2671 A foreign guest from the Haotian plane (1)
Within the chaotic flow of the void, a figure flashed and appeared. It was precisely Tang Zhen who was hurrying on his way.
Traveling through the void turbulence required a wealth of experience, and at the same time, sufficient patience.
Every step here was filled with danger. Whether it was the void behemoths or the various undercurrents, they were all enough to make travelers pay a heavy price.
Anyone who dared to use the void Walker would have plenty of means to protect themselves. After all, this was a true forbidden zone for life.
Tang Zhen paused in the air for a moment. After adjusting the direction he was heading in using the coordinates, he continued to advance in a semi-energetic form.
There was no direction, no sound, and no light in the void. If one didn’t even have plane coordinates, one could only wander aimlessly.
For those with weak will, traveling in the void was a torture, and it wouldn’t take long for them to go completely crazy.
In the endless void, one could occasionally see the projection of consciousness that had mistakenly entered the void. Because of their weak mental strength, they could not stay for a long time.
The vast majority of consciousness projections entered the void in a state of unconsciousness or sleep, and they would never know that they had entered the void in a higher dimension.
After all, one could not sense anything in the void. Who could be sure that they had been there before?
If they were unlucky and were captured by the evil existence in the void, they would suffer a series of disasters.
Many of the unlucky ones who were possessed by demons projected their consciousness into the void and were then captured by the demons to take over their bodies.
Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Tang Zhen. Even if he occasionally encountered a consciousness projection, he would choose to ignore it.
This was not the first time that Tang Zhen was hurrying through the void. He knew what he should not do and would even deliberately avoid dangerous places.
Even though he was a creator, he did not dare to underestimate the vast void. Otherwise, he would have to pay a heavy price.
The destination of this trip was a high-energy plane. Not only was there a temporary clone of the Godking, but it was also a treasure-hunting place for many cultivators in the city.
According to the information, this plane was called the great Haotian world, and there were many subsidiary small worlds beside it.
If one wanted to enter the great Haotian world, one had to enter through the subsidiary small world, and there were many restrictions.
At the same time, the information mentioned that it was best not to use the skills of cultivators in this world, or it would be easy to be detected by native cultivators.
Once they were exposed, a special hunting team would appear to hunt and kill Lou Cheng’s cultivators.
The reason for this was that the cultivators of Lou Cheng had sneaked in many times, causing great losses to this plane.
Therefore, the world of vast heaven issued an order that once they found traces of cultivators in loucheng, they had to report it, and anyone could kill them to receive a reward.
None of the cultivators in loucheng who could enter the world of great Haotian were weak, so this wanted order was basically just for show. Ordinary people could not find the traces of cultivators in loucheng at all.
In order to better disguise himself and complete his mission, Tang Zhen had once carefully studied the cultivation system of the Haotian plane and discovered that this was a world where various strange gods existed.
It was similar to the Sorcerer world, but there were many places that were completely different. In short, it was extremely chaotic.
The strength of cultivators was closely related to their respective beliefs, and they fought and repelled each other.
In addition to all kinds of mysterious cultivation systems, the most mainstream cultivation method in this world was to pursue the ultimate power.
When one’s strength reached its limit, all kinds of additional states would appear, which would double the combat power of the cultivator.
This seemingly simple and crude way of cultivation was very suitable for killing on the battlefield. Therefore, the combat power of the cultivators of the Haotian plane could not be underestimated.
Battles where one could shatter mountains with a punch and break rivers with a stomp would occasionally occur in this world.
In addition, due to the suppression of the world’s laws, the Masters of creation couldn’t enter with their true bodies. Otherwise, they would turn into mobile natural disasters and trigger all kinds of disasters.
Under such circumstances, how could he move stealthily and steal the origin Energy?
Therefore, Tang Zhen could not enter with his true body. Otherwise, he would be discovered and then be resisted by the origin intent and native cultivators.
The only way was to send out a consciousness clone and sneak into this world without a sound.
The strength of the consciousness of the clone couldn’t be too strong, or it would still be detected, and then it would be hunted down by the native cultivators.
During the journey, Tang Zhen had already analyzed the possible situations they might encounter and formulated a detailed infiltration plan.
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In a slum, Hawk suddenly opened his eyes.
His tired and listless eyes were bloodshot. His eyelids seemed to be supported by an invisible force, and he couldn’t close them even if he wanted to.
Hawk, who had just finished his night shift, felt as if his body had fallen apart, and he would fall asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
In such a state, Hawk’s eyes were weirdly wide open, which was obviously not right.
Unfortunately, there was no one at home. No one knew what happened to Hawk at this time, and he was like a puppet being manipulated at will.
He walked under the bed, his eyes listless as he fiddled with something, his soul wandering the entire time.
Fortunately, he didn’t know what he was doing. Otherwise, he would be trembling in fear and then kneel down to pray to the God he believed in.
It turned out that he was holding a basin of water in his hand. It was filled with the well water that he had collected last night, and it was shimmering with a cold light that made people panic.
A low voice rang in his ears, as if it was a strange sound that came from a deep nightmare that he could not shake off.
Hawk’s lips curled into a strange smile. He then put the basin on the table and stuck his face to it.
Then, he bent over at a 90-degree angle and soaked his face in the basin of water. He did not move at all throughout the entire process.
There were bubbles in the water, and the blood vessels under his skin were obviously bulging, but Hawk was like a clay sculpture, not moving an inch.
Time slowly passed. After a full 10 minutes, the still water basin suddenly rippled.
Then, Hawk suddenly got up and knocked over the basin full of water, making a muffled sound on the floor.
“Bang Bang Bang!”
There was a knock on the door, followed by the cursing of a landlord, warning Hawk to be careful.
If there was a next time, he would kick Hawk out.
“Don’t worry, there won’t be a next time!”
Hawk’s voice rang out. His tone was a little strange, but the landlord outside couldn’t tell at all.
He cursed again, then closed his mouth and went back to the eaves to smoke his water pipe.
Hawk’s body was stiff in the room. His heels were off the ground, and the tips of his toes were raised in a strange way.
His wet hair stuck to his head, and water droplets were dripping down his chin. His bloodshot eyes were now strangely rolling upwards.
He could not see any other color, only a deathly white.
At this moment, Hawk looked like a body that had just drowned, but he was still standing in a strange posture in the water.
It was as if an invisible thread was pulling him up, but he did not leave the ground.
After a long while, Hawk’s body twisted and twitched as if he was having a spasm.
A mouthful of dirty liquid spurted out of Hawk’s mouth, and his arms kept waving around exaggeratedly.
After another minute or so, the twitching and struggling slowly stopped. Hawk’s head drooped down to his chest like a rag doll whose bones had been removed.
“Drip drip drip drip.”
The sound of water falling on the floor was heard. In this narrow and dilapidated apartment, it seemed unusually ethereal and strange.
“Shua shua shua”
Soon, there was a subtle groan, and Hawk, who was like a deflated ball, actually slowly raised his head, and an evil smile appeared on his pale face.
Haotian plane, I’m here, hehe.
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