After rebirth, she discovered the space golden finger

After Pei Yun and his six companions left the "gate," the entire "gate" completely disappeared, and they returned to the clouds with the other four teams.

Yu Feng immediately returned to his team, while Guo Cai glanced at Pei Yun expressionlessly before leaving with his subordinates.

Cai Dongcheng looked at Pei Yun with a half-smile: "Fellow Daoist Pei, you truly have excellent skills. I am ashamed to admit that I am inferior to you."

Pei Yun retorted without any politeness, "Fellow Daoist Cai, you flatter me. It's mainly because of the contrast provided by your team."

Upon hearing this, Cai Dongcheng and his team members' faces instantly darkened. Cai Dongcheng forced a stiff smile, gave Pei Yun a perfunctory bow, and then turned and left with his men.

Pei Yun didn't bother with this hypocrite. The people from Park Bufan's and Wen Ping's teams politely exchanged greetings with Pei Yun and his group of five. As captains, the two even apologized to Pei Yun.

"...Due to the urgency of the situation at the time, we accepted Cai Dongcheng's suggestion. Looking back now, it was a momentary lapse of judgment! Please forgive us, fellow Daoist..."

"Everyone is relying on their own abilities. This is a competition, so naturally we have to compete to see who is better..."

Pei Yun didn't mind. They weren't familiar with each other, and besides, they were scheming against her, and she was scheming against them too.

Park Bufan and Wen Ping naturally wanted to befriend someone like Pei Yun. Even if they couldn't become friends, they couldn't afford to offend him, so they humbled themselves and apologized.

Wen Ping even suggested joining forces with Pei Yun's team to enter the next "door," but Pei Yun declined.

After the other two teams left, Pei Yun and the other four went to find the next "door"...

“Pei Yun, wouldn’t the two teams be even stronger if they joined forces? If you had asked just now, both teams would have agreed.”

Fu Lingchen said, "I think this idea isn't just ours; other teams must have discussed it privately as well..." As he spoke, he looked around and saw many teams in his line of sight, some of which were already showing signs of forming cliques.

Pei Yun said helplessly, "...I find it difficult enough to lead a team. If we join forces, even if they can follow my command, I can't guarantee that they will definitely complete the trial mission! Besides, there's the issue of profit sharing. We've only met their team a few times. How can I completely trust them..."

"The five of us are enough. Let's focus on getting inside and completing the mission!"

After spending quite some time, Pei Yun and his group of five found another difficult-level "door" and entered it without hesitation.

Sure enough, they were teleported to a round table again, surrounded by blood mist, making it impossible to see anything.

However, this time, Pei Yun's team was not the first team to enter this "gate," but the last team to enter. Before them, there were already four teams inside.

So as soon as they entered the "door," before the five of them even had a chance to look at the other teams, a light screen appeared above the round table with only two words as a prompt—"Painter."

"……painter?"

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, the blood mist had completely spread out, engulfing the figures of the five teams...

When Pei Yun regained consciousness, she found that everyone had arrived at a villa.

This villa is very large, with five floors and staircases on both sides. It is decorated in a retro style and has a magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The main hall is located in the center of the ground floor, where a long table is placed with a white tablecloth covering it. Chairs are neatly arranged around the table, and exquisite tableware and wine glasses are placed on the table.

The most eye-catching feature is the series of oil paintings hanging on the walls. These paintings are not only hung on the ground floor walls, but also on the walls of the entire five-story corridor.

“Ninety percent of our spiritual power and divine consciousness have been sealed away again…” Pei Yun was carefully observing the surrounding environment when he heard a young woman from another team complaining in a low voice.

As soon as she said this, everyone present examined their bodies and found that, as the woman had said, they now only had 10% of their strength left, and their storage artifacts could not be activated.

It seems that Pei Yun and his group were not the only ones to have encountered this situation at the previous "gate"; other teams also experienced the same thing.

Although it was daytime, the villa's main gate was tightly closed, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could see that the sky outside was gloomy and without sunlight, making the villa feel somewhat cold and damp.

Apart from Pei Yun's team, all the other teams failed the previous "Gate" trial mission, so they did not know the significance of the "Gate," but Pei Yun and his five teammates did.

Minglu secretly transmitted her voice to the four people: "...Fellow Daoist Pei, the artifact spirit told us before that the 'Gate of Trials' is actually called the 'Gate of the Dead.' It is conceivable that this 'gate' is also formed by the resentment of the dead..."

The words of the spirit in the previous "door" revealed a lot of key information. Pei Yun and the other four were not stupid. After the previous round of trials, they naturally guessed how to resolve the true mystery of this "door".

Pei Yun nodded: "Since the artifact spirit says it's the 'Gate of the Dead,' then each of these 'gates' must be related to the dead. This villa is filled with eerie energy, so it must be shrouded in resentment..."

"Before we came in, the mission hinted at 'painter,' so the key to completing the mission must lie in these paintings..." Fu Lingchen stared intently at the paintings on the wall.

“These paintings… some are incredibly realistic, while others are abstract and difficult to understand…” He Changxuan frowned, “They are quite different from the ink painting style of our Vast Universe Continent…”

Zhou Feng's spirits lifted: "...These paintings seem to contain traces of magic arrays..."

"Really?!" The other four were surprised and immediately asked.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a long beard from one of the other teams spoke up: "Everyone, I'm sure you've all entered the 'door' before. The difficult-level 'door' is extremely dangerous, and the mission hints are too few, requiring careful consideration. There's also a time limit. Why don't our five teams join forces and explore together..."

"Fellow Daoist Qian is right. Our team supports Fellow Daoist Qian."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a man in blue robes jumped out from the other side, leading his men and the man referred to as "Fellow Daoist Qian" to join him.

The other three teams could tell at a glance that these two teams had probably joined forces before they even entered the arena, and now they were trying to use their combined strength to overpower them!

Pei Yun and his group of five stood aside, ready to watch the show, but the people from the other two teams couldn't hold back any longer. A middle-aged woman sneered, "There are twenty-five people in five teams. With so many people, who will take orders from us?"

“Of course we will follow Fellow Daoist Qian’s command. Fellow Daoist Qian is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and an elite disciple of the Dao God Palace. In the previous ‘sect’, Fellow Daoist Qian led other teams to safety several times…” the man in blue spoke again.

"Then...may I ask, did you complete the trial mission at the previous 'gate'?" another arrogant-looking man in black asked sarcastically from a distance.

Of course not!

The man in blue and the fellow Daoist Qian were both taken aback by the man in black's words. Qian Zheng, however, remained composed. He stepped forward, bowed to the other three teams, and smiled, saying:

"...Please forgive me, fellow Daoists. My suggestion stems from the lessons learned from the previous 'gate.' This 'gate' is a difficult one, and as I predicted, there will definitely be a time limit. If the teams split up and act independently, it will likely waste time. It would be better for the five teams to join forces, find useful information, and then share it. This will be much faster and make it easier to complete the mission..."

His words were much easier for the others to accept, and the man in black's expression softened: "We can cooperate, but as for who we should take orders from, I think we should forget about it..."

Everyone present, including Pei Yun's team, agreed with the man in black's opinion. Qian Zheng looked somewhat embarrassed: "Before we came in, the clue this 'door' gave us was about a painter. I think the key to the mission is probably these paintings. I think..."

He was speaking when suddenly, the crystal chandelier above lit up, instantly illuminating the entire hall.

Everyone present was startled. A middle-aged man in a black suit, with his head slightly lowered and a gloomy face, pushed a wheelchair out of the shadows at the other end of the corridor. The sound of his leather shoes clapping against the floor resonated in everyone's hearts.

Sitting in a wheelchair was an elderly man with white hair, his breath faint. He was hunched over, his mouth was crooked, and his eyes were somewhat vacant. He looked as if he would die at any moment.

For a moment, none of the five teams spoke, only silently watching the bizarre scene unfold before them.

What puzzled them was that these two were mortals, but they had been observing the villa for a while and their divine senses had not detected their presence.