Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 644 Not an old friend, but an enemy

"no, do not want……"

"Mine... all of them are mine..."

Du Ye lay on the ground in a miserable and disheveled state, desperately crawling forward.

He stretched out his hands and repeatedly made grabbing motions on the ground, gathering the scattered stones into his arms.

However, since he could not sense any willpower, his face remained in a state of madness.

One after another, it never stops...

Seeing this, Monk Huiming shook his head and sighed, "Duye, those were all lies. Even now, you still can't let go?"

It's impossible to say that Du Ye would be spared his life simply because he laid down his butcher's knife.

But in the final stage of his life, the monk Huiming still wanted to see Duye repent for his past sins, or rather, admit that they were wrong.

Instead of believing those sins were right until death.

Duye ignored what the monk Huiming said and continued to stuff the stone chips into his arms.

But the moment the cicada burst out of his body, he already had a wound on his abdomen that would have allowed his intestines to slip out.

He stuffed handfuls of stone fragments into his stomach through the wound, the intense pain making his movements increasingly slow.

Finally, Du Ye stopped moving.

He now only has a faint breath left, so faint that even a mosquito couldn't blow it away.

He lay on the ground, pressing his hand against the pile of rubble inside his stomach, his expression both ferocious and terrifying.

"Buddha...I am Buddha..."

As he watched his life slip away, the monks Huiming and Wusheng clasped their hands together in prayer.

The master and disciple closed their eyes and simultaneously murmured, "Amitabha..."

This heinous sinner, the instigator of all the calamities at Cibei Temple, refused to admit his mistakes until his death.

He is pure evil, which means he is destined never to see the so-called Buddha.

Just like how he spent his whole life trying to create that compassionate face.

Click—

At the very moment Du Ye died, stones from the dome began to fall one after another, sending dust flying everywhere.

Seeing this, Wu Wang narrowed his eyes and said, "Everyone, I'm afraid we have to retreat. This place is about to collapse."

Previously, Du Ye had completely shattered the Black Buddha into countless black silken centipedes. Although Monk Huiming had tried his best to use the Heavenly Dao Cocoon to recall and trap them, the damaged geological structure would not immediately recover on its own.

This underground Buddhist kingdom is truly enormous.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

When a structure begins to crumble over time, a complete and utter collapse will follow.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and then, without prior arrangement, rushed toward the cave entrance.

The monk Huiming picked up Wusheng and left this place of trouble without looking back.

Wusheng turned around on his back and looked behind him, his gaze fixed on Duye and the huge Heavenly Dao worm cocoon. The corpses of insects piled up on the ground were terrifying to behold.

He whispered, "Master, I saw it."

The sound of falling pebbles around him made it difficult for Monk Huiming to hear Wusheng's words, so he did not respond in time.

Wusheng didn't care. He just kept talking to himself: "Those blood people who dragged me in, those people imprisoned in the Buddhist shrine, those people who were made into lotus platforms and cocoons."

"They're all thanking us."

"They say you have done immeasurable good deeds..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huge rocks fell from the dome, and the surrounding rock layers began to collapse.

Everyone was on tenterhooks.

If you finally manage to clear a dungeon, only to be buried alive deep underground and die, that would be truly frustrating!

Fortunately, the players all had pretty good escape methods, and they even helped Huiming the monk and Wusheng escape quickly as well.

When they emerged from those flesh-and-blood steps and saw the morning light streaming in through the windows and cracks in the doors of the library, the relief of surviving a catastrophe filled everyone's faces with uncontainable joy.

Wu Wang did not stop, but kept running forward.

Wu Xiaoyou followed him and ran towards the outside of the Sutra Repository, even turning back to say, "Why did you stop? The collapse of the Buddhist kingdom is a top-down process!"

Upon hearing this, everyone finally realized what was happening.

Before the smile on his face could even fade, he hurriedly stepped out of the Sutra Repository.

A moment later, the monk Huiming and Wusheng stood in the distance and watched as the Sutra Repository, which had stood there as long as they could remember and seemed to never fall, slowly sank into the ground.

The expressions on the faces of both master and apprentice were somewhat complicated.

The building that housed countless scriptures made of human skin was like a demon-suppressing tower, forever burying and suppressing the untold bloodshed and sins, as well as the underground Buddhist kingdom that never saw the light of day.

Duye created the Buddhist kingdom, but he also destroyed it.

Everything has come to an end.

The ground beneath their feet was still trembling from the collapse beneath the abyss, but the steps of Monk Huiming and Wusheng remained unwavering.

They led the players toward the main entrance, and along the way they saw that the other buildings of the Compassion Temple also looked like they had been hit by an earthquake. Although they did not collapse directly like the Sutra Repository, they were all leaning and the building structures were severely damaged.

"This...it probably won't be fixed anytime soon, right?"

Passion Fruit spoke with mixed feelings.

The monk Huiming looked back at the place where he had spent most of his life, patted Wusheng's head and laughed, "If it can't be fixed, then there's no need to fix it."

"After I have distributed all the storybooks I mentioned earlier, I will take Wusheng to travel the world, cultivate myself in this mortal world, and spread the Dharma through my own practice."

"As for those fellow disciples..."

"Whether they return to secular life or go to another temple, let them do as they please."

The death of Jin Chan completely extinguished the power of the vows in this place, and even the blackness in the eyes of the monk Huiming faded away.

The unusual rules and phenomena in Cibei Temple disappeared, and the monks returned to normal.

At this moment, they all thought it was an earthquake and were fleeing outside, but they were all carrying large bags and small bags. It was probably because they had sobered up a lot after being beaten up yesterday and seeing the monster-like appearance of Abbot Kongbei. They had packed their luggage overnight.

This departure likely means they have no intention of returning.

"It's such a pity that such a large temple was destroyed," Fortress remarked with some emotion.

As someone who had studied the local religious culture for some time, he was well aware of how rare a temple of this scale was in history.

Upon hearing this, the monk Huiming smiled, looked into the distance, and said:

"It's alright, wherever this humble monk and Wusheng go, they will be temples of compassion."

"What was destroyed was the building itself, but what stands up is the legacy."

"Esteemed benefactors, please descend the mountain."

By this time, players had already received system notifications from the game "Spirit Disaster".

Main Quest: Stay at the Compassion Temple for seven days (Completed)

Side Quest 1: Unravel the Abbot's Secret (Completed)

Side Quest 2: Find the source of the anomaly in Compassion Temple (Completed)

Side Quest 3: Become a Buddha for All Beings in the Compassionate Temple (Incomplete)

Since the source of the anomalies in this area has been eliminated, the main quest of staying there for seven days is naturally meaningless.

The game "Spirit Disaster" immediately announced the end of the instance.

Players can now return to reality at any time.

"It's alright, let's rest for a bit before we go." Ruoshui stretched and sighed, "These past few days have really been exhausting."

The other players nodded in agreement.

The Compassion Temple instance is different from previous instances that were straightforward or where every story was traceable.

The clues here are pitifully scarce. Whether it's the secret of crossing over to the underworld or the ego of Monk Huiming, all these questions require players to make extensive deductions. If it weren't for Boss Wei and Sister Hua on this trip, they would probably all have perished here.

Listening to the players' various summaries of the dungeon, Wu Xiaoyou felt a little ashamed.

Her gaze shifted to Wu Wang, who was standing at the mountain gate carving something with his black dragon tooth blade, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

These people seem completely unaware—

If it weren't for my younger brother, we wouldn't have needed to confront Du Ye at all...

The mandala stone gate and the black-eyed obsession alone would have prevented them from passing through so quickly without Wu Wang's intervention.

It's normal for everyone to spend a few days grinding in the dungeon. At most, they'll just face more unusual rules and the daily torment of the five blunt servants in the guild.

After all, the main quest of this instance begins with living there for seven days, indicating that the game's mechanics do not believe that the big boss, Duye, can be eliminated.

For a normal player in the Necropolis, just surviving for seven days would be an exhausting task.

The current variables are entirely due to Wu's death.

"Master Wei, what are you carving?" Jinxin asked as she walked to the door.

Wu Wang said with a hint of anticipation, "I just want to see if there is any concrete connection between this place and reality, and leave a mark."

Although the fortress clearly stated from the beginning that there is no temple of the scale of the Compassion Temple in the dungeon near Yunzhou City, it means that this place is probably not very related to reality, and may just be a dungeon entrance.

But Wu Wang always felt that things were not that simple.

Before we entered, the border troops had said that this instance had already failed several times when it was discovered, but the instance had never actually appeared in reality.

Otherwise, by the time we arrived, this deep mountain in the real world would probably have been used as a nest by the cicadas.

Why does this abnormal situation occur?

Wu Wang was a little confused, so he decided to try leaving a mark for the time being.

After carving a tongue twister on the lintel, he returned to Monk Huiming, quietly pulled him aside, and asked:

"Hey buddy, did your storybook have any mention of us?"

Upon hearing this, Abbot Huiming replied matter-of-factly, “Of course, how could I forget you all for helping Cibei Temple deal with the sin of Duye, and for your chivalrous deeds of subduing demons and eliminating evil? Such heroic deeds will be remembered for generations to come.”

Wu Wang nodded in agreement.

He certainly didn't care about the reputation; he just wanted to see if, apart from the physical artifacts like the inscriptions on the door, the story of Cibei Temple, which was very likely to be passed down by word of mouth in the local area, could be preserved.

The underground collapse ended not long afterward.

Everyone had rested enough and was ready to return to reality.

call--

Just then, a chilling, eerie wind swept in from the main gate of Cibei Temple.

In that instant, everyone became alert and almost instinctively took out their weapons from their backpacks.

The pleasant atmosphere that had been bathed in the soft light of dawn vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of oppression that permeated the Cibei Temple.

Even when facing the black Buddha of Duye before, no one had felt such pressure that it was difficult to even breathe, as if the surrounding air was solidified.

It seemed as if some extremely ominous thing was approaching this place.

Wu Wang and Wu Xiaoyou exchanged a glance, both seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

This aura... it feels so familiar!

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, the mug lunged at Ruoshui, who was standing nearby on high alert.

Before anyone could react, a powerful gust of wind swept towards Ruoshui, arriving in front of her in the blink of an eye, and even her skin began to sting.

Fortunately, the mug caught her just in time, and the gust of wind barely grazed her waist before flying towards the top of a side hall behind her.

However, the moment it hit the top of the side hall, the gale seemed to pass through without any obstruction, flying all the way to the far horizon before it became imperceptible.

boom--

The next second, the entire roof of the side hall slid down at an angle, like a piece of tofu that had been cut off, and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

This clearly demonstrates the terrifying sharpness of that gale; if it had struck the players, their upper and lower bodies would have been instantly separated.

Ruoshui couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

She almost died without knowing why!

"hiss……"

The mug was still pressing down on her, making it seem like she couldn't stand up, and an unbearable pain appeared on her face.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that his entire left arm had vanished.

The cross-section of the wound was so smooth it was despairing; the exposed bone and flesh made Ruoshui panic instantly.

"Little Ma! Fruit, quickly treat him!"

Passion Fruit immediately pulled out a bandage-like prop and rushed over to pick up the severed hand from the mug and fix it back on.

While it may not be possible to fully recover immediately, it can at least heal a little to facilitate subsequent treatment.

Just as she bent down to pick up the severed arm, Wu Xiaoyou's figure appeared in front of her instantly.

Its six wings stood before it like a shield, deeply embedded in the ground as if defending against something.

boom--

Immediately afterwards, a strong gust of wind slashed down on the six wings again, stirring up a whirlwind that sent Wu Xiaoyou staggering back several steps before she could barely stop.

Under her protection, Passion Fruit successfully picked up the broken hand of the mug and began to treat it.

Ruoshui quickly got up from the ground and stood back-to-back with Jinxin and Baobao, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

To this day, they still haven't figured out where the attack came from!

This is absolutely bizarre!

Fortress, her left eye slightly closed and her expression pained, gasped as she addressed the group, "Everyone... the anomaly index around here has skyrocketed beyond my ability to monitor. Could it be that Du Ye can be resurrected?!"

Upon hearing this, without waiting for others to consider its possibility, [the speaker]...

Wu Wang interrupted, saying, "Du Ye isn't that awesome."

Having said that, he immediately raised the elemental gun he had been charging up for a while and pulled the trigger toward another mountain peak in the distance.

call out--

A blazing fire element laser beam instantly crossed the space between the two mountains.

The intense heat, enough to penetrate the ground, melted a small gap in the mountaintop to everyone's astonishment.

Wu Wang squinted and said, "Huiming, quickly take Wusheng down the mountain, don't look back, the sooner the better."

"The others should also immediately exit the instance and return to reality. This guy is not someone you can handle."

These words stunned all the players.

Jinxin looked in the direction of the attack and saw a blurry figure standing there.

Upon hearing Wu Wang's words, he subconsciously asked, "Boss Wei, do you know this person?"

In response, Wu Wang crossed his elemental spear and the Alatreon Tooth Blade to parry, ready to attack or defend at any moment, and grinned:

"Yes, I know him, but unfortunately..."

"He is not an old friend, and there is no room for negotiation."

As the dust settled, the blurry figures gradually revealed their true forms.

Wrapped in black strips of cloth that fluttered like a trench coat atop the mountain, the figure, who hadn't even burned the other's clothes in the previous attack, stood on the melted mountaintop, wielding a giant scythe. The gale generated by the scythe also shaved the surrounding mountains.

That wasn't a deliberate attack at all; it was just him casually swinging the scythe a couple of times!

The white crying mask on his face was also extremely eerie, and it seemed that staring at it for too long would make one feel dizzy.

Twisted Child! Crying Monster!

Beyond the mountain lies the enemy! (End of Chapter)