Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 769 Beyond the World, Is… (4k)

Eight kilometers, ten kilometers, fifteen kilometers...

As you progress, the special mechanisms you encounter become increasingly terrifying. Some of these mechanisms, along with the environmental ones, can kill you if you're not careful.

Celia also became very cautious, moving forward at a pace comparable to taking a stroll.

As she encountered more and more mechanisms, Celia's understanding of the rules became increasingly clear.

The awe and respect that Baksh and the others felt towards Celia's back gradually turned into reverence.

When they reached the 20-kilometer mark, Bakshi touched his neck and realized that he was covered in sweat.

There were no longer any signs indicating the distance in kilometers. Bakshi swallowed hard, planted his weapon upside down in the ground, and wrote the number "20" on it.

Starting from ten kilometers, kilometer markers have become their standard long-range tools, because they can no longer transport giant logs to such depths.

“We said we’d reached twenty kilometers, but we’ve only reached nineteen. We haven’t even reached the twentieth kilometer.” Bakshi exhaled, stomping his foot on the ground in disbelief. “We thought we’d die around the 15-kilometer mark, but…”

He looked behind him. There were still five people behind him. That meant that since Celia had asked them to obey her, only one of them had died, and that death was due to unavoidable circumstances, which even Celia couldn't save.

"There are still so many people left!"

Bakshi and many of the gray-brown tribe warriors looked back.

They couldn't see the Shabana watching from behind, but they knew that the Shabana and many of their people were watching them as they planted the spears that represented the 20th anniversary of the founding of the tribe into the ground.

During their rest, they took out animal hides and began to record everything they had seen and heard from Celia on them. Then they took out a long spear, tied it with animal hides, and threw it forcefully outside.

They did this almost every kilometer, and Celia would take a short break and watch them do it.

Celia looked towards the hazy distance ten kilometers away and asked with interest, "When you told me about the path to leave, your first sentence was that as long as you could leave, you could come back and lead the tribe out of this small world, right?"

Baksh nodded firmly: "Yes."

"Then you don't need to go through the trouble of sending out the guide for this place. You'll be able to leave."

Celia also wanted to know what would happen when the people in the divine reflection left this place.

She is now adept at understanding those mechanisms and rarely makes mistakes, even with the strictest requirements. Although she cannot guarantee that she can take everyone out, she can certainly take one or two out.

This is only a fourth-order reflection, and the mechanics are already beyond the scope of the game, so nothing too outrageous will happen.

Perhaps there are outrageous things in the unexplored areas of the Burial Grounds, but it's definitely not here.

“We are willing to believe that you two gentlemen can lead us away, but sending a message to the tribe is an instinct for all warriors. We must do it because this last ten kilometers is completely blank for us, or... what if we can't come back after we leave? In any case, we must be fully prepared.”

Celia nodded and then fell silent.

Once they were done, they continued on their way.

The journey ahead was fraught with peril.

From here on, the surrounding area is still a desert, but there are no more monsters; all that remains are environmental mechanisms.

Celia calmly gazed at the desert before her. Slowly, the desert seemed to disappear from her sight, and the surroundings gradually transformed into a bottomless abyss, with only the path beneath her feet becoming clearer.

"For this kilometer, you must follow my footsteps completely. We are now walking on a log bridge, only 20 centimeters wide. If you accidentally step off, you will fall into a bottomless abyss."

Behind them, Baksh and the others nodded solemnly.

Celia stopped talking and started moving forward, with Ross walking behind her, looking relaxed.

Bakshi followed closely behind, slowly queuing up to keep up with the person in front of them.

The whole team looks like a snake team.

Ross glanced back, took a piece of beef from Celia's ring, and casually tossed it about 20 centimeters away. Everyone behind him saw the piece of meat disappear instantly.

The sound of gasps for breath was incessant.

Celia thought to herself, "Mr. Ross, couldn't you use something else to scout ahead? This beef is so delicious."

“You only have compressed bread and biscuits in your ring, not much meat, mostly beef. I can just pull out a handful and it’s all beef. What else would I use if I didn’t use it?”

Ross looked at Celia with amusement.

When she left, Celia asked Shabana for a large amount of Shabana beef, without considering whether she could take it with her. She just wanted to take it with her first.

After learning about the mechanism of these sandy beef, she regarded them as an unparalleled delicacy, and thus the beef became an unparalleled delicacy, even more unforgettable than taking Dali.

Celia didn't want to think about whether she could take the beef out of the country.

And I have a small wish in my heart.

Rose responded to this small wish by adding something to her beef that allowed it to pass through the divine reflection and descend into reality.

The road in front of us has turned into a narrow bridge, and it's not a straight line. It changes direction suddenly, sometimes turning left and sometimes right, and sometimes we even have to back up a little.

Celia had blurred the surrounding environment, so she could see clearly, but Baksh and the others behind her were walking with extreme fear.

The calmer the place was, the more uneasy they became.

After a moment of contemplation, Ross was also curious about what would happen if he took the person from the divine realm's reflection out. So he flicked his finger, and the ground beneath his feet was covered with a layer of frost.

"Just follow this icy path," Ross said calmly.

Baksh paused for a moment, then glanced at Ross in surprise.

He suddenly realized that they had been neglecting this 'follower' of Celia all along. Even when they invited Celia to a duel, they subconsciously ignored her. Sometimes they didn't even think about her or try to find out how strong she was.

But this move immediately made him realize that this 'sidekick' of Celia was very strong.

Because of the system here, it's impossible for them to lay down such a 'carpet,' and Celia didn't do that either, because she knew it was impossible.

Only Rose can do that.

"This Mr. Luo... I don't know you..."

"Don't talk, let's get going," came Celia's voice.

"Ok."

Baksh immediately shut up.

With this layer of frost as a carpet, the rest of the journey became much easier. Soon, they reached the end of the road and rested there for a while.

Baksh took out an animal hide and quickly drew their route, marking the distances.

But Celia stopped him from throwing the animal hide back: "Don't waste your energy. This path isn't fixed. It changed after we walked it. If you throw it back, you'll only harm the tribesmen behind you."

"what?"

Baksh was startled and quickly threw away the animal hide.

Celia said, "From here on, there's no need for any guides anymore. We can rely entirely on our own senses. Guides are completely useless."

"This……"

Celia had actually talked to them about the perception mechanism.

However, all the gray-brown warriors looked confused, completely unable to perceive the so-called mechanism and rules.

Finally, Ross provided her with an answer: "They were all born in the reflection of the divine realm, their strength has been completely fixed, and they themselves are part of the reflection mechanism. They have mastered the power of the rules in advance, even if it is passive, which prevents them from gaining the ability to perceive the rules."

"Doesn't that mean their strength is forever limited to the fourth tier?"

"Correct."

Celia remained silent.

"But all of them can reach the fourth tier with just a few years of training. And since they possess the rules, they can become even more powerful than ordinary fourth-tier warriors with just a little guidance of those rules. It has to be said that they are all born low-tier warriors."

"Low-tier" is relative to Ross; for Celia, fourth-tier is not a low-tier combat force at all.

That has begun to be considered a strategic resource. This is true for all empires.

Many city lords are only at the fourth rank.

However, city lords can continue to advance, while they have no hope of advancement and can only be invincible among their peers.

When facing high-level mages, the balance of strength will infinitely weaken their combat power; a fifth-level mage might find it easier to defeat them than a third-level mage.

But that's still fourth-order.

Getting back to the main point, after a short rest, Celia continued leading everyone on their way.

The subsequent mechanisms are basically derived from the single-plank bridge mechanism. In other words, before 25 kilometers, all the mechanisms are completely designed for the single-plank bridge. For example, there are false roads, traps, gaps that need to be jumped across, and even many forks in the road. Even Celia cannot see what is at the end of those forks.

What's even more frightening is that these roads disappear shortly after you walk on them.

In other words, they don't have much time to think; they must reach the 'save point' before the road behind them disappears.

After trying various methods, Celia realized that those places were purely based on luck, so she gave up thinking and chose to pray to the gods for guidance.

And so, after many stumbles and falls, we finally reached the 25-kilometer mark.

Looking at the peaceful desert before her, Celia couldn't help but swallow.

"This road is even more difficult than I imagined. It's terrifying. Is there anyone who can actually make it out?"

"This place wasn't meant for humans to walk through. It's a loophole in the world, a compensation mechanism of the world. It's normal that it would be designed with a lot of traps, just like how Dog-Biz Ding made a mess of the Abyss after sealing me away."

Ross's seal is much tougher than the Five Finger Mountain of the Great Sage. Tang Sanzang could break the seal by climbing up the Five Finger Mountain, but Ross would probably have to go through eighty-one tribulations to break the seal.

We don't yet know what Zeuding has set up in the Abyss. We'll have to wait until Celia reaches Tier 7 to find out.

For the last five kilometers, the fog in the distance can now be clearly seen from here.

In the hazy mist, a different kind of color seemed to be presented to everyone.

Celia didn't feel anything, but Baksh and the others' eyes were already burning with desire.

"We can definitely make it through the last five kilometers! We will definitely get out of here!"

The warriors of the gray-brown tribe slowly became excited.

They only became cautious again and followed behind Celia as she continued forward.

Once they arrived, Celia stopped saying anything about whether they lived or died, and they didn't mention the matter either.

"Next is another single-plank bridge, but this time it's even more dangerous. You must listen to what I have to say before you can move forward."

Celia looked at the road ahead covered in frost by Ross and felt a sharp pain in her chest.

The path ahead is more random.

The road is fraught with various unknown risks.

She had to be much more careful to get through these places.

But... sometimes being cautious isn't enough.

Celia stared at the constantly changing question marks in front of her, within the perspective of her rule-awareness, and dared not lift her leg.

"What the hell is this?"

"A lottery," Ross said calmly.

"lottery?"

"Yes, there is a 10% chance that nothing will happen when you pass through, but the rest will be subject to various random events, and there is a 50% chance that you will die on the spot."

Celia gasped.

"They're not letting anyone leave at all!"

"Of course, even things that are purely based on probability have certain patterns."

Ross looked at the hesitant Celia and shook his head with amusement: "You're actually very lucky, you don't need to worry about this lottery-like thing."

"Me? Lucky?"

Celia pointed to herself.

"If you're lucky, trouble will happen wherever you go?"

"That's just good luck."

Celia: "..."

No, I don't need that kind of 'good luck'.

"However, while such good luck is unlikely to kill you instantly, it will certainly lead to various difficulties."

As he spoke, Ross glanced at Baksh and the others waiting behind him and shook his head:

"Forget it, I'll do it. I believe you can get through this smoothly, but the people behind you won't be so lucky."

There's a 50% chance that at least half of them will die.

As soon as Celia smiled, a familiar feeling came from her body.

That's the feeling of being deprived of one's body.

Ross is on top of her body.

This feeling might terrify others, but for Celia, it was the most reassuring feeling.

I feel very at ease.

The girl's soul appeared in the spiritual space, staying quietly until Ross shared his senses with her.

Ross pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and, to the astonishment of Baksh and the others, put the puppet away.

The puppet vanished in a streak of light from 'Celia's' hand, leaving Baksh and the others speechless: "He...he..."

"This is actually my puppet," Ross explained casually.

"Puppet?"

Baksh and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

They certainly knew about the puppet.

Because the outsiders all carry a magical puppet with them, many of them are not very strong in combat and rely entirely on their puppets to keep up.

But to their utter surprise, Celia had disguised the puppet as a 'person' without their knowledge.

I almost thought that Celia's companion had suddenly died.

Wait, something feels off about Miss Celia's expression.

Is it an illusion?

Baksh was puzzled, but Ross's voice had already come through:
"keep going."

'Celia' suddenly accelerated, startling Baksh and the others, who quickly followed.

In the final five kilometers, as they moved forward, the fog in the distance gradually dissipated, and a lush world with high mountains and lakes slowly unfolded before them.

Baksh and the others were mesmerized.

"Is this the outside world?"

(End of this chapter)