Chapter 172: Alive with Fright

The vine instantly fainted.

This was terrifying!

The girl thought to herself that rather than being killed while wide awake, it would be better to die in her sleep. She immediately rushed out and posted a plea for help:

“Help meeeeee!! What the heck did I just see when I went in?? I saw a preaching hall with suns and moons everywhere! What should I do?!”

Everyone: ???

The online players, a new batch from the fourth beta test, had just logged in and were quite active. They were all leisurely chatting while evolving spore species, discussing the state of the wizarding world. The Age of Wizards was history; would the Age of Potions flourish, or would it decline soon after its inception? After all, this was a system path that their group of online friends had collectively crowdfunded and pioneered. It was like their own child, and everyone was worried whether it would thrive.

And now, as soon as Mengmei entered, she came out and posted, which seemed to align with the flow of time, but... what on earth was this screenshot?!

The classical-style heavenly palace resembled a preaching hall, filled with colorful light, majestic and grand, like a fairyland. Suns, moons, and various strangely shaped ancient gods sat obediently on futons, their eyes lowered, occasionally flashing with a captivating brilliance.

An Embroidery Needle: “So it’s a Chinese-style mythological scene? Does that mean this time, we didn’t enter the wizarding world? (Confused)”

Seven Livers All Over: “It looks a bit like Hongjun preaching!? There’s no mistake! Even nine suns are sitting obediently on the ground. The big shot doing the preaching must be terrifyingly powerful, I bet a packet of spicy strips! The one preaching is either someone like Hongjun, representing the Dao of Heaven, or an ancient being that existed before the creation of the world!”

Chunzi Loves Learning: “Mengmei, you’re done for. No need to go back in, you definitely won’t be able to log in!”

Mengmei Begs: “Everyone, disperse! Don’t gather around. It turns out that being a transmigrator is a high-mortality profession. Who knows what you’ll run into when you cross over (Wry smile).”

Although those palaces were magnificent and grand, resembling scenes from ancient myths, they were very crude and primitive, looking as if they had appeared not long after the creation of the world. Now everyone was at a loss; there was too little information. But Mengmei rushing in had definitely caused big trouble! Their preaching must have been incredibly solemn, and by bursting in, she must have caused an unforgivable disruption in that world. It would be impossible for them not to kill her!

Mengmei herself wasn't foolish; although she had only been out posting for a few minutes, several days had already passed inside. She was certainly doomed. She hadn't held out much hope to begin with. But now she felt very disheartened and heavy-hearted. After all, the species she had just evolved had taken so long to succeed, only to be gone the moment she entered. It was probably the most unlucky and tragic species in history.

As she thought this, she held onto a sliver of hope and tried to log in again.

“I’m not dead?”

She was ecstatic. Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on her back on the ground, belly-up.

“Sure enough, playing dead was the only way to save myself,” she thought, startled. She sat up and quickly turned to look around. Above, a magnificent palace stood against the vast, star-dotted sky.

“This is the Dao Monarch’s sanctuary; silence!”

Above the Dao platform, figures radiating immense aura sat cross-legged on futons, enveloped in chaotic energy and flickering flames. They stared intently at her, their voices booming with majesty, “What kind of creature are you? Why are you only awakening now?”

Mengmei’s face instantly darkened! They'd all been watching her, staring at her for days? She suddenly realized that the most terrifying thing wasn’t being killed, but being surrounded and scrutinized by a group of ancient beings from all directions, staring at her, big eyes glaring at little, for several days straight.

“Oh, my innocent maiden body! I’ve only let my idol touch me, and now they’ve scrutinized every inch of me?”

She was utterly distraught!

“A dream, I must be dreaming!”

With a twitch, she couldn't help but faint again from fright.

Colorful rays of light lingered in the sky. Nearby, a sun, seeing the vine faint again, couldn't help but stand up, its voice vast and majestic, “Dao Monarch, what a timid creature this is?? It fainted again. Why not kill this rat who trespassed into the heavenly realm and eavesdropped on the preaching? Does a mere mortal creature also wish to obtain such a great opportunity of creation?”

However, the Yangshen Dao Monarch inside the Lingtian Palace was deep in thought. The vine’s language seemed familiar. Back then, the creature that led Almin to relentlessly hunt them down, constantly erupting in foolish laughter, spoke this very language. She would never forget the days when the laughing, foolish god relentlessly pursued her, how she hid in mud, in the sea, in caves, yet could not escape the chase. Such profound hatred was unforgettable for a lifetime.

“The language is very similar; I must test it.”

The Dao Monarch’s cool, tall figure stood within Lingtian Palace, suddenly revealing a faint, gentle smile.

At this moment, Mengmei had already experienced the most bizarre events of her life, even fainting again. When she logged out briefly and told everyone she was fine, everyone was instantly astonished.

“What kind of development was this?”

Everyone felt a shiver down their spines! The entire hall, instead of preaching, they were staring at this single vine, a group of ‘Father Suns’ and ‘Mother Moons’, staring for days?

“She’s probably going to be dissected and studied, isn’t she? Or maybe roasted. Eat my True Sun Fire. Sprinkle some more cumin.” Everyone couldn’t help but discuss.

Whoosh.

Mengmei woke up once again, finding the surrounding beings still staring blankly at her. And she herself was actually placed on a futon, sitting alongside the gods.

“A futon?”

Her mind was utterly muddled. She couldn't help but grab the futon from beneath her, jump up and spin in a circle, then suddenly looked at a Golden Crow, giggling foolishly, “Holy cow! What kind of feathers do you think this futon is made of? It looks so pretty!” She had completely given up, no longer afraid of death.

Just then, an unfamiliar Chinese phrase came from the sky:

“Futon?? Look at this futon, it’s so big and round…”

Mengmei snapped out of her feigned foolishness.

Holy mother!!! What kind of world had she stumbled into? The supreme being who was preaching suddenly blurted out an inauthentic Chinese phrase? After so many twists and turns, she felt completely messed with by these ‘Father Suns’ and ‘Mother Moons’. Her face contorted, and she collapsed to the ground. This time, she genuinely fainted from sheer terror.

“Hehehe, this reaction... just as I thought?” Inside the palace, the Dao Monarch revealed a cold smile. She recalled the foolish god who had laughed wildly while pursuing her back then, and her expression gradually calmed.

“This was an otherworldly language they used to describe an ‘egg’ back then. Although I don’t know its exact meaning, when I used it to describe what it called a ‘futon’, it understood.”

“Indeed, it’s a creature from the same place.”

As she thought this, her smile grew stranger, tinged with a hint of eerie amusement. She sat in Lingtian Palace above the preaching hall, surrounded by countless primordial gods, slowly observing the unconscious vine below.