I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Who would have thought that the Great Yan Dynasty produced outstanding individuals generation after generation, trapping him until he was unable to move. Then, after sixty years, when there was no one left who could rival him, he let out a long roar and broke free.

In that cycle of sixty years, Jie, who was twelve years old and symbolized "writing" and "culture," died.

The "Ling" she met at the age of twelve woke up shouting from a great dream. As soon as she woke up, she would drink, and when she drank to her heart's content, she would compose poems. In her extremely dark and sweet dreams, Ling would often dip her tail in ink and leave behind timeless masterpieces in people's dreams and reality. Until the Grandmaster had a long talk with her at a poetry gathering and invited her to guard Yumen City for a hundred years.

Where the yellow sands of the desert stretch endlessly, a brave warrior dies in Loulan in a single night. From then on, Ling's dreams were filled with images of clashing swords and galloping horses.

Some of the twelve-year-old portraits are of a dignified and righteous nature, having served their country through countless battles; some are ruthless and arrogant, willing to use the common people as a chessboard; some are carefree and happy, drinking and making merry in their dreams; and some are filled with fear and anxiety, sitting in the painting for a hundred years, refusing to close their eyes.

In the year of birth, he ranked ninth among the twelve-year-olds. In the Yan Kingdom's Year God Temple, he was described as "a beast like chalk, with a belly like a large cauldron, numbering nine, and horns like red copper. Over time, its color changes, almost like the weather of the day."

The immortal pulled his arm out of his sleeve.

"Actually, I'm not looking for any help. After all, when the twelve of us were still alive as adults, it seems like your physical body was destroyed in a single encounter?"

Nian chuckled and twirled his fingers, the nameless short stick between his five fingers growing larger and heavier, like a mountain.

"A hundred generations of cunning schemes can be destroyed in a single day. A nation crumbles and its weapons rust, vanishing like a dream or a flash of lightning, leaving no trace... Now the dream is about to end. This time is negligible compared to millions of years. Jie has already become the meal of Sui Xiang. So who will be next? My carefree sister Ling from my dreams, or my sister Xi, who has been so afraid that she hasn't dared to close her eyes for a hundred years?"

"Anyway, I still have time before I wake up from this dream."

Snapped.

The short stick was held in Nian's hand, pointed directly at Talulah who was walking in front of him.

The dragon girl smiled strangely. Her long sword, which had been drawn at some point, was dragging on the ground as she walked towards Nian. Behind her was the burning city of Chernobog, which looked like a flattened, distorted oil painting. The heat was overwhelming, and the pedestrians and thugs passed through her body like phantoms.

The blade sliced ​​across the ground, leaving a molten mark, proving that this was not a bizarre illusion.

It's not surprising that long-lived beings would reminisce about the past, but it's unusual for "memories" to be so intense as to resemble a dream.

Mosaic-like white spots emerged from the end of the short stick in his hand, and the dimensions of the present world and the world above began to be fused into one.

"Oh? You dare to come over? Instead of running away, you're walking towards me? It's rare that your chosen vessel, Talulah, in the void of her mind, is like a mentally ill patient who has lost her mind, desperately trying to paint my existence onto her cerebral cortex to tell you."

"How can I keep you on the land of Ursus if I don't come close to you?"

Talulah's voice became drawn out and distorted, as distant as lightning exploding behind the clouds, and as twisted as a whirlpool swirling in a river. Passersby around her clutched their heads in pain and knelt on the ground. A deep and dark forest appeared before their eyes, and the sound of winged creatures flapping their wings like the sound of clappers echoed in their ears.

"Okay, let's get even closer then."

Then, the consciousness and soul of everyone present began to blur, the surrounding buildings began to lose their stable form, and some laws of the present world also became ambiguous.

Near Talulah, everything began to twist and cycle like an ouroboros, and in the deep, dark shadows, thin and illusory wings began to spread.

At the other end, a massive fire rose up, darkening the sky. Hissing sounds came from all directions, but Nian's signature sneer echoed in the air.

"Heaven has a furnace."

......

In the distance, bursts of light rose into the sky.

A storm swept in, carrying dust, and spread across the ravaged land.

Beneath the control tower of the core city, members of both sides engaged in battle instinctively wanted to turn around to look, but then they heard Talulah's urgent voice coming from ahead:

"Everyone lie down! Don't look!"

Despite their many questions and doubts, the vast majority of Reunion Movement members lowered their heads, ignoring the crossbow bolts and handguns firing at close range, and simply lay down on the ground, clutching their weapons.

However, on the battlefield, there are always some who are a step behind, or who act on their own initiative.

A member of the Reunion Movement stared blankly at the light rising at the edge of the world. Suddenly, he let out a sharp, raucous howl. The lenses in his eyes burned into a molten, viscous substance. In an instant, boundless knowledge flooded his brain, destroying his mind.

If Li Lin were here, he would clearly see a new influence gathering and lingering.

[Entangled]

[A certain influence can vanish in an instant.]

Light streamed in through the crack. My mind was clearer than ever. The higher I rose, the more I saw.

This powerful influence, called fascination, instantly destroyed the gazer's will, dissolving his brain in mystery. The poor wretch then fell straight to the ground, his shrunken internal organs still wrapped in tattered skin. He was alive, but no different from dead.

The Reunion Movement's orders were strictly enforced, and such individuals were only a minority. However, the Chernobog police, who were completely unprepared, were all caught in the crossfire in an instant.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, scattering across the turbulent dust, and tangible light flowed through the air, gilding everything in its path.

It wasn't until nearly ten minutes later that Talulah looked up, and for a moment she thought she had entered a sculpture museum.

She silently rose, walked around the frozen crowd, and softly called out to the survivors of the Reunion Movement.

The Chernobog police force, which had been entangled with them for so long, was dealt with in such a dramatic way. The members of the Reunion Movement silently marched toward the command tower one by one. The sudden disaster left them no time to enjoy the joy of victory.

However, there is still one problem to be solved: it seems that there is more than one Talulah in Chernobog.

So which Talulah is the real one?

......

Outside the department store, Li Lin, who was carrying a crowbar, suddenly felt an itch in his nasal cavity, and a shiver spread from his chest to his fingertips.

He subconsciously opened the system.

A dark green tabletop emerged from the void, with semi-transparent cards stacked on top, like a poker game that had just begun and was already filled with a mountain of chips.

That peculiar, electric-like sensation came from a newly appeared countdown icon on the dark green desktop, flashing rapidly as if foreshadowing something ominous.

The system text in front of me refreshed and fell like a storm.

Someone has arrived.

[The dissolution and forgetting of memories, the winged creatures of imagination poised to take flight, the candlelight flickering in passion and longing, issuing a warning.]

All signs warn: an immortal has arrived.

Then the text was covered by a mottled gray, and a new text appeared accompanied by the sound of a countdown icon shattering.

Your enemy is within reach!

The countdown icon on the dark green desktop disappeared, and in the place where the icon had disappeared, a new card was announcing its presence to Li Lin.

The invisible brushstrokes on the card are outlining the profile of the immortal: mottled gray markings spiral over his face, countless tiny shadows blend into the dark brown back of the card, and his long silver hair seems to be constantly changing, like snake scales or the scales on the wings of a winged creature.

[The Immortal: An undying black serpent.]

Our enemy is the immortal black serpent, Koschei, a moth-like immortal who has fought countless battles under the rule of the emperors of Ursus, and who is loyal to this kingdom.

He has a penchant for manipulating his opponents' souls, but he is also familiar with the laws of transformation.

He prefers to subtly influence his opponents, but his power in the real world should not be underestimated.

Li Lin looked up, and Talulah was standing in the dust and light mist looking at him.

The dragon girl smiled, her lips curving upwards.

43. The city of Chern trembles! (Standard chapter title for fantasy)

The buildings in the distance are melting away bit by bit, and it's hard to tell whether this is an illusion or something happening in the real world.

The arrival of the immortals caused drastic changes in the world. A distorted gust of wind blew from the left, and amidst the screams of the ignorant crowd, it swept up several cars, turning them into piles of scrap metal. Some people were trapped underneath, and crimson blood soaked the ground.

Something was approaching, and intense pain came from the air. The pedestrians on the street couldn't see any of this, so when the blast wave swept by, their skin peeled off from the outside in, like dancers taking off their scarves and clothes.

It's not just people who are experiencing these strange phenomena.

The road surface was warped and bubbly like dead skin, the bark of trees withered and fell off, revealing their pale interiors, metal was rusting layer by layer, and an insect excitedly used its mouthparts to pluck off its own wings... Everything was shedding its skin.

Shedding skin means discarding what is no longer needed.

A heavy moth aura swept in, and a frenzied atmosphere poured out of the air. Anything that came into contact with the aura mutated into bizarre and distorted forms. Trees stripped of their bark grew wriggling tentacles, and insects swelled up like fruits, their carapaces becoming increasingly bright in color.

On the dark green tabletop, the moth phase influence card began to multiply, filling one corner of the table like mitosis. This was the highest level of influence that Li Lin had obtained so far.

[Impact: The Roar of the Soul]

[The influence of the third-order moth phase.]

Emotions distort our thoughts. One passion succumbs to another, like a leaf swept away by the wind!

[A third-order influence! Power and danger intertwine and merge into one.]

The storm of oblivion began to sweep across the Dragon Girl, and the chaotic power originating from the depths of her heart began to impact Li Lin's brain.

Of course, Li Lin knew this was not an illusion.

The system's data view refreshed rapidly, like a sudden storm. Every card on the dark green desktop seemed to be stirring, like leaves about to be swept up by the wind. It was a silent and dangerous upheaval, and Li Lin's brain was dancing a tap dance inside his skull.

The immortal black serpent's power has increased; he has made ample preparations.

He will take his enemies more seriously.

Current Strength: 7

Li Lin's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile. Every time his soft brain tissue came into contact with his skull, his body began to sway involuntarily. In the esoteric simulator, when an immortal's power and connections reach 10, they will launch a direct attack on their opponent.

Although Black Serpent's power is only 7, he is personally standing not far away through Talulah's body.

Whether it's level ten power or level seven power, killing Li Lin would be very simple.

The thought of being manipulated by the Black Serpent made Li Lin chuckle – normally Li Lin was half-mad, but now he was whole.

He pulled down his pants, his left hand moving back and forth repeatedly, while his right hand wielded a crowbar as he strode towards the black snake.

Li Lin laughed heartily and recited a poem to express his aspirations: "I laugh as I brandish my sword to the sky, my heart and soul remain loyal to the Kunlun Mountains, whether I stay or go!"