Chapter 1 Don't Be Noisy, Old Man

"Old man, don't be so noisy," Xiahou Aotian said, scolding the ring's old grandpa while lowering his head.

Now that he was a high-ranking Overlord, and controlled rule-based props, and had many other methods at his disposal, he was crushing the peak-era Qin Dynasty exorcist, both in terms of position and strength.

There is no distinction between young and old in learning; those who are accomplished come first. This sentence means that if I am better than you, I can show off.

The Scholar profession believes in this.

"Although your version is outdated, your experience and vision are still valuable," Xiahou Aotian said, "Defeating a demigod with the great protagonist is a resume you can brag about for the rest of your career."

The Qin Dynasty exorcist was furious: "Vision and experience are worthless in the face of absolute strength and can be broken with a laugh. You fool, you can be blindly confident in yourself, but why are you also blindly confident in me?"

As he spoke, Xiahou Aotian felt that the single-pass Knight had been silent for a long time, so he turned his head to look and his expression changed drastically.

He saw that Zhai Cai's face was pale, his eyelashes were covered in white frost, and his lips were black, already frozen into an ice corpse.

Seeing this, Xiahou Aotian quickly opened his inventory and took out a dark red coat, draping it over Zhai Cai's body.

A dark red light lit up, bringing warmth, and white smoke rose from Zhai Cai's body. After a dozen seconds, his eyeballs turned, and then his stiff expression became vivid.

Zhai Cai, who had come back to life, rubbed his hands hard, his lips trembling: "So cold, so cold."

Xiahou Aotian said unhappily: "You are a Knight whose endurance and physique are second only to earth monsters, yet you are weaker than a Scholar like me?"

An eighth-level Knight's resistance to cold is actually inferior to a Scholar's!

Zhai Cai shrank his neck and said, "Damn it, there's something wrong with the wind and snow here. I just thought it was so cold, I might as well freeze to death, and I almost did..."

The ring's old grandpa immediately conveyed a serious mental fluctuation: "You are in an illusion. What you think in your heart will become reality. The colder you feel, the more the cold will kill you. If you think you are frozen to death, then you are really dead."

Xiahou Aotian suddenly understood.

When he first entered the dungeon, he also felt very cold, and it was getting colder and colder, with a stinging feeling like cold icy rain slapping his face, especially when he was competing with Zhai Cai.

Later, his attention was attracted by the ring's old grandpa, and he didn't care about the cold, so his body was no longer cold.

On the other hand, the single-pass Knight, with no one paying attention to him, easily overthinks.

Zhai Cai quickly restrained his thoughts, forcing himself not to think about anything related to the cold.

But feeling the continuous warmth from the dark red coat, he felt a little strange.

The coat Xiahou Aotian gave him was just a Saint-level prop, yet it could resist the ice and snow world created by a Phantom God?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the coat was covered with hard ice, completely damaged and unable to emit warmth.

"Crap!"

He couldn't think of anything negative or detrimental to himself. Zhai Cai restrained his thoughts again, but at this moment, in his mind...

He once again uncontrollably thought, 'My hands are so cold, I feel like they're going to freeze.'

"Crack!"

A glass-like cracking sound came from Zhai Cai's arm, and then his entire arm hung limply in his sleeve. At the same time, Xiahou Aotian's right leg also made a cracking sound.

The two looked at each other tacitly, understanding each other's encounters without needing to speak, and even more tacitly not mocking each other by saying, "You can't control your brain again."

As a native of the Second District, Xiahou Aotian knew more than Zhai Cai and said in a deep voice, "This is bad. Illusionists can manipulate emotions. The other party is a Phantom God. Whatever he wants us to think, we will inevitably think. There's no point in resisting. So we don't..."

Zhai Cai forcibly swallowed the words "are doomed," worried that if he said them, he would be finished.

"So Lingjing matched us into this dungeon just to send us to our deaths..." Zhai Cai diverted his attention through conversation, not letting himself overthink.

"How would I know? Maybe... possibly... there are helpers," Xiahou Aotian said.

As soon as he said this, a "crack" sound came from his chest and abdomen.

Zhai Cai's right leg also "crack" sounded.

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

At this moment, strands of hair-like red lines scurried along the white snow, wrapping around Xiahou Aotian and Zhai Cai's arms, thighs, and chests like bandages.

A faint golden light lit up, connecting and restoring the frozen and shattered chest, abdomen, and thighs, restoring the texture of flesh and blood.

The two turned their heads to look. At the end of the red lines was a woman wearing a silver mask, with dense threads extending from under her gorgeous red dress.

It was Palace Master Zhisheng!

Feeling the vitality return to their bodies, the two breathed a sigh of relief. With a strong healer present...

Palace Master Zhisheng stepped on the "creaking" snow and walked to the two, looking disgusted. "Just you two? Lingjing pulled me into this dungeon to deliver heads."

Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian narrowed their eyes and chuckled, "We also want to know why we were brought along to die."

The Qin Dynasty exorcist angrily rebuked. Xiahou Aotian ignored him and analyzed, "This is obviously a multiplayer dungeon. The upper limit of a multiplayer dungeon is six people's strength level. We must have other teammates."

Palace Master Zhisheng thought for a while and said, "Let's solve the immediate problem first. Illusions are born from the heart. We can change them with our own..."

Zhai Cai immediately said, "I suggest thinking in the opposite direction. I'm so hot, I'm so hot..."

He chanted like a mantra, repeating only "I'm so hot." Palace Master Zhisheng and Xiahou Aotian followed along silently in their hearts. After a few seconds, the boundless white snow world

suddenly changed, turning into a golden desert.

The blue sky was cloudless, and a dazzling scorching sun hung in the sky, the air filled with a burning heat.

Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian only felt their mouths dry and their tongues parched, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down. In just a few seconds, they suffered heatstroke from the high temperature,

feeling dizzy and lightheaded, with a feeling of dehydration.

Xiahou Aotian licked his chapped lips, "This, this doesn't seem right. We jumped from an iceberg into a sea of fire."

Zhai Cai staggered, "I feel like I'm going to burn up."

Then, the desert burst into flames, like a sea of fire, and the single-pass Knight of the Theocracy spontaneously combusted.

Jiang Yu'er was furious: "What kind of pig teammates are you two? Don't overthink, don't talk nonsense, quickly put out the fire!"

The two, their skin charred, quickly visualized the snowy scene they had just seen in their minds.

So, the desert, the scorching sun, and the sea of fire disappeared, and the snowfield reappeared, with cold currents and heavy snow and ice pellets slapping their faces.

Zhai Cai and Xiahou Aotian fell to the ground with a "thump," emitting white steam,

and then their charred bodies quickly condensed with white frost.

Jiang Yu'er sighed and flicked two drops of blood into the two semi-charred bodies, healing the burns.

"We're cool, but a little too cool..." Xiahou Aotian and Zhai Cai said weakly.

"That's not right!" Zhai Cai's mind cooled down and said, "We've been in the dungeon for so long, but we haven't thought about resisting. In two encounters with danger, we haven't even used any props."

A vicissitudes of life and deep voice came from a distance, "That's because your fighting spirit has been worn away. If you don't get purified, you will sink in the constantly alternating illusions and eventually die."

The three turned their heads to look and saw a tall, white-haired old man walking slowly, wading through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The old man was half-naked, with tiger and leopard tendons, and his skin was pale gold.

A golden sun was printed on his brow.

"Who is he?" Zhai Cai didn't recognize this old man. Jiang Yu'er and Xiahou Aotian were relieved.

"Now that's more like it. If the big boss is a Phantom God, then we have to have a Night Wanderer who can restrain illusions."

Crimson Sun Enforcer is the Great Elder of the Taiyi Sect, a peak Overlord, the strongest existence under the Lord of the Stars. With him...

Just thinking about this, the two saw a golden scorching sun rising behind Crimson Sun Enforcer's head. The pure and clear sunlight rose in the cold and howling ice and snow. The golden scorching sun was slapped in the face by heavy snow and ice pellets, tottering and on the verge of destruction.

It didn't bring any warmth at all.

It doesn't seem to be of much use with him! The three thought.

At that moment, another golden sun rose not far away, a little brighter than Crimson Sun Enforcer's sun.

The wind and snow faded a lot, and Jiang Yu'er and the other two felt a little warmth, and the chill on their bodies was dispelled.

Their hands and feet were no longer numb.

They and Crimson Sun Enforcer looked in surprise at the direction of the rising sun. A goddess in a feather coat, with a clear and beautiful face, walked barefoot on the snow.

Zhai Cai still didn't recognize the visitor, but the three Overlords of the Second District recognized the identity of this woman at a glance.

The strong woman behind the Celestial Venerable of the Origin, the backer in Lingjing, the Lady of Three Dao Mountain!

Why is she here? The Lady of Three Dao Mountain had a cold and stern expression, and her beautiful eyes swept over the four people and said, "I was teleported here by Lingjing, as a native of the dungeon, to assist the four heroes in eliminating the Heavenly Demon."

She simply stated her identity and mission, without asking the names of the four people, nor asking why there was such a dungeon, and did not mention the struggle between the Lord of the Sun and the Lord of the Stars.

It was unknown whether she was indifferent or already knew.

Two peak Night Wanderers, now we can fight back!

Jiang Yu'er and the others felt like the team was assembled and they could try to push the boss.

Crimson Moon Enforcer, with a golden scorching sun above his head, looked at the distant wind and thunder, and said in a deep voice: "Even with the combined power of you and me, we still cannot dispel the environment."

The Lady of Three Dao Mountain turned her eyes,

sweeping over Jiang Yu'er, Zhai Cai, and Xiahou Aotian, and said lightly: "You have the aura of the Lord of the Sun on you!"

Xiahou Aotian, his fighting spirit restored and his mind calm, opened his inventory,

and took out a porcelain bottle, "Is it this?"

This was a life-saving measure left to them by the Celestial Venerable of the Origin, the blood of the Lord of the Sun, a demigod-level consumable.

The Lady of Three Dao Mountain nodded slightly, raised her hand and took the porcelain bottle, opened the stopper, and two golden blood beads floated out of the narrow bottle mouth, one merged into the scorching sun above her head, and one flew towards the scorching sun above Crimson Sun Enforcer's head.

In an instant, two golden suns burst out with a strong golden light, and the entire snowy world was like being erased by a rubber.

The pencil drawing disappeared bit by bit, revealing the true face of the dungeon.

A dim celestial body hung in the sky, and the earth was barren.

A huge figure occupied half of the sky, overlooking the earth from a high position,

making layered and noisy sounds, "Crimson Sun Enforcer,

you are the Great Elder of the Taiyi Sect, and you should be loyal to the Lord of the Stars. In this peak battle of the Night Wanderer profession,

the Lord of the Stars will surely win. It is not too late for you to return to the camp now."

"The Lord of the Stars has seized the origin of the sun, and you will have the power to leave this planet and go to extraterrestrial civilizations to survive." His voice was male, female, old, and young, intertwined.

Crimson Sun Enforcer was silent.

The Southern School Phantom God coaxed and induced: "Following in the footsteps of the Lord of the Stars is not betraying order. We are the true order, and what we are doing is maintaining order,

eliminating evil."