T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Aren't you afraid of dying here too?" Zhifeng stared at the people on the boundary between reality and illusion who were fighting the heroic spirits. "We are all puppets, our consciousness is fading, unlike these people, who are beyond saving!"

“I am prepared,” Candlelight emphasized again. “What, you aren’t? Or do you really consider yourself a god, believing you won’t shed blood?”

Zhifeng suddenly burst into laughter.

"I don't care, the Overlord will definitely acknowledge my strength."

"Don't think that the blockade here can completely stop me, Candlelight. I have mastered the technique of making you completely forget everything."

The land of three domes, the mountain of a hundred peaks.

This desolate place, known for its towering peaks and dense forests, is precisely where Zhifeng has appeared several times.

Holola vaguely sensed the traces left by the operation of the doll's core.

She glanced back.

The group from Fuxian Sect were filled with trepidation, and many of them were trembling like leaves.

She loosened her grip: "Run quickly, and tell people not to come near here for the time being."

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, the members of the Fuxian Sect nodded hurriedly and left without daring to linger for a moment.

Baifeng Mountain is exceptionally vast; one can sense its presence, but it is not easy to pinpoint its location.

Not wanting to disturb the spiritual energy of the Three Heavens Land, she could only resort to a clumsy method, searching like a plow, interspersed with the use of her magical perception.

"Well?"

As she was concentrating on sensing, a sudden surge of "spiritual energy" caught Holora's attention.

"Moved?"

She frowned sharply, her attention diverted to sensing the condition of the Stars' Proof.

Seeing the boundary between reality and illusion and the battle between heroic spirits, the candlelight and the wind weaving faced off, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

Everything was normal, and her perception was correct, which could only mean one thing.

Weaving Wind has mastered the technique of creating clones of consciousness lost after the memories of Candlelight were shattered.

Upon entering the Proof of the Stars, she had her clone take over the care of her main body!

Holola was somewhat surprised.

Weaving Wind was originally a separate entity, yet it dared to imitate it now. Dolls are indeed fearless.

"Hmph, trying to run away."

While chasing, Holora sent messages to Candlelight.

Upon learning the whole story, even the usually calm face of Zhu Huo showed signs of emotion.

"Hahahaha, judging from your expression, you already know what happened, right?"

"Candlelight, you're really concerned about that guy behind you, aren't you?"

"Lift the blockade on this space, or do nothing and wait a day. Don't try to compete with me for administrator settings permissions."

"I won't make things difficult for you."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee what my clone might do if it goes to your world."

Candlelight remained calm: "You won't grant your clone the power to descend to this side following the signs of the stars."

"Are you gambling with his life?"

Candlelight glanced at Chen Shaoyu, who was obediently eating popcorn and watching the show.

“I wouldn’t dare gamble with his life. I just trust my judgment of you.”

"You are selfish and only care about yourself."

"Knowing how one was born, how could one be willing to share everything with another born from the same magic?"

"I'm probably at my limit if I'm willing to give away half of my knowledge."

Zhifeng blushed when she was told the truth.

It really is half, no more and no less.

Even if she keeps a clone as a backup plan to protect her physical body in reality, she still can't completely trust it.

"If I become powerful enough, what if she follows my example?"

Gazing at another version of myself that is exactly the same, the unease in my heart ripples like waves, unable to subside.

Enraged, the wind whistled like lightning, shooting towards the candlelight.

With a casual wave of the candle, he led Chen Shaoyu to the edge of the garden.

“This action…” Zhifeng was overjoyed. “It’s not a projection, it really is the original consciousness.”

"The little game of candlelight mimicking human emotions can end now."

"What's the difference between you and me, being able to drag people who like you into danger?"

"It's not hard to admit that you're just playing house and using him as a tool, hahahahaha."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"You claim to understand human nature and emotions better than me, but all you can say in an argument is 'It has nothing to do with me'?"

The intense collision of flames and gale-force winds created several towering fire tornadoes in mid-air.

The aftershocks of the battle reached the battlefield where the boundaries between reality and illusion met.

They and the heroic spirits couldn't help but stop, looking up at the two figures who seemed like gods descending, transforming into two streams of light that intertwined and clashed all the way to the heavens.

Coincidentally, after Lysick's outburst, the number of heroic spirits remaining in the garden was 8.

Six of them specialize in routes that align with the boundaries between the virtual and real worlds.

Jiang Heyi faced off against the sinister-looking demon warrior.

French fries stand in confrontation with a pure-blooded martial artist.

The bed and the shadow mage were locked in a fierce battle within the shadows.

In front of the squid was a minotaur carrying a giant shield, whose physical body was also as strong as an iron tower.

The jailer and the necromancer engage in a passionate clash through necromancy.

Before the four Primal Bodies, a young man, elegant as a gentleman, holding a staff, politely inquired about the rules under which the contest would be conducted.

Judging from his posture, he didn't seem to have been dragged out to fight by Zhifeng; rather, it seemed like he was preparing for a friendly academic exchange.

The tetralogists were deeply moved.

After encountering the insane Heroic Spirits, I've finally met a normal person who is polite and speaks kindly from the start.

It's like getting the guaranteed reward in a ten-pull, it's so exciting!

The other two spectators were also very well-behaved.

Finding themselves without a suitable opponent, the only option they could choose was a support-type necromancer. One held their sword, the other withdrew their summoned creature, arms crossed, calmly watching the battle from the sidelines.

The scene resembled people in a park watching old men play chess, waiting for someone to lose so they could take over the game.

As for the bright orange tea...

If you target someone who has no fighting ability, they'll probably think it's beneath them.

The carefree young man, carrying a greatsword, even went up to chat with Orange Tea, and in just a few words, he brought up the topic of whether she had a boyfriend.

The jailer shouted disdainfully, "You're just a dead spirit, yet you're trying to pick up girls!"

The young man with the greatsword glanced at him and said, "It's so noisy. You should worry about yourself. You might be an idiot who gets killed by the undead creatures."

"Remember, in my eyes, necromancers are the most despicable profession, and you have no right to speak to me."

"Just like the necromancer you fought, I discriminate against you on equal terms."

The spirits are like this: since history is being restored, don't expect them to have any spirit of cooperative combat.

They are all the best in their respective worlds, geniuses who dominated their eras. Before they could cooperate, they had to be ranked.

If it weren't for the connection of summoning and the boundary between the real and the virtual, they would most likely have already started fighting each other and competing for supremacy.

Chapter 517 If it has a physical form, then there's nothing to fear.

Suddenly, the jailer felt the pressure in front of him decrease, and the dozens of undead creatures that had been fighting each other retreated.

She glanced up at her colleague not far away, then brushed aside her drooping bangs, revealing two bright green eyes.

Perhaps because of its cute appearance and its refined manner during confrontations, without any crazy shouting, the jailer didn't feel any sense of oppression from the undead creatures.

The female spirit, who described herself as the "Puppet Master," held the corner of her dress and bowed slightly with elegance and politeness.

"Can our confrontation be temporarily suspended?"

The jailer's mind went completely blank: "Huh?"

"I have other things to do."

As she spoke, she suddenly waved her hand, dispersing the undead servants surrounding her, and pointed into the distance.

The greatsword-wielding hero, still shamelessly pestering Orange Tea, narrowed his eyes slightly. Without even touching the ground, the greatsword rose into the air and slashed heavily at the empty space.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The ear-piercing sound was deafening.

Orange Tea was protected by a spirit and was unharmed, but the woman's shrill scream caused Big Sword Brother, who was almost within reach, to have his ear pierced and bleed.

The sudden explosion brought the surrounding battle to a halt.

The fries sparked as they grazed the blade of the burly martial artist in front of them, both turning their heads to check, but the force in their hands remained unchanged.

The greatsword-wielding hero's eyes blazed with fury: "What are you doing?"

"Necromanticism, despicable, you've said it all, I can't pretend I didn't hear it."

The greatsword spirit scoffed, "Fine, fine. You think mere magic power can make me serve her? Bah!"

"Necromantic heresy, I hope you're not just good at sneak attacks."

The greatsword landed, and the garden floor suddenly collapsed.

The yellowish-brown halo rapidly spread from the sword's edge, causing sand and gravel to float in the air, vegetation to crumble, and even the air to condense into a gelatinous mud pit.

The puppeteer swayed, and the hem of her dress suddenly felt as heavy as lead. She tried to raise her hand, but found that every inch her fingertips moved felt like pushing a mountain.

The vengeful banshee she summoned, capable of shrieking, was also pulled to the ground by this force and could not move.

Even spirits cannot escape.

The friendly negotiations with the Four Primal Bodies regarding the details of the confrontation resembled those of an academically trained magician who had already transitioned to a spectator mode.

He and the four original entities found a secluded corner where they wouldn't be affected and chatted idly.

"Specializing in the field of gravity in falling, a very good level, but there is still room for improvement."

"You don't seem too keen on sparring with me?"

"Of course I would, but... it doesn't feel good to be manipulated. If the person who summons me negotiates with me amicably, instead of using a commanding tone, I would be happy to serve her for a while."

The academic youth smiled: "After all, my achievements are derived from the nourishment of the world. After death, my soul returns to the origin of the world, and it is only right that I give back."

"If we only take and never give, then this world is too closed off."

It still captures the youthful years, showing how someone could possess incredible fighting power, remain calm and composed, and display astonishing self-cultivation on the path to adulthood.

He is clearly the most reasonable among the group of crazy heroic spirits.

Tsk tsk, the puppeteer has already hand-crafted a 4-meter-tall necromancer monster on the spot, while the greatsword hero spirit has infused the gravity field into the sword to achieve miniaturization of the field.

They've clearly gotten really into a fight.

Except for the fries and their opponent moving to a different spot to continue their fierce battle, the entire arena stopped to watch.

beat?

What a load of crap, who doesn't love to watch something funny?