke down: "Then look at this box and say it!!!!"
He could figure that out with his ass.
The map was dismantled incorrectly, and suddenly it became another Penglai Myriad Laws Sword.
Looking at that box, which was packed full of at least a hundred maps.
Huang Xinwei turned his head away guiltily, pretending to look at the scenery in the distance.
Yu Guang watched the devastated look in his eyes as he was reincarnated, and Huang Xin sighed.
It wasn't me who hurt you.
It was Hai Shan who ruined you.
On the other side...
On a fairy island in the East China Sea, a man with heterochromia, who was playing a game on his computer, raised an eyebrow.
"This feeling."
"Has someone tampered with the cause and effect of the Eternal Mountain and Sea Map?"
Hai Shan looked at the date in the upper right corner of the screen and nodded seriously:
"That's right, it's about time."
Sensing the unusual sensation emanating from the magical artifact, Hai Shan's handsome heterochromatic eyes held a hint of helplessness:
"If their appearance hadn't already been witnessed, the Eternal Mountain and Sea Map could have killed one of them on the spot."
"Fine, it's just a matter of waiting another three months."
A shout came from outside the door.
"Ahai, I'm back!"
Hai Shan paused the game and put the controller down.
He looked at the group approaching him, his expression gentle:
"Yes, welcome home, little senior sister."
"Welcome home, you are the descendants of the Three Truths."
In 1906 AD.
Inside the gathering of seekers of the Dharma, which is closest to the Third Dharma Palace of the Three Truths.
Two figures stared in disbelief at the intelligence report before them.
"What does it mean to 'truly wholesale magic talismans'?"