National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

Holding his own "body" directly, the Emperor Soul Shadow took a step forward!

He exerted force with his feet, and his whole body turned into a domineering golden stream of light. With an unstoppable momentum, like a cannonball, he plunged into the center of the Bagua formation, the space vortex that symbolized the path to the Xuyuan Furnace!

"Xuanyuan——!" Taishang Laojun screamed in shock, and his whisk almost fell out of his hand.

“What the hell?!” The Jade Emperor’s illusory soul projection nearly jumped up in anxiety, and subconsciously yelled, “Xuanyuan, wait a minute! The procedures! The procedures haven’t been completed yet!”

For the first time, an extremely obvious look of astonishment appeared on Lingbao Tianzun's face, which had been frozen for thousands of years.

The gathering "fire" energy around him froze, and his "jump into the furnace" posture froze in mid-flight, one hand even slightly extended forward. This script... isn't right! Also, if you go down... Su Mohui will kill me too, right?

Unfortunately, it's too late.

With a flash of golden light, Xuanyuan Shaoze's imperial soul, along with his sleeping body, instantly disappeared in the madly rotating Bagua formation, leaving only a few scattered golden lights and a buzzing sound of space distortion.

But at this moment, a low, hoarse voice, as if filled with endless fatigue and dust, yet extremely clear, sounded directly in the sea of ​​consciousness of Lingbao Tianzun, Jade Emperor, and Qi Mo:

"Lingbao...keep an eye on the house for me. Everyone...has been sleeping for nearly three million years, so it's time to stretch their legs...and by the way...destroy the lair of those C-type mud monsters!"

The golden light completely disappeared without a trace.

The scene once again fell into an eerie silence. The wind seemed to have died down—the immortal clouds solidified, and the flames in the alchemy furnace had forgotten to flicker.

The Jade Emperor's illusory hand was still raised in the air, maintaining a "retaining" gesture, with a look of confusion and pain on his face that said, "You jumped before I even finished speaking?!"

Qi Mo was still pointing his finger at the Bagua diagram. The smug look of "I figured it out" on his face hadn't faded away before it solidified into shock of "Oh my god! This brute is too fast!!"

Jehovah silently smoothed out the nail marks on the cover of the Bible. His golden eyes were filled with pure shock at the efficiency (or rather, recklessness) of the Eastern pantheon.

Apollo clutches his mute harp, his mouth slightly open. The artist's brain clearly can't process this "carrying himself into a fire pit" performance art. For the first time, I felt... art pales in the face of the absolute aesthetics of violence.

Frey looked at the empty pig position (the Golden Pig had just disappeared), then at the equally empty Bagua map position (Xuanyuan had just jumped), with a look of bewilderment on his face, as if to say, "Today, all I see are people (pigs) disappearing." He was overcome with grief and almost cried out loud.

Itzamna's computing core was still frantically blaring alarms, the CPU nearly burning out—those variables! What kind of variables were he stacking?! Yu Wenjin's arm suddenly had a few more dragon scales standing upright, a pure stress reaction.

The dead silence lasted for five seconds.

In the end, Qi Mo was the first to react. He put his hands down, rubbed his brows, and said to Lingbao Tianzun, who was still in the "ready to jump" posture, with a tone of helplessness and resignation of "I knew it would be like this":

"...Look, did you see that? This idiot's soul has awakened. He's very familiar with Urobuchi's territory. Plus, his body...er, or 'container' is still there. His ability to resist contamination is probably better than your pure divine body could withstand."

He paused, unwilling to address him by name—who was Lingbao Tianzun? Before Emperor Fuxi's ancient emperor soul awakened (of course, if Qi Mo wanted, he could do it at any time), he only knew Shen Jia'an.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the still humming Bagua formation. "Although... it was a bit reckless, and the formalities weren't completed. But in the end... the crack has been opened anyway. Whoever takes the lead should be able to make do... it seems that it can be done."

Lingbao Tianzun slowly retracted his slightly extended hand. The deep aura surrounding him, poised to "transform into a blazing fire," quickly receded and subsided like the ebbing tide, returning to the vast and unfathomable divinity of the Three Pure Ones. The trace of surprise on his face had long since vanished, and his calm, indifferent expression had returned.

He glanced at the gradually calming Bagua formation, then looked at the still chaotic battlefield in the low-dimensional world below, and finally his gaze fell on Qi Mo. His voice was still clear, and no emotion could be heard:

"Okay." Just two words.

Then, he straightened the cuffs of his cloud-patterned Taoist robe, which was not at all tangled, as if the "preparatory jumping into the furnace" had just been a stretch. His posture was so calm that it made the Jade Emperor want to curse.

At the entrance of Tushita Palace, the soft light emitted by the white jade heavenly book was silently retracted, as if saying: Okay, it doesn’t matter who jumps, just open the seam and it’ll be fine.

"No! Wait a minute?!" Taishang Laojun opened his mouth and took a long time to find his voice: "What...what did he say just now? He exposed the nest of the Ke system...?!" Laojun felt that his Taoist heart that had been built for tens of thousands of years was a little unstable.

The corners of Yu Wenjin's mouth twitched violently for a few times. After holding it in for a long time, he finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...Fuck! He really is a ruthless person!"

The word "grass" is used in a very down-to-earth way, fully expressing the shock in Zhulong's heart at the moment and...a kind of indescribable sense of identity.

Lingbao Tianzun stood there for a long time. He looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at the Xuyuan Furnace that had swallowed up Emperor Xuanyuan's soul, and was silent for a moment.

Finally, a trace of extremely complex, difficult-to-interpret emotions flashed across his indifferent eyes. He slowly raised his hand and bowed solemnly towards the churning Bagua formation.

The soft halo of compassion emanating from the white jade heavenly book at the entrance of Tushita Palace quietly shifted at some point and enveloped the direction of the Xuyuan furnace, as if silently bidding farewell to the Central Emperor who "jumped into the furnace" on behalf of the Heavenly Venerable.

The Jade Emperor looked at Lingbao's "nothing happened" appearance, and thought of the heroic act of Xuanyuan Shaoze, the reckless man, who carried him over the pit. The muscles on his illusory face twitched for a moment, and finally turned into a long, powerless sigh:

"...I'm so impressed... Each one is more troublesome than the other! Laojun! Hurry and check for me! That Xuanyuan guy jumped ship without a 'Netherworld Furnace Permit'! Does that count as illegal immigration?! Who will be held responsible if the subsequent pollution index exceeds the standard?! Hurry and complete the procedures! Complete the report!!"

Taishang Laojun stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I understand. I'll do it right away!" After he said that, he disappeared from the spot in a flash, as if he was afraid that the angry cannonball of the Supreme of the Three Realms would explode on him.

The mess in heaven seems to be endless.