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Thick, leaden black clouds gathered wildly from all directions, instantly obscuring the stars and moon, hanging low as if to crush the entire ruins!
Deep within the clouds, a continuous, muffled rumble of thunder, so deep it was terrifying, echoed through the air. Massive bolts of lightning, sometimes blazing white, sometimes dark, darted wildly through the sea of clouds, exploding and crashing!
A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up sand, gravel, and iron filings, accompanied by a shrill, ghostly wail!
The entire world seemed to have transformed into a massive, impending, andrious inferno, with the fuse at its core being the tiny yet godlike figure within the factory!
This is a celestial phenomenon caused by the Yin-Yang Thunder Technique! It is the power of the Great Dao's origin crushing and proclaiming to the mortal world!
Standing at the center of this cataclysmic scene, facing the overwhelming will emanating from the thunderous Tai Chi, Zhou Sheng's cloudy eyes showed no fear. Instead, they burned with a fanatical light akin to that of a martyr.
On his withered body, the "internal Qimen Plate" composed of countless mysterious light patterns shone brightly, like the veins of a living star!
"Watch closely! What does 'beyond change' mean!"
Zhou Sheng's voice was like a Daoist shout that pierced through eternity.
He took a step forward!
This step is no longer the teleportation of the past, but a leap in the very form of existence!
A strange buzzing sound emanated from the space.
Zhou Sheng's figure suddenly became illusory and distorted! It was as if a pebble had been thrown into his reflection in the water.
A living, breathing "Wang Ye" appeared on the spot!
He wore a blue Taoist robe, had long, disheveled hair, and even his posture of clutching his stomach and retching in pain, as well as the cold sweat and paleness on his face, were all vividly portrayed!
Those eyes looked at Lin Shen, carrying Wang Ye's unique helplessness and a trace of lingering fear, even perfectly mimicking the faint residual Qi of Feng Hou Qi Men within his body!
But this illusion lasted for less than half a breath!
The light and shadow fluctuated and recombine violently once again!
The ragged, white-haired, aged, and crazed figure reappeared, his murky eyes filled with an all-knowing depth.
Then, the light and shadow changed again!
A clear bird song pierced the thunder!
A kingfisher, entirely emerald green with iridescent feathers and no bigger than a palm, appeared out of thin air where Zhou Sheng had just been standing!
It tilted its head nimbly, its beady eyes curiously surveying the depths of the forest. Its wings fluttered slightly, creating subtle yet realistic air currents, as if it had just flown in from the forest, completely out of place in this destructive thunderous environment!
The light and shadow are distorted and elongated, and a fierce aura reappears!
Dusty work clothes, a baseball cap pulled low, a hideous centipede-shaped scar in the shadows, and a chilling killing intent!
It was the terrifying image that had severely injured Wang Ye before!
He pointed his fingers like knives, maintaining his thrusting posture. The chilling and domineering aura that penetrated the internal organs and froze the meridians spread out again, clashing fiercely with the surrounding thunderous power!
Kingfisher, Zhou Sheng, Scarface, Wang Ye... Four completely different forms of existence flashed, alternated, and overlapped wildly at a speed that exceeded the limits of vision within the small space where Zhou Sheng's body was located!
One moment they are emerald-feathered creatures about to take flight, the next they are ferocious swordsmen with murderous intent, and then in the blink of an eye they are compassionate and desolate hunchbacked old men, or young Taoists struggling in pain... This is not an illusion!
Each form carries a genuine life force, unique energy fluctuations, and even subtle spiritual imprints!
It was as if the rules of time and existence had been completely shattered and reassembled in him!
He was no longer "playing a role," but briefly became "him"!
It became the "variable" itself, outside the rules!
The factory space trembled and groaned violently under the incredible power of this "incarnation"!
The light was completely distorted, forming countless broken bands of light; the sense of distance was completely disordered, and the deep forest that was so close at hand seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers; the passage of time also became viscous and strange, fast and slow.
Only the black and white lightning Tai Chi diagram hanging overhead, spinning endlessly, still exudes a constant and vast will, like a stabilizing force, suppressing this spacetime on the verge of collapse!
This astonishing "dance of transformation" lasted for about three breaths.
The light and shadow suddenly collapsed and merged into one.
Zhou Sheng's tattered Taoist robe figure became clear and solid again.
He was breathing slightly, his face showing the exhaustion of using his great power, but his cloudy eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Lin Shen.
At the same time, Lin Shen slowly closed his eyes.
The black and white lightning that surged on the surface of his body like liquid Dao principles, stirring up thunderstorms in the heavens and earth, suddenly reversed course and flowed back like rivers flowing into the sea!
There was no earth-shattering fanfare, only a profound Taoist charm of returning to simplicity and tranquility.
The violent black and white lightning snakes obediently entered his skin, meridians, and acupoints, eventually returning to the endlessly rotating Yin-Yang Thunder Pill deep within his dantian.
Boom! Crack—!
The moment the lightning struck, the terrifying dark clouds outside the factory, which blotted out the sun and were accompanied by thunder and lightning, were instantly wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand!
The gale suddenly stopped, and the thunder ceased instantly!
The pale moonlight shone down again without obstruction, illuminating the ravaged factory and the two people standing opposite each other, as if the apocalyptic thunderstorm just now was just an illusion for everyone.
Strange phenomena in the heavens and earth appear and disappear at will!
Under the moonlight, Zhou Sheng looked at the young man before him, whose aura was completely restrained, like a deep pool or ancient well, and his eyes were extremely complicated.
There was amazement, apprehension, the satisfaction of seeing like-minded people, and even a hint of... indescribable loneliness.
After a long while, he let out a long, long sigh.
This sigh carried so much, traversing long years and solitude, ultimately transforming into a low and sincere statement:
"That kid Wang Ye... he's incredibly lucky to have a friend like you."
Lin Shen opened his eyes, a flash of deep lightning in them disappearing in an instant, before returning to calm.
He didn't speak, but simply watched this frail old man who carried a shocking secret.
Zhou Sheng's gaze turned extremely serious, even carrying a hint of warning: "Feng Hou Qi Men... the true path... 'Na Ju Ru Ti'... you are not allowed to tell him a single word of these!"
His withered finger pointed towards Wang Ye in the ruins, his tone resolute, "I want to see...when this fool who stumbled upon the inheritance...will be able to...understand the true meaning of these 'shackles'!When...will he be qualified...to truly enter the game!"
"This...is also his 'calamity'!"
The moonlight was silent, casting cold shadows on the steel ruins. Lin Shen looked at the unwavering resolve in Zhou Sheng's eyes, and the almost harsh expectation hidden behind them, and remained silent for a moment.
Finally, he clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed deeply to this senior martial artist, to this legendary figure among the "Thirty-Six Thieves," and to this old man who had imprisoned himself to guard this earth-shattering secret, and performed an extremely solemn ancient ritual:
"This junior will heed your teachings, senior."
The voice was not loud, but every word carried immense weight, like metal or stone falling to the ground.
Zhou Sheng gave Lin Shen a deep look, his gaze seeming to etch Lin Shen's promise into the depths of his soul.
Then, he let out another unreadable sigh, his hunched figure appearing even more desolate and lonely in the moonlight.
He didn't say another word, but slowly turned around and started walking.
This time, his steps were no longer heavy or hunched, but rather revealed a strange lightness after a heavy burden had been lifted.
His figure, like flowing water blending into the moonlight, flickered a few times in the shadow of the huge abandoned machinery before disappearing completely, leaving behind only the mess of steel, the lingering faint smell of burning, and that cold, aloof... full moon.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Lin Shen is back.
Lin Shen looked at the four people playing cards next to the ruins.
Zhuge Meng: "Two idiots!"
"I only have three cards left, can you beat me in a second?"
Wang Ye: "Royal Flush!"
"Won......"
Zhuge Meng: "???"
Wang Ye said smugly, "This is exactly the time I've been waiting for!"
Lin Shen transformed into a bolt of lightning and appeared around Wang Ye.
Lin Shen looked at Wang Ye speechlessly.
"Why are you four playing cards?"
Wang Ye said, "I'm bored. Let's play some cards. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore."
Lin Shen: "I'm asking, where did you get the playing cards?"
Just then, a familiar big head appeared in front of Lin Shen.
It was the same high monk who had performed the Luo Tian Grand Ritual before.
The head monk smiled and said to Lin Shen, "Young man, long time no see!"
"Peanuts, melon seeds, mineral water, mahjong, playing cards, wanna have some?"
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Chapter 116 Zhuge the Fox
"Peanuts, melon seeds, mineral water... you motherfucker, you big monk, what the hell are you doing here?"
The senior monk rubbed his hands together and said, "Hey buddy, here's a piece of paper, can you stamp it for me?"
Lin Shen knew what the monk was talking about.
But this is impossible.
Lin Shen said to the big monk, "Get out!"
The head monk pointed at Lin Shen and said, "You're really being unfair!"
Lightning crackled in Lin Shen's hand as he said, "Get lost!"
The head monk's face darkened.
"Hmph, fine, get out then!"