The students’ discussion grew increasingly heated, as if they weren't at the school gate but rather on the Wannian Platform, guiding Great Wei toward a more brilliant future with their spirited debate.
The debate only ended when Yin Yang’s grilled sausages were completely sold out.
After bidding everyone farewell, Yin Yang rode his electric tricycle back home.
If war really does break out, I must find a way to get involved.
In the midst of a massive military encirclement, it’s hard for a low-Sequence individual to survive. Being a soldier or a commoner would be very dangerous.
But during wartime, any special status will definitely go through layers of vetting. Is there a way to sneak in?
It might be difficult, but I can try using money to pave the way.
Various thoughts drifted through Yin Yang’s mind, but as he was thinking, the wound on his abdomen began to throb with pain once more.
Yin Yang slammed on the brakes as an uncontrollable killing intent surged within him.
He felt his liver; someone was harming it!
Calm down!
Calm down!
Yin Yang took several deep breaths, trying to settle his emotions, but it was completely useless.
Something is wrong!
No matter how angry I am, I shouldn’t be losing my mind like this, wanting to go on a killing spree!
Something has happened to me!
Yin Yang suddenly snapped to his senses. Forcing down the killing intent, he rushed back to his residence.
As soon as the rolling shutter door was lowered, the four ghosts emerged.
The lantern-carrying ghost shrank in size and opened its umbrella, shielding Yin Yang within its shadow.
The blade-wielding ghost and the Headless Ghost guarded him on either side, while the Red-Haired Ghost’s form gradually faded. It reappeared on the rooftop, patrolling the surroundings.
Yin Yang fully activated his Perception, but he found nothing.
What is going on?
Yin Yang frowned deeply. His body showed no abnormalities, and there was no parasitic entity in his consciousness.
Where is it?
Yin Yang’s eyes began to bloodshot, and he gradually started to lose control over the killing intent in his heart.
He wanted to rush recklessly to the Lyu family estate right now, kill everyone in sight, and take back his liver!
But that was impossible! The Lyu family was powerful. With Yin Yang’s current strength, he would be dead for sure if he charged in blindly!
He wasn't an impulsive person. How could he have such a crazy thought?
Yin Yang pushed his Perception to its limit. Finally, he sensed something and his consciousness entered the Divine Kingdom.
Not much had changed in the Divine Kingdom, except the number of big-headed matchstick men had increased significantly.
There were also many more buildings. When they saw Yin Yang, they became very excited, desperately wanting to communicate with him.
However, Yin Yang couldn't communicate with them. His physical body was too far away; although he could perceive them, he couldn't interact directly.
He searched the entire Divine Kingdom but found no issues. Frowning, he tried to activate his Perception again.
Hum—!
The entire Divine Kingdom began to fluctuate. In the next moment, Yin Yang felt a series of suction forces coming from beneath his feet.
Looking down, he saw the once colorful ground had turned into a black-red vortex.
Whoosh!
He was sucked into the vortex. His head spun as his body felt incredibly heavy, to the point where he couldn't even open his eyes.
This feeling was terrifyingly familiar!
Muddled voices echoed incessantly in his ears—a cacophony of sounds, as if tens of thousands of people were whispering at once, making it impossible to understand what they were trying to say.
“Shut up!”
Yin Yang finally managed to speak.
His voice was hoarse and solemn.
The surrounding voices instantly fell silent, only to become even more frenzied a moment later.
Initially, the sounds were blurry, but they gradually grew louder.
As the voices intensified, Yin Yang felt a surge of power enter his body. He finally had the strength to open his eyes and see what was before him.
An endless sea of people.
On the ground and in the sky, there were tiny people everywhere!
They weren't like the matchstick men; these were people whose very appearance suggested they were not to be trifled with!
They were organized in columns, arranged like an army.
At this moment, they were all looking at Yin Yang with fanaticism, shouting in a language he didn't understand.
Among them, several leaders stood not far away, looking up at him with tears in their eyes.
Yin Yang wanted to ask who they were, but he found himself unable to speak again. He could only watch as these little people continuously bowed and performed sacrificial rituals.
Finally, he realized it wasn't that they were small—it was that he had become a giant!
Clouds drifted before his eyes, and his feet rested upon the earth.
And this was while he was sitting. If he were to stand up, not even the sky could contain him.
The little people in front of him seemed to sense that Yin Yang was not in a good state, and their roars grew louder.
They were trying to communicate with Yin Yang, but their voices were too small.
Buzz—!
The sky began to turn red, then gradually became multicolored.
Countless colored little people surrounded them from all directions, fighting and slaughtering the black little people.
The little people near Yin Yang instantly stood in front of him, clearly intending to protect him, while roaring with all their might.
This time, they used Words of Command, and Yin Yang understood one sentence.
【What you see are all illusions!】
【True God!】
【You must wake up!】
【They are slaughtering your people!】
【We need you!】
【There is no more time!】
Yin Yang suddenly snapped awake!
Beside him, the two ghosts had bloodshot eyes, their killing intent reaching the heavens!
The blade in the blade-wielding ghost’s hand was humming, as if it couldn't wait to drink the blood of its enemies.
It wasn't an illusion. They felt it too!
What is going on?
Yin Yang felt a bit dizzy, a sensation he only experienced after excessive mental exertion.
But it didn't make sense. He hadn't been thinking about much just now, had he?
Sensing something was wrong, Yin Yang returned to the Divine Kingdom to activate his Perception again.
But this time, the black-red vortex did not appear.
What is happening?
Where exactly did things go wrong?
Is it a side effect of the potion?
The promotion potion was also called a magic potion.
Since it carried the word 'magic,' there was naturally a reason for it.
Many pathways suffered from strange influences after consuming a potion, and the further one advanced, the greater the influence became.
But the problem was that Yin Yang was only Sequence 7, which was still considered a low Sequence.
He forcibly suppressed his killing intent and tightly gripped the Substitute Life Doll in his hand.
He had made this using Li Jianwen. Back in Huanggang, he had even transferred the parasitic Thousand-Eyed Evil God’s eyeball onto it.
This had given it a hint of an eerie aura. Yin Yang always kept it on him, using it as a keychain.
“There’s no time to waste. I must speed up my advancement to Sequence 6!”
...
Central City.
Great Wei Library.
A tall young man held a book in one hand, frowning slightly as he read its contents.
Not far behind him, a silver-haired elder in a black suit stood quietly.
Some students who came to the library to read subconsciously stole glances at them. They felt the young man must be a scion of a prominent family, as the person behind him looked exactly like a butler.
Just as they were speculating about his identity, they heard a surprised shout.
“What the heck? Nine hundred and eighty for two books? Are you people robbing me?”
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a little fatty standing at the checkout counter, complaining while taking out money.
“If it weren't for my buddy wanting to read, would I be such a sucker?!”
A breeze blew past, and a ginkgo leaf pendant on his necklace swayed slightly.
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