Devil Seeds

Chapter 28 – Divine Tomb

Chapter 28 God’s Tomb

“Welcome everyone to my world, where you can get everything you expect. But first…you have to pass the test I set.” The ‘familiar’ voice of the Faceless Man came again.

Song·Shizun·Wool·Qingwen has long since lost the tension and malice he had when he entered last time, and seemed much more at ease.

After the end of the last game, although the mantra he got was like Taoism and Buddha, it was not without help for him, a big monk who cultivated demons.

Although all parties are unwilling to admit it positively, in fact, no matter what kind of practice, if you go to the top and go backward, many principles are interlinked.

Like Buddhist monks, who practice in the world of mortals, break the precepts and return to vulgarity, go back to the world, experience life, old age, sickness and death, and have to break everything with blood on their hands, and return to the way of Bodhi.

The monks of the Demon Sect should also have the heart of Shura, know how to control anger with patience, and uphold the original heart. They should know that killing and cruelty are a means of survival, not their true nature. They should respect life even though they ignore it.

It is not to say that such choices are absolutely correct, but to say that two different types, even completely opposite cultivation methods, will occasionally meet in a certain place, and it seems that they are indistinguishable from each other.

This is a seemingly endless fertile field.

The long wind blows through the warm meadow in the sun, and the ripples are smooth and undulating like waves.

“The world seems to have grown a lot. Is it because it’s the second time I’ve entered, so the ‘truth’ belonging to this small world is gradually being unlocked to me?” Song Qingwen thought.

Afterwards, he saw many people appearing abruptly but naturally somewhere in the meadow.

When the beautiful music suddenly sounded subtly but softly in the wind, a white narration appeared in front of everyone who entered the Huzhong Realm.

Of course, except for those ‘veteran players’ who have already experienced it once or twice, most of the newcomers are panicking at the moment.

They were clamoring and gathering frantically, and then provoked unscrupulously.

Turning a blind eye to the long paragraph of text that fell in front of my eyes.

“What is life? Do we often think this way? It is said that in a myth in another world, Anubis, the **** who guards the gate of the underworld, will take out the heart of the dead and put it on the scales. One end of the feather weighs more than the feather. If the heart were heavier than the feather, the dead man would be dragged into the abyss, and his heart would be devoured by Amit, the monster with the head of a crocodile, the upper body of a lion, and the lower body of a hippopotamus.”

After reading such a passage, Song Qingwen felt doubts in his heart, but suddenly felt some kind of inexplicable ‘excitement’.

“Another world, a strange myth… Sure enough, Senior Faceless Man is not limited to a certain world, he has the power to cross different worlds. If I follow in his footsteps, will I also have the opportunity to see different worlds? The scenery?” Song Qingwen’s heart gradually became turbulent again.

However, there is no magic value overflow.

Moxie masters can still control their emotions, so as not to let them leak.

Last time Ke Xiaoliang harvested a wave of wool, mainly because the formula he dictated had a great impact on Song Qingwen.

It’s just that after the text appears, there is no more text.

Did not explain the task, nor the reward, nor any follow-up explanation.

It’s like just pulling everyone into such a world, and then letting them fend for themselves?

“If there is no test, what is the meaning of that passage just now?” Song Qingwen frowned.

Wang Yu and the others, who had already been “pointed out”, found Song Qingwen on the meadow, and then spontaneously gathered behind Song Qingwen.

“You don’t need to follow me, go and point out those idiots! I don’t want to ruin this rare opportunity because of their stupidity.” Song Qingwen looked at the noisy and clamoring newbie little devils, I really want to shoot them all directly to death.

Wang Yu and the others took the order to go, and each of them dispersed to pass on some of their experience to some newcomers who are still quite calm and can think steadily.

Of course… It is a reserved teaching.

However, Ke Xiaoliang assured his heart that such a teaching…doesn’t necessarily have any effect.

Song Qingwen began to wander aimlessly on the meadow.

The scenery here is always the same, so that Song Qingwen has the illusion that he has walked through the same place many times.

But in fact… this is really not his illusion.

Because of the whole world, Ke Xiaoliang was involved.

forms a ring shape.

Using the already open background, in such a way, creates an illusion that the world seems to be very vast and huge.

Of course, the premise that this can be set up is that the Huzhong Realm originally expanded by Ke Xiaoliang already has a considerable size.

Otherwise, even if it is rolled up for recycling, it will still be narrow.

After walking aimlessly like this for about seven or eight hours, even Song Qingwen felt a little impatient.

Thinking you are wasting your time.

This is especially true for those newcomers, they have given up looking for any tests and clues.

Most of them just wait in place, or rest cross-legged to recharge their batteries.

“You walk aimlessly, only to find that you are just wasting time. Just like your life, you are indeed moving forward, but you often repeat yourself in one place, standing still.” The new narration is finally in the slow music , appearing in front of everyone.

Then, above everyone’s perspective, an inexplicable small map appeared.

There is also a red dot marked on the minimap.

It seems that they want to guide everyone to approach the red dot.

Song Qingwen pinched the Yin Jue directly, and there was a strong wind under his feet.

The gust of wind rolled up the blades of grass around him, sending him to the red dot marked on the small map in an instant.

There is a stele buried in the soil and grass blades at the red dot.

If it weren’t for the markings, it would be easy to overlook its existence.

“You came to the end of the trip in a hurry, and found that what you saw was not what you expected. Let me guess, what did you think of? A magnificent palace? Or a beautiful lake? Or an endless The sea and the mountains and forests full of treasures? Are they more real? I mean… are you sure what you see before your eyes is not an illusion?” The narration reappears.

Song Qingwen was slightly silent.

Then he waved his sleeves to clean up the grass and loess from the stele.

On the stone tablet, two ancient characters were clearly engraved.

Holy grave!

Song Qingwen’s eyes narrowed.

“Holy grave?”

God is the existence of immortality, while the tomb is the place of death and decay.

The combination of these two categorically opposite words really hits the eye.

Song Qingwen looked around again. At this time, the romantic and boring meadow seemed to be suddenly filled with an inexplicable and strange atmosphere in his eyes.

There will be more updates later!

(end of this chapter)