795: Chapter 42: Reshaping Perception, Advancing to Success 795: Chapter 42: Reshaping Perception, Advancing to Success The Captain is always right.
Although Charlie didn’t believe Alpha had such great divine skills…
after all, he really had seen Alpha.
He always felt the Captain was the true pillar of strength.
Despite the Captain constantly ntioning Alpha.
Always referring to Alpha’s guidance…
what sort of guidance could she provide?
But it’s best not to say these words in front of devout believers.
No matter how the process unfolds, as long as the result is good, that’s enough.
The Dragon Worship Church’s attack was just a minor episode in this journey, indicating that the Dark Wilderness wasn’t as barren as he previously imagined.
After climbing over a mountain range, they finally found the legendary buried descendants of the ancient dynasty here.
Inside the enormous mountain city, hundreds of villages are connected, their lights constantly shining, with a roughly estimated population of tens of thousands.
There are rchants and military troops, and the streets are bustling with pedestrians, in so ways even busier than Lanton.
The seemingly eternal silver torch at the mountain peak illuminates a radius of ten miles, making the city look almost indistinguishable from the Main Material Plane.
If you could ignore the demons and spirits mingling in the crowds.
So look human, so do not, and even these chanical Sect followers, exuding the sll of engine oil, are not conspicuous here.
There is even a seemingly mature currency economic system, with Charlie exchanging silver for quite a bit of seemingly problem-free food, and so high-denomination banknotes.
They are inscribed with “Heaven and Earth Bank” in Chinese and Ancient Egyptian, decorated with unsettling twisted tentacles, faintly feeling the power of so ancient deity.
The entities worshipped in the ancestral hall by these imperial people are not any deities Charlie recognizes, but two feminine clay statues, which the locals dare not call by their divine nas, only referring to them as the “Funeral Bearer” and the “Ferryman”.
Their arrival coincided with a festival here…
perhaps it’s a festival, as Charlie isn’t particularly familiar with Ming Country’s culture and can’t be entirely sure.
In any case, the locality is in a state of fervor and joy; the locals…
whether human or not, unanimously bring out their treasures to offer sacrifices to one of the deities.
“That demon is about to transform.”
The Coast Guard leader, trailing the smuggling caravan into the city, quickly assesses the situation upon seeing the grand sacrificial ceremony.
What gods, these foreigners are shallow, considering everything they see as sothing to worship.
With just this incense, even the local City God can’t be bothered to give it a second glance.
But the crucial point is…
what kind of good person would co to the Thousand-Year Dynasty World to cultivate Incense Fire Divine Dao?
This is the Netherworld, and it doesn’t look like the style of the Specter lineage, Specters aren’t this lively.
Only the Demon Dharma Gate, akin to the Specter Dharma Gate, would take such unconventional paths, yet they should cultivate the Righteous Path.
If it were the Heretical Path, their brains would be blown out by now.
Could we contact this cultivator to ask for help?
The leader feels uncertain.
The Astronomy Bureau’s reinforcents are nowhere to be seen, and they are now fighting alone, simultaneously needing to track down that smuggling caravan while cleaning up Dragon Worship Church remnants, feeling stretched too thin.
But he doesn’t know this cultivator, hasn’t even figured out what she’s cultivating.
The brains of demon cultivators are rather abnormal.
To be precise, within the Twelve Laws system, cultivators of any path regard other paths as lunatics.
Demon cultivators are the most abnormal; their cultivation is unparalleled.
But at this mont, there’s no other choice but to give it a try.
He isn’t the only one holding onto hope.
At this mont, countless eyes across West Spring Mountain are silently observing what’s happening here.
Various diverse thoughts, cognitions, prayers, and curses…
Who am I?
Where am I?
The increasingly noisy voices by the ear finally caused the deity statue in the mountain temple to slowly open its eyes.
[You are…]
[You are the past, you are the present, you are the future.]
[#￥%&*…]
[Princess, death, reddy… causality, ti, vibration…
dragon, demon, self…]
[Realigning…]
[Two hundred li west of the capital there is a mountain, called Spring Mountain yet without water.
Barbarians invaded, the Imperial Court sent the princess to marry for peace, reached Spring Mountain and perished.
The princess was buried in red, her grievances not dissipating, wailing day and night…]
[Five Vice Deaths of Heaven and Man, dragon fighting in the wild, blood flooding the mountains like spring, a strange beast born from the blood spring.
With a dragon horn on its head, snow-white strands of hair, treading on lotus flowers with three tails.
It knows the past and the future, understands causality and reincarnation, avoids yin and yang and five elents, eting it brings misfortune into fortune, its na is Chu Jiang]
[Realignnt complete!]
[You are Li Mumu, you are Chu Jiang, the Lord of West Spring Mountain!]
In the underground air-raid shelter of Qinghe Middle School, Li Mumu suddenly awoke from sleep in the quilt, her body involuntarily beginning to transform into a demon body.
First appeared a beast’s form, entirely snow-white, with three slender tails slowly unfolding, sharp pain emanating from atop her head, two blood-red glass-colored dragon horns gradually growing from her skull.
The Forgetful River Blood River Map brushed past her, staining her four feet and tail tip with a touch of bright red.
Is this a horse…
or a qilin…
or what?
Just awakened from sleep, Li Mumu was still not fully aware when her body began to change again.
Countless wish power penetrated through space barriers, gathering on her, affecting her cognition, and twisting her form.
Amid the worship of countless devout believers on West Spring Mountain, the goddess statue in the temple, enjoying the incense offering, gradually seeped with bright color.
The newly transford demon body only lasted a mont before beginning to transform into a human form.
Three feet of black hair beca entirely white, a red feather garnt cloaked her graceful body, in her hand, the lantern and surgical knife rged into one, forming a glass octagonal palace lamp suspended beside her.
Carrying a lantern for funeral, aiding the world dically.
Li Mumu opened her eyes, layered within her pupils, the Manjushahua silently blood.
[Accepting high-dinsional interference, realigning…]
[You are Li Mumu, you are the reincarnated demon Chu Jiang from the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, Princess Ping’an after death.
You are the Dragon Maiden under the Guiding Bodhisattva, now enlightened by the Bodhisattva to achieve fruition.
Protect the living soul, guide the deceased, enjoying incense offerings from people of all directions.]
[String frequency vibration, causality convergence, you feel the surging tidal oscillation.
Induction light is on, signal flags are unfurled.]
[Successfully advancing to the Demon Dharma Gate Righteous Path — Moon Demon!]
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