From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 31 The boss behind the scenes, dead
It was a wasteland with a few ruined walls and no trace of human beings.

On the ground, the grass was withered and the dried yellow soil was everywhere.

A cold wind blew, rolling up a cloud of yellow sand and spreading everywhere.

An old man was squatting on a half-collapsed earthen wall. His gray-black clothes were torn into pieces of cloth that hung on his body and fluttered in the wind.

There were deep wrinkles on the old man's dry face, like ravines on the Loess Plateau. His eyes were cloudy and lifeless, staring blankly at a broken plaque on the ground.

The broken plaque seemed to be made of stone, but after countless years of wind and sun, it has become unrecognizable and the words on it have been completely eroded by time.

The old man squatted there like a statue, motionless, and no one knew how many years this state lasted.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of the wind, a slightly sad music sounded, and a clear voice appeared between heaven and earth.

"Ten miles of flat lake, the sky is covered with frost, every inch of black hair is filled with worry about the passing of youth... zizizizizi...!"

After only two sentences of this voice, there were bursts of irritating electric noises. The next moment, the sound changed and a gentle and melodious melody sounded.

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley sage rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there…”

The ethereal melody and melodious singing echo between heaven and earth.

Boom boom boom!
Amid the sound of music, the roar of a heavy motorcycle came in. A black heavy motorcycle was speeding through the yellow sand with sparks and lightning all the way. Finally, it did a beautiful tailspin and stopped in front of the half wall, raising a cloud of dust.

The person who got off the motorcycle was a burly man about two meters tall, with a beard as thick as steel needles, eyes as big as copper bells, dark skin, and a horned helmet on his head.

As his feet landed on the ground, the music between heaven and earth stopped abruptly.

"Brother Wei, long time no see."

Looking at the old man who was as motionless as a statue, the strong man smiled.

"It's too late!" After an unknown amount of time, the old man seemed to have just come to his senses. He sighed in his heart and looked at the strong man. There was a hint of ridicule in his dry and hoarse voice, "Xing Tianjun, I think it's time for you to come. I, with my old bones, dare not be the senior brother of Tianjun!"

"Brother Wei, after sitting there for a thousand years, have you gained anything?"

"A pile of withered bones in a grave, a waste of time." The old man known as Senior Brother Wei shook his head and said, "Since you've come in person, it seems that my fate has already been decided!"

"Disperse the spirit and return to heaven and earth." Xing Tianjun smiled and said, "Brother Wei, you also know that we will not leave any trouble behind."

"Yes, there will be no future troubles. Isn't this the result of Yuanfu Daluotian, 9,784 worlds of varying sizes, and 145 trillion intelligent beings? There's not even a chance of entering the underworld!"

"After something like this, isn't complete annihilation the only outcome?" Xing Tianjun shook his head. "Keeping you here for a thousand years was nothing more than bait. Unfortunately, the hook was too straight and didn't catch you."

"As long as that person doesn't die, it will be useless even if you destroy ten more Yuanfu Daluotian." The old man moved his body slightly, and the dust on his body fell down. He looked at Xing Tianjun.

"There's nothing we can do about it. The debt we owe must be repaid. In the past nine thousand years, fourteen Heavenly Sovereigns have failed to transcend the tribulation, involving eleven Daluo Heavens. That's one thing, but stealing the fragments of good fortune and blocking the path to Daluo is a mortal enemy!"

"Nonsense, he did all this by himself, what does it have to do with Yuanfu Daluotian!"

Even though he had calmly accepted his fate, Brother Wei's stagnant heart still shook slightly when he heard these words, and his voice also sounded a little excited.

"The Twelve Life Talismans steal the destiny, and the gods and humans are parasitic. How can we feel at ease if we don't completely annihilate Yuanfu Daluotian?"

"But you destroyed the Yuanfu and didn't find it."

"That's the next plan." A trace of pity flashed in Xing Tianjun's eyes, "Where is the Wheel of Heavens? Take it out." "You know where it is. Get it yourself. I'm tired." The old man resumed his previous posture, motionless, and fell into silence.

"If you're tired, just take a good rest." Xing Tianjun sighed lightly, and a gust of wind blew, and the old man's body turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The melodious melody disappeared, replaced by a high-pitched suona sound that suddenly rose between heaven and earth.

Xing Tianjun just stood there quietly, watching the old man's body slowly turn into dust and completely dissipate between heaven and earth. The song of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" came to an abrupt end. He was silent for a while, then walked to the broken stone plaque on the ground, raised his foot, and crushed the stone plaque. A palm-sized brass compass appeared.

"The Wheel of Reincarnation of the Heavens." Xing Tianjun moved his right hand lightly, and the brass compass flew into his hand.

"Linking four Daluotians, seven thousand four hundred and sixty-two worlds, forty-eight thousand six hundred people." Xing Tianjun only glanced at it before reading out the data from the compass. "Recruitment and training, the simple mode also connects to the underworld. Brother Wei, you are still so naive. You are so hesitant and indecisive. You will never change until your death. How can you cultivate qualified talents like this? Flowers in a greenhouse cannot withstand the wind and rain. They are just struggling to survive."

He sighed lightly, took the compass, fiddled with it a few times, and got on the motorcycle again. After a roar, the motorcycle disappeared from this wasteland. The world around him rotated, and the roar echoed in the void. When it appeared again, it was already another world.

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"What the hell?"

In the Eastern Palace, Li Chengqian, who was sleeping on the bed, suddenly stood up, jumped out of the bed, grabbed a blue shirt beside the bed, and quickly put it on.

The next moment, the space twisted, and a suction force sucked him into the space vortex.

What the hell is this place?

The cold sensation on his body made him feel something was wrong. He opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were dark, shrouded in a bluish-black haze and filled with a chilling atmosphere that made him extremely uncomfortable.

Because of the smog, there were a few shadowy figures around him and he couldn't see them clearly in a hurry.

"What's going on? Has he been called up again? But why doesn't the Wheel of Samsara react at all?"

A foreboding premonition flashed through Li Chengqian's mind; the mechanism of the Wheel of Reincarnation seemed to have changed.

For something this mysterious, any change could be fatal.

"Where is this place? Who are you? Why are you recruiting me?" Just as he was thinking, an irritable voice sounded. The next moment, a strong wind blew over. Li Chengqian frowned, turned his feet, and avoided the wind.

boom!
With a dull thud, a tall black shadow flashed past him and slammed the wall hard with his palm. The force of this palm was so great that with a loud bang, the reinforced concrete wall collapsed, revealing a hole the size of a person.

A dim light shone through the cave entrance, and the hazy space became clearer.

"As long as you have a brain and look at the surrounding environment, you will know that I am not recruiting you." Li Chengqian looked at the scene outside the cave and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

In the dim light, he could clearly see that there was a basketball court outside. Not far from the basketball court were some sports facilities, as well as a football field and a standard running track.

There were some words painted on the walls around the stadium.

School!

This is a middle school campus.

And they should be in a classroom.

(End of this chapter)