Chapter 1059 - 761: A Nascent Soul Appeared in the Treasure Chest???
Chapter 1059 - 761: A Nascent Soul Appeared in the Treasure Chest???
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
Listening to the sound coming from the Treasure Chest, Li Zheng’s expression gradually became peculiar: "Could there be a ’chūnibyō’ locked inside? God of Darkness?"
On the first day of the Matrix Game, the guy who called himself the God of Darkness left a deep impression on Li Zheng.
To be honest, Li Zheng was very curious whether the other party had died in the Matrix at the time, or if they had actually broken through the Matrix and returned to the Outer World.
"But since the Terminal hasn’t mentioned that guy, he probably died..."
If the God of Darkness had broken through the Matrix and left, the Terminal couldn’t possibly have no reaction at all. If he had such power, the Terminal would definitely try its best to recruit him to help fight the Emotion Storm.
Whether or not it’s a ’chūnibyō,’ I’ll know once I open it and take a look.
Li Zheng lifted the lid of the Treasure Chest, and before he could clearly see the appearance of the shouting figure inside, a beam of golden light shot out like a long rainbow, rushing straight at his face.
The rainbow shouted, "You scoundrel, dare to imprison your Lord Golden Light. Once I refine your soul and seize your body, consider it your apology!"
The golden rainbow entered Li Zheng’s mind through his forehead.
Li Zheng’s expression changed, and he closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his mind.
"Scoundrel, give me your life... ah?????"
The golden rainbow was squeezed to the edge of Li Zheng’s mind by his Spiritual Body. It was a palm-sized little figure, glowing crystal clear like a carved gem.
At this moment, the little figure stood there dumbfounded, looking at the mountainous Spiritual Body before it, unable to come back to its senses for a long time.
Li Zheng moved his hand over and poked the little golden figure gently: "Hey, why did you go silent?"
"Spare me, Immortal!"
The little golden figure came to its senses and wanted to kneel down to beg for mercy but found no space to do so, crying out with a bitter face: "I didn’t know an Immortal was here, please forgive my previous offenses and do not take them to heart!"
If there had been space for him to kneel, he probably would have been kowtowing frantically while saying this, desperate enough to smash his brains out.
"Immortal?"
Li Zheng frowned slightly. What on earth is this little golden figure? Why can it speak fluent Chinese and understand so much Xianxia novel jargon?
Wait!
Suddenly realizing something, he widened his eyes in surprise, grabbed the little golden figure, and stuffed it into the Dark Realm.
The little golden figure was in terror, not knowing what Li Zheng intended to do, thinking he was going to harm him, and cried for mercy: "Spare me! Immortal, spare me! I truly meant no offense!"
He was firmly held by Li Zheng, unable to move at all.
This feeling of being unable to control his own body hadn’t been felt for centuries.
It reminded him of those days when he had just begun Cultivation and accidentally provoked the most powerful family heir in his hometown, being hunted like a stray dog.
Fearing for his life every day!
"Shut up!"
A loud shout left the little golden figure disoriented, taking nearly two minutes to regain his senses, standing there trembling, not daring to utter another word.
He lowered his head, stealing glances around him.
He found himself in a Realm of Nothingness, facing an Immortal Primordial Spirit who looked exactly like him, but behind the Primordial Spirit was a Bodhi Treasure Tree rooted in the void, flourishing enormously.
Even the Puguang Temple, which treats the Ancient Bodhi Tree as its Sect’s Treasure, pales in comparison to this Bodhi Treasure Tree!
His body trembled as his gaze swept across.
All around him, there were no fewer than three hundred Primordial Spirit projections scattered about, each vivid and lifelike, with special waves emanating from them. It seemed that with a single thought, they could come alive.
"Demon! This is no Immortal! He’s a great demon!!!"
The little golden figure’s heart roared like a mountain flood, unable to restrain his wails and lamentations.
It seemed like he was doomed today with no chance to escape.
He never expected that failing to cross the tribulation, he had to resolve it like a Soldier Resolution to preserve his Nascent Soul, hoping to find a way to become a Soldier Dissolving Immortal in the future and cultivate into a Land Immortal’s fruit of Dao.
Yet ultimately, he fell into the hands of a great demon who refined others’ Primordial Spirits!
Let alone cultivate into a Soldier Dissolving Immortal, it was still uncertain whether he could survive the day.
While observing his surroundings, Li Zheng was also observing the little golden figure.
Li Zheng felt an extremely solid Spiritual Power emanating from this little figure, almost comparable to his own, the only difference being that the little golden figure wasn’t as massive as him.
From the other party’s nonsensical words earlier, Li Zheng thought of a term to describe the little golden figure’s type: Nascent Soul!
Of course, Li Zheng didn’t believe in the whole Immortal Cultivation business, so "Nascent Soul" was merely a term for a more solidified Spiritual Body.
Just like: a kettle, a toilet, a slipper, they are just names for objects.
"I have a few questions for you to answer honestly." Li Zheng slowly said, "If I find any dishonesty, I don’t need to explain what will happen, right?"
The little golden figure immediately responded: "Ask away, Immortal, and I will answer to the best of my ability!"
"Alright." Li Zheng asked, "First, what is your name?"
"My name is Yan Jinjin, a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, renowned for practicing the Golden Light Beidou Sword Technique. Fellow cultivators call me ’Golden Light True Man.’"
Late-stage Nascent Soul...
Li Zheng’s eyelid twitched. There really are Immortal Cultivators?
"Second question, where are you from, and why were you trapped in the Treasure Chest?"
"To answer Immortal," Yan Jinjin replied respectfully, "I hail from Fengyang City, an honored guest of the Yang Family, one of the three major families there." As for why I was trapped in... a chest, wasn’t I captured by you, Immortal?"
Yan Jinjin seemed puzzled, he only recalled nearing his tribulation and seeking a safe place to prepare for it, believing that once he crossed this Celestial Tribulation, he could become a Clarity Realm Cultivator.
But lacking in power, he was half-dead by Tribulation Thunder, choosing Soldier Resolution... to destroy his own body, letting the Nascent Soul escape far away.
Just before leaving the Celestial Tribulation’s influence, he suddenly saw darkness, as if entering a completely lightless world.
Assuming it to be the plot of an old enemy, he was in the midst of cursing when he saw the dark world being uncovered by someone. Seizing the chance to escape, he assumed this person was an enemy’s helper. Not feeling any Cultivation fluctuations from them, thinking he lacked the Soldier Dissolving Immortal technique, he decided to use a Demon Dao method to seize the other’s body.
Hmm.
Then it turned out like this.
"So, not long ago, you were crossing a tribulation?" Li Zheng was greatly intrigued, realizing that there really were Immortal Cultivators?
"That’s correct."
"Earlier, you mentioned you were from Fengyang City, where exactly is Fengyang City?" Li Zheng continued to ask.
"Fengyang City is in the Lower Realm, northeast of Central Continent, and the largest city there!"
"Lower Realm? Which Lower Realm?"
Li Zheng grew somewhat impatient, as he had asked several questions, yet Yan Jinjin hadn’t answered them precisely.
Does this guy have a problem with his intelligence?
Couldn’t he tell that Li Zheng wanted to know which world he came from?
However, Yan Jinjin looked confused: "The Lower Realm is naturally the mortal world below the Immortal Realm, how can there be more than one Lower Realm?"
He was pondering too, wondering if there could be more than one Lower Realm beneath the Immortal Realm?
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