Mythical Three Kingdoms

At that moment, Zixu noticed that inside the tower there was a small niche with a strange red-yellow thing inside, which resembled a Divine Stone. Curious about its energy, Zixu's mischievous hand reached out to verify, so he went in...

Holding the item, he sensed it twice, unable to absorb any Life Energy, yet he could feel a peculiar Spiritual Energy circulating around, so thoughtlessly he injected a sliver of his own power into it.

Subsequently, meddlesome Zixu was blown to bits. Fortunately, being an Immortal, he didn't possess a real body. At the moment that stone-like object exploded, he dispersed into Qi and then reformed into a human shape again.

However, as Zixu reformed into a human shape, a large group of bald monks rushed over. It was then that Zixu remembered that these might be monks, and the item he took might have been a relic called a Shariputra. He had heard of it before, but never seen one.

It was said to be quite valuable. The mischievous Zixu turned and fled without a second thought, but as soon as he took off, countless attacks were launched at him. They were all methods of Inner Qi Projection, using Heaven and Earth Essence, with around ten or so attacks.

Zixu was almost scared to death. Luckily, having experienced many battles, he managed to slip through the gaps between the attacks just as they were about to hit him.

As soon as he flew out, Zixu elevated his form and assumed a defensive stance. If there really were ten Immortals, he might have withstood it, but if there were ten Inner Qi Manifestation Martial Artists, then today he would have no choice but to bow down and invoke the Han Empire to cover for him.

When Zixu flew out, he found that there were only a few at the Qi Refining to Gang level, and the weakest at just ordinary Qi Refining Into Body level.

Without saying more, Zixu turned around and pinned the monks trying to harm him into the ground. Although they could use methods that surprised Zixu, he knocked them down and cast a practical spell, ensuring none of these bastards could get back up. After completing this, Zixu dared not linger and swiftly flew away.

But shortly after, he was blocked again. After flying over that super high mountain and heading west, he encountered traps everywhere. Had Zixu not been powerful, he surely would have been finished by those bald monks. Even though he escaped, Zixu didn't have it easy. Even after wising up and flying southeast, it didn't help much.

During the final perilous battle at sea, Zixu even resorted to using Forbidden Techniques, almost destroying himself, but successfully eliminated a Kushan Inner Qi Manifestation Martial Artist and three senior monks. Compared to fighting, the Central Plains was the truly terrifying place...

In truth, the senior monks weren't that difficult to kill at the level of an Immortal, supposedly at the Inner Qi Manifestation standard, but in battle, they were less competent than Immortals. At least Immortals had engaged in combat before, whereas the monks purely relied on a consciousness flow, and using forbidden techniques desperately purely targeted the Inner Qi Manifestation military general.

However, Zixu also resolved never to return to that place again. Aside from anything else, it was truly a trap, filled with experts and possessing methods that allowed ordinary monks to harness Heaven and Earth Essence.

After eliminating that Kushan valiant general, Zixu himself was basically done for. Using Forbidden Techniques to alter the celestial phenomena, he drew in an already present tornado. The Kushan valiant general was struck by lightning over twenty consecutive times, reduced to ash, while Zixu was whisked away by the tornado and eventually thrown into the sea.

Luckily, Zixu wouldn't drown. After being unconscious for a few days, he successfully floated past the Equator. With the sun on the northern side, Zixu thought it was south and continued flying, flying, flying until he was nauseated and suddenly realized the Polaris was no longer visible...

Incidentally, Zixu noticed that one day the stars in the sky had all changed. This feeling for an Immortal was almost as if the world had changed. Zixu had become a headless fly, no longer believing that the sun rose from the east.

Nauseated from flying, Zixu stopped once more, planning to fish for big fish and eat some meat, when a red light flashed across, followed by a purple light that entered his body. Instantly, Zixu was exhilarated and chased after the red light.

Food could be skipped, after all, he wouldn't die, but flying across the sea every day until nauseated was unchanged. Any change, even a red light, was welcome. If things continued like this, Zixu felt he would eventually go mad, and as an Immortal, madness meant death.

Chasing, chasing, chasing, Zixu didn't hesitate to burn his own form to catch up to that red light. However, in terms of speed, that red light was more than a notch faster than Zixu, so he could only watch as the red light disappeared over the horizon.

Lyu Bu sliced off over ten pounds of meat from the Great Kun's back with one strike of his halberd, then ignored the rampaging Great Kun. He picked up the meat and left, flashing across distances of several meters, quickly disappearing along the coastline, returning to the small house he shared with Diao Chan.

By now, Lyu Bu was fairly certain that there was nobody else in this area. Using his limited mental capacity, he figured it must be due to the strong and numerous hopping animals here. Anyone without strength couldn't survive.

"What is that?" Lyu Bu was about to wave to Diao Chan when a red light appeared in his field of vision.

"I jump~" Lyu Bu leapt lightly, dodging the red light, seeing the red light persistently chase him with no inertia. Lyu Bu moved through the void, the red light shifting left and right, eventually catching up and penetrating him, revealing a fierce halberd blade behind Lyu Bu.

"What on earth is this?" Lyu Bu felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, scratching his head in confusion. With no one else around, he and Diao Chan lived a pure secluded life, drastically different from when he was in Bingzhou.

"Ah ah ah, I just don't believe it!" Zixu flew in a fit of rage in one direction, lost once again. The red light led him south, eventually flying into the Antarctic Circle, where it was polar daytime, leaving Zixu thoroughly bewildered!

Sitting in Antarctica amidst the minus twenty to thirty-degree warmth, Zixu pondered for half a year, eventually giving up on whether the sun was moving south or north, rising in the east or setting in the west, until one day when the sun set and never rose again...

Yes, it truly did not rise again. By this point, Zixu was used to bewilderment. Isn't it just that the sun hasn't risen? Hadn't it not set for the past half-year? Just get used to it; yes, just get used to it. It's not too important, except a bit cold.

Thus, after squatting in Antarctica for more than half a year, having abandoned both constellations and the sun, Zixu set off once again. As for the direction, it didn't matter anymore. Zixu no longer held much hope of flying back. This world was vast, as expected, and without flying once, you wouldn't know just how vast it is!

[Wen He, if there's ever a day I return to the Central Plains, the first thing I'll do is find trouble with you.] Gawking at the bewildering constellations, Zixu silently made up his mind.

Having lived so many years, Zixu finally realized that knowing directions was a scholarly pursuit, and extremely important. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)

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