This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1575 - 676: Chixiao3

Mu You was completely out of options this ti.

Looking at the situation, the forr king is like a god in most of the wild tribesn’s hearts, and the words left by the king are heavenly edicts that must be followed. To convince them, it seems the only way is to resurrect the forr king or have the Divine Devouring Beast openly invade Jie Lin, so they might wake up.

No wonder the wild tribes are so difficult to communicate with; the Clan Leader himself is an old stubborn who doesn’t understand flexibility. What cos from the top naturally reflects below, so the people under him wouldn’t be any better.

Afterwards, Mu You was ’ushered out’ and left the council hall, but he didn’t leave the seventh level directly because Scythia, who brought him here, was asked by the Clan Leader to stay for old tis’ sake.

Mu You thus gained so ti to linger on the seventh level.

[You are lingering near the entrance of the council hall, and the Seed of Ti within you suddenly conveys an idea again.]

[This ti you feel it clearly; the Seed of Ti points you in a direction.]

[Following the guidance of the Seed of Ti, you look ahead to see the horizon ending in a vast expanse of azure, ripple-free lake water...]

"Moon Lake?"

Mu You was sowhat puzzled; the Seed of Ti seed to be guiding him to approach Moon Lake?

The hint from the Seed of Ti ca quickly and left just as fast, leaving just such a vague prompt, and then no more ssages.

Mu You couldn’t determine what the Seed of Ti wanted from him.

After so thought, Mu You used the ability of the Hidden Wind to cloak himself in the wind, moving toward Moon Lake.

He certainly wasn’t planning to jump into Moon Lake; there were so many guards around the lake that he couldn’t possibly get through. He rely intended to get closer, hoping to activate another hint from the Seed of Ti.

Unfortunately, the Seed of Ti didn’t give any further hints. Instead, two unexpected prompts popped up consecutively.

[Warning: Strong interference ahead, proceeding further will greatly increase ga text delay until connection is lost.]

Mu You had barely walked a few steps before similar warnings to a 404 error popped up.

The area ahead seed to be outside the ga’s influence; any further steps would cause the ga to disconnect.

Mu You quickly pulled the character back.

Then another prompt appeared.

["Beep beep beep... Strong continuous pulse signal detected several kiloters ahead! Coming from the bottom of the lake..." Ava warns you.]

"Oh?"

Mu You was taken aback but wasn’t too surprised. The chanic once jumped into Moon Lake in battle armor; although he died, the battle armor and Moon Stone likely weren’t dissolved but sank to the bottom of the lake.

The chanic probably engraved so locating signals on the armor and Moon Stone, and it’s normal to receive these signals as they approach Moon Lake.

["Note: This signal is not a chanical signal. It is a biological signal sent through concentrated brainwaves.]

Ava suddenly reminded again, causing Mu You to be puzzled. What does it an, a signal from a biological being? Is there a biological presence at the lake’s bottom?

Moreover, signals received by Ava must be specially modulated signals, exclusively receivable by Origin Battle Armors interconnected with each other. A biological entity sending such a signal...

"Could it be... the chanic is still alive?"

Mu You felt it was unbelievable; even if all the wild tribes’ eyes were playing tricks back then, if the chanic survived jumping into Moon Lake, how could anyone still be alive after being subrged at the lake bottom for over ten thousand years?

["Be careful!" Ava’s warning rings out.]

[You were suddenly attacked by a wild tribesman!]

[Crisis approaches, and under Ava’s control, the armor automatically activates its defense, ejecting you from the back of the armor.]

[Your flesh directly exposed in the air, you hit the ground hard, your head bleeding.]

[And the next second, the armor guarding you was smashed into pieces by a wild tribesman’s fist, scattered into nurous fragnts and parts, flying in all directions.]

[Revealed behind the shattered armor was the expressionless face of a middle-aged wild tribesman.]

[You instantly recognized the person: one of the wild tribesn officials who just walked out of the Clan Leader’s council hall...]