Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

"What the hell is this?"

As Li Zheng listened to the sounds coming from the treasure chest, his expression gradually became strange: "Could it be that a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) is locked inside? The 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 inside the matrix or had actually broken through the matrix and returned to the outside world.

"But the terminal didn't mention that guy, so he must be dead..."

If the God of Darkness were to cleave through the matrix and leave, the terminal would definitely try its best to win him over and help deal with the emotional storm.

Whether it's just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) or not, open it and you'll know.

Li Zheng lifted the lid of the treasure chest, but before he could even see the creature inside, a golden light, like a rainbow, rushed straight toward his face.

The long rainbow then shouted, "You scoundrel, how dare you seal your Grandpa Golden Light! I will refine your soul and seize your body as an apology to you!"

A golden rainbow entered Li Zheng's mind from between his eyebrows.

Li Zheng's expression shifted, and he closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his mind.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die... Huh???"

The golden rainbow was squeezed to the edge of Li Zheng's mind by his spiritual body, but it was a tiny person the size of a palm, with a bright and clear light all over his body, as if it were carved from crystal.

At this moment, the golden-haired little man stared blankly at the mountain-like spiritual entity in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.

Li Zheng moved his palm over to touch it, gently poking the golden figure: "Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Exalted Immortal, have mercy on me!"

The golden figure realized what was happening and tried to kneel down to beg for forgiveness, but found there was no space to kneel. With a mournful face, it said, "This junior did not know that the immortal was here. I have offended you greatly. I hope that the immortal will be magnanimous and not hold it against me!"

If there hadn't been no space around for him to kneel, he probably would have kowtowed repeatedly while saying these words, as if he wanted to smash his brains out.

"Fairy?"

Li Zheng frowned slightly. What exactly was this golden little figure? Why could it speak fluent Chinese and understand so many terms from cultivation novels?

and many more!

He suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. He grabbed the golden figure and shoved it into the dark realm.

The golden-haired little man was terrified, not knowing what Li Zheng was going to do, and thinking he was going to be harmed, he cried out for help: "Spare me! Immortal Master, spare me! This junior really did not mean to offend you!"

He was firmly held by Li Zheng and could not move at all.

I haven't experienced this feeling of being powerless for hundreds of years.

This reminded him of the time when he first started cultivating, when he accidentally offended the young master of the most powerful family in his hometown and was chased by him like a stray dog.

In a state of constant anxiety!

"Shut up!"

The loud shout startled the golden figure, leaving it dazed for nearly two minutes before it regained its senses. It stood there, meek and submissive, not daring to utter another word.

He kept his head down, stealing glances at his surroundings.

He found himself in a void, with a celestial spirit sitting cross-legged before him, looking exactly like himself. Behind the celestial spirit was a Bodhi tree rooted in the void, growing extremely lushly.

Even the Puguang Temple, which regards the ancient Bodhi tree as its most treasured possession, pales in comparison to this precious Bodhi tree!

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and his body trembled.

It was clear that there were no fewer than three hundred primordial spirit projections scattered around the area, each one vividly lifelike, emanating special fluctuations, as if they could come to life with just a thought.

"Demon! This is not an immortal! This is a great demon!!!" The golden-haired little man felt as if a mountain torrent was roaring in his heart, and he couldn't help but cry out in despair.

I realize that I am doomed today.

Unexpectedly, he failed the tribulation and had to disintegrate to preserve his nascent soul. He only hoped that he could find the cultivation method of disintegrating into a wandering immortal in the future and cultivate the Dao fruit of a terrestrial immortal.

But in the end, it fell into the hands of a great demon who refined other people's primordial spirits!
Let alone cultivating that disintegrating immortality, whether he can even survive today is another matter entirely.

While surveying his surroundings, Li Zheng was also observing the golden figure.

Li Zheng sensed an extremely solid spiritual force emanating from this tiny figure, its solidity almost equal to his own. The only difference was that the golden tiny figure was not as large as he was.

Based on the other party's ramblings, Li Zheng thought of a term to describe the types of golden-light figures: Nascent Soul!

Of course, Li Zheng didn't believe in the cultivation of immortality, so "Nascent Soul" was just a name for a more solidified spiritual body.

Just like kettles, toilets, and slippers are names of objects.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you'd better answer them honestly," Li Zheng said slowly. "If I find out you've been dishonest, I don't need to spell out what will happen to you, do I?"

The golden figure replied, "Immortal Master, please ask whatever you have to say, and this junior will answer without reservation!"

"Okay." Li Zheng asked, "What's your name?"

"I have much to say. I am a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, renowned for my mastery of the Golden Light Big Dipper Sword Technique. My fellow cultivators call me the Golden Light True Man."

Late Nascent Soul Stage...

Li Zheng's eyelids twitched. There really are cultivators?

"My second question is, where are you from, and why were you locked in the treasure chest?"

"Replying to Immortal Master, this junior comes from Fengyang City and is a guest elder of the Yang family, one of the three major families in Fengyang City." Yan Bujin replied respectfully, "As for why I was locked in... a box, wasn't it Immortal Master who captured this junior?"

Yan Bujin was very puzzled. He only remembered that because his tribulation was approaching, he found a safe place to prepare for the tribulation. As long as he passed this tribulation, he could become a Tongming Realm cultivator.

Unfortunately, his strength was insufficient, and he was struck half to death by the tribulation lightning. In the end, he chose to disintegrate his body, that is, commit suicide, kill his physical body, release his nascent soul, and escape.

Just as they were about to leave the area of ​​the Heavenly Tribulation, everything suddenly went dark, as if they had entered a completely dark world.

He initially thought it was an ambush by one of his enemies, and while he was cursing angrily, he saw a corner of the dark world being lifted. He rushed out and assumed that the person was a helper hired by his enemy. Since he could not sense any cultivation fluctuations from the other party, he thought that since he did not have the cultivation method to dissolve the immortals, he might as well use a demonic method to seize the other party's body.

Ok.

And that's how it turned out.

"So, you were undergoing tribulation not long ago?" Li Zheng was very curious. So there really are cultivators?

"Exactly."

"You just said you came from Fengyang City, so where is Fengyang City?" Li Zheng continued to ask.

"Fengyang City is located in the lower realm, in the northeastern part of the Central Continent. It is the largest city there!"

"The lower realm? Which lower realm?"

Li Zheng grew slightly impatient and asked several questions in succession, but none of them were quite relevant.

Is this guy mentally challenged?
Can't you tell that what you really want to ask is which world he comes from?

However, Yan Bujin looked bewildered: "The lower realm is naturally the mortal world below the immortal realm, so how can there be a concept of a lower realm?"

He wondered to himself, could there be more than one lower realm below the Immortal Realm?