bdsm-fiction Chapter 144 The Unlucky Guy's Transmigration, The Prologue
Chapter 144 The Unlucky Guy's Transmigration, The Prologue
Chapter 144 The Loser's Transmigration, The Prelude to His Return
The moment he passed through the portal, Lu Mingfei felt as if his body was being pulled by countless hands at the same time.
The feeling was strange; it wasn't pain, but a tingling numbness seeping from the very bones, as if his internal organs were churning, like being stuffed into a washing machine. His consciousness blurred in that instant, and all he could see were countless swirling lights and shadows, and all he could hear was a buzzing roar.
Not only that, he also seemed to hear Lu Mingze's laughter.
However, he felt that this was probably just an illusion, since the little devil had made it clear that he would no longer interfere with his life after he decided to abandon the original timeline.
Yeah, you're definitely scaring yourself.
The strange feeling didn't last long; the next moment, his feet touched solid ground.
Then, he smelled blood.
The smell of blood was so strong it was nauseating.
Lu Mingfei quickly looked around. He was standing on a gentle slope with soft soil under his feet and a scene of carnage before him.
Tens of thousands of troops clashed on the plains like two giant waves crashing together, splashing blood everywhere. It was not like the neat square formations clashing in the game, but a chaotic and utterly intertwined slaughter.
Arrows rained down like locusts, obscuring half the sky. Warhorses neighed, their iron hooves crushing fallen bodies, the sound of bones breaking drowned out by the roar of clashing metal.
Some were impaled on the ground by spears, their bodies still convulsing, their fingers gripping the earth, unable to rise again. Others had their arms severed, kneeling in pools of blood, howling in agony, the white bone exposed at the cut, blood gushing out like a fountain. Some were dragged by warhorses, their bodies rolling on the rubble, their screams fading until only a bloody, mangled trail remained.
Lu Mingfei's legs were going weak. It wasn't that he hadn't seen big scenes before. The StarCraft World Championship Finals, the stadium with tens of thousands of people, the thunderous cheers, the spotlight shining on his face, the eyes of the whole world focused on the operation of his fingertips. He thought he had seen it all, and that he could handle any situation.
But that's different; those people came to watch the game.
These people are both killing and being killed.
This isn't a game. If you die, you die. There's no fountain to revive you, no countdown to start over. What pops up on the screen isn't "GG," but rather lives that are wiped out forever.
Lu Mingfei's throat was dry, his hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, his whole body was shaking. He wanted to run, to find a place to hide, to go back behind that portal, back to the VIP room of the foot massage parlor, back to the world where young ladies massaged his feet, but his legs wouldn't obey him, as if they were nailed to the ground.
Just then, he heard the sound of horses' hooves.
The sound came from the side, initially faint and drowned out by the roar of the battlefield, then grew closer and louder, like a drumbeat, each strike hitting his heart.
Lu Mingfei turned his head.
A warrior from Quan Shen spotted him and was spurring his horse toward him at full speed.
He rode a tall black horse, fully clad in armor, with only his eyes showing through slits. In his hand he held a long spear, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the dim light, with half of someone's intestines hanging from it.
The black horse's hooves flew, splashing up large amounts of mud and blood.
The overwhelming stench of blood left Lu Mingfei's mind blank, and he even forgot that he was a cultivator about to establish his foundation. He could only let the spear tip rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.
call out!
Just before the long spear was about to pierce Lu Mingfei through, a cluster of arrows shot out from nowhere, piercing the black-armored warrior's throat. Blood gushed from the shaft, the long spear slipped from his hand and fell from his horse, raising a cloud of dust.
Before Lu Mingfei could react to what was happening, another rider charged in from the side!
As the warhorse charged at high speed, it slightly turned to the side, almost brushing past Lu Mingfei. A thick arm reached out from the horse and pulled Lu Mingfei up by the waist with almost no effort.
Lu Mingfei felt as if he had been lifted up like a rag doll and then slammed heavily onto the horse's back. His stomach pressed against the saddle, his internal organs churned again, and his vision went black.
The cavalry galloped away, the wind whistling past their ears, mixed with the sound of arrows piercing the air and shouts of battle. Lu Mingfei gripped the edge of the saddle tightly, his whole body bouncing on the horse's back like a rag doll. The acid in his stomach rose to his throat, but he swallowed it back down.
What world has he somehow traveled to?!
After chatting in the chat group for a while, seeing that Lu Mingfei had stopped responding, Russell stopped paying attention and took out the divine essence he had obtained from the Wu Geng Ji world.
Russell held the divine essence in his palm and examined it closely.
In the world of Wu Geng Ji, this thing is the core of the gods' power. From the outside, it is just a ball of light about the size of a fist, with a faint golden light flowing around it.
During their youth, the gods of the Divine Race awaken their own divine power attributes by stimulating their divine essence through "divine revelation".
Divine power is further subdivided into seven major categories: the power of the colorless realm, the power of the Asura realm, the power of the Vajra realm, the power of the immortal realm, the power of the Ksitigarbha realm, the power of the Void realm, and the power of the Primordial realm.
The colorless divine power within is similar to a domain. Once the domain is activated, the world loses its color, and all abilities are suppressed. Within the domain, you are a god, a ruler, and the terminator of all things.
The divine power of the Asura Realm is more like that of a summoner, capable of summoning undead and spirit beasts to aid in battle; one person can command an army, and all spirits will bow down.
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The divine power of the Realm of Immortality and the divine power of the Realm of Earthly Treasury are opposites, one representing life and the other death. The former controls the source of life, bringing withered trees back to life; the latter controls the power of death, causing all things to return to nothingness.
The divine power of the myriad phenomena realm allows one to control all things in heaven and earth for one's own use; wind, rain, thunder, lightning, mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas are all weapons in one's hand.
The divine power of the Vajra Realm strengthens the physical body, achieving sainthood through physical prowess. One can shatter mountains and rivers with a single punch and tread upon the earth, becoming indestructible and indestructible.
The divine power of the Void Realm corresponds to the soul, peers into people's hearts, manipulates thoughts, and touches the depths of the soul.
The final primordial divine power is exclusive to divine beasts and has no place in the hands of humans.
There is no hierarchy among the seven; it all depends on the user's talent. To paraphrase Gangzi, there are no useless divine powers in the world, only useless gods.
The most representative of them is the True Zen Saint King.
As a new god created by the heavens, he possesses the power of the immortal realm, which is said to be the weakest in terms of combat strength. However, his combat power is comparable to that of the veteran dragons, and he can even save a dying great swordsman under the white wall of the heavens.
The upper limit of divine power lies not in what you obtain, but in who you are.
"Hmm... I wonder which divine power I can awaken."
Russell weighed the divine essence in his hand, quite curious.
Frankly speaking, based on his past personality, he felt that he was more likely to awaken the Myriad Phenomena Realm or the Void Realm. The Myriad Phenomena Realm controls all things in heaven and earth, which subtly resonates with the Four Symbols Authority within his body, while the Void Realm corresponds to the soul and is in line with his incomparably powerful spiritual strength.
Of course, the Vajra Realm is also good. With the power of the three dragons on his body, if he were to receive the blessing of the Vajra Realm's divine power, his physical strength would reach another level.
Filled with curiosity and anticipation, Russell pressed the divine essence from his chest into his heart.
The moment the divine energy touched his chest, it was like a drop of water merging into the surface of a lake, silently disappearing into his body and beneath his skin.
A warm feeling spread from my heart, like holding a cup of hot tea on a winter's day. The warmth spread from my palms to my fingertips, and from my fingertips to my limbs and bones. It seeped into my blood and spread throughout my body along my meridians with each heartbeat.
After a full cycle, this warm current finally returned to the heart, then turned into a burning sensation.
Russell clutched his chest, feeling as if a burning ember had been stuffed into his heart, each beat pumping scalding magma into his veins!
In his eyes, golden pupils involuntarily lit up, golden arcs of electricity dancing at the corners of his eyes, reflecting the scorching power within his body.
Until the burning sensation subsided, Russell exhaled a long, hot breath.
Then, an invisible ripple erupted from him in an instant.
The stone pillars of the pavilion have lost their original bluish-gray color and turned into a grayish-white hue.
The teacups on the stone table have lost their original blue and white color, turning into gray and white silhouettes.
The peach orchard in the distance has lost its original pink, white and emerald green colors, turning into a grayish-white outline.
The sky, the earth, the lake, the birds—everything lost its original color under the shimmering ripple.
Everything within a kilometer radius, except for him, turned grayish-white.
It's as if someone has faded the entire world, leaving only him in color, or rather, at this moment, no living being except him has the right to possess color.
Russell stood in the pavilion, his golden eyes shining brightly as he looked down at the gray world. He gently raised his hand, and with his five fingers clenched, everything within his domain was under his control.
pressing.
Absolute suppression.
Whether it's spiritual power, magical power, or pure physical strength, all will be suppressed to a limit of 0 in the colorless realm.
As he slowly retracted his domain, the surrounding gray-white color receded like the tide, and the world returned to its original colors. Russell gazed at the shimmering lake in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.
well.
He's gained another skill: showing off.
And so another month passed.
The autumn rain was continuous, creating a bleak atmosphere.
From late spring to early autumn, Russell and his companions had been in the mortal world for about half a year.
Xiao Yan and Xu Qi'an's strength improvement has also reached a bottleneck. About half a month ago, they replied that they would rush back for a farewell dinner. Today they can finally rush back to Green Bamboo Island.
Russell, Han Li, and the others listened to the rain and brewed wine in the pavilion in the backyard.
Autumn rain falls on the lake, stirring up countless ripples. The Soul-Nourishing Tree in the distance is hazy in the rain and mist, and the eerie light on its leaves is washed even colder by the rain. Occasionally, a spirit fish in the lake leaps out of the water, splashing a water droplet before falling back down, creating ripples in circles.
A pot of wine was warming on a small red clay stove in the pavilion, its aroma mingling with the crisp scent of rainwater, slowly permeating the air.
Bertrand Russell leaned against the railing, a glass of warm wine in his hand, listening to the sound of rain pattering on the pavilion roof, a continuous, gentle patter.
Zi Ling and Yuan Yao were preparing food on the side, while Wen Tianren was sitting opposite Han Li, holding a thick book on advanced physics, occasionally looking up to ask something.
Russell, listening from the side, was completely bewildered and silently poured another round of wine into his glass.
It can only be said that geniuses are geniuses wherever they are. Wen Tianren even took only one month to cross over from fantasy to science fiction.
Lunch was quickly prepared, and four streaks of light shot through the sky.
The light stood out starkly against the gray rain curtain, trailing long tails as it sped towards Green Bamboo Island, one after the other, through layers of rain and mist.
Russell looked up and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why are they both here too?"
Han Li also looked up, shook his head, and looked puzzled.
Xiao Yan and Xu Qi'an landed first, followed closely by Qing Yi and Manhuzi.
Qing Yi was still wearing a blue Taoist robe, smiling broadly, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. When he landed, his robe was clean and dry, with no water on it. His bearded man was shirtless and carefree. The rain hit him and then evaporated into steam by his magic.
Before Russell could ask, Xiao Yan explained, "I met them on the way back. These two said they wanted to come to the island for a visit, so I brought them back with me."
Qing Yi smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Fellow Daoist Luo, Fellow Daoist Man and I have come uninvited, please forgive us."
"Guests are welcome, it's time to eat." Russell chuckled and invited everyone to sit down. Zi Ling and Yuan Yao added a few more bowls and chopsticks, and the stone table immediately became lively.
After a few rounds of drinks, Russell finally spoke up and asked, "Why have you two come to the outer sea? Has something happened inside the Chaotic Star Sea?"
Upon hearing this, the bearded man, who was happily devouring a chicken leg, snorted coldly, his oily face filled with displeasure: "It's still that petty stuff between the Star Palace and the Reverse Star Alliance."
Qing Yi picked up the conversation, stroking his beard, and said, "I don't know why, but the Reverse Star Alliance, which was previously at odds with the Star Palace, suddenly started making trouble and recruiting rogue cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators everywhere. I'm really fed up with it, so I came here to Fellow Daoist Luo to find some peace and quiet."
The bearded man said sullenly, "What else could it be? Most likely, Liu Dao has gained some kind of fortune and is confident that he can withstand the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light of the Star Palace Twin Saints, otherwise he wouldn't be making such a fuss."
If we're talking about who's in the worst mood after Liu Dao's breakthrough, then besides the Star Palace Twin Saints, it has to be him. That old demon Liu Dao has said he's got his eye on his body since the last year. He just didn't want to fight him to the death before, which is why he hasn't made a move yet. If he really has a new breakthrough, then his life will be in danger. That's why he came to Qingzhu Island with Qing Yi to hide for a while.
Six Realms —
Russell shook his head.
Clearly, Liu Dao's arrival at Qingzhu Island was not a grand affair, which is why the outside world was unaware of his death there.
It seems that Wan Sangu's frantic attack on the Star Palace was because she discovered that the two Nascent Soul cultivators and one true disciple of the Six Paths lineage had disappeared. This drove her to madness, and she wanted to use the offensive to cover up her guilty conscience.
Just after Manhuzi finished speaking, Qingyi's gaze fell on Wen Tianren, who was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, lost in thought.
He squinted and looked the young man up and down, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "Young friend—why do you look so familiar?"
Wen Tianren gave a cold laugh, his voice neither warm nor cold: "Wen Tianren."
"Wen—" Qingyi's eyes widened instantly. Why would the personal disciple of the Six Paths Supreme Saint appear here?!
The bearded man instantly went on alert, his muscles tensing, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his voice deepening: "Could it be that the Carefree Heavenly Palace has also joined the Reverse Star Alliance?"
Seeing that Russell had no intention of explaining, Zi Ling smiled and said, "You two seniors may not know, but the Six Paths Supreme Saint recently perished at Senior Luo's hands."
"Liu Dao is dead!?" Qing Yi and Man Huzi exchanged a glance and were overjoyed.
This kind of thing can't be faked. Since Russell didn't refute it, then that old bastard Liu Dao is most likely really dead.
"Good riddance! Good riddance!" the bearded man laughed heartily.
This was the best news he had heard in a long time.
As the laughter subsided, Russell poured each of them a glass of wine before speaking, "We'll be leaving the Chaotic Star Sea soon. What are your plans for the future?"
Qingyi picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and shook his head: "What other plans could I have? Naturally, I'll go back to Nanhe Island and live my carefree life. I'm too old for this kind of fighting and strife."
After staring at Xu Qi'an for a while, the bearded man took out a yellowed manual from his storage bag and casually tossed it over.
"I will pass away in seventy or eighty years, and I suppose I won't be able to find any disciples I like. It's fate that I met you, kid. I won't ask you to become my disciple. You can learn this technique if you want, or you can find any disciple to pass it on to if you don't want to. Just make sure the Heavenly Demon Technique is not truly lost."
Xu Qi'an took the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art from the table and paused for a moment before decisively looking up at Russell.
Russell: "→—→"
Xu Qi'an: "(ω)"
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