Chapter 247 Rule Walker

Yan Jiu has always believed that his greatest ability is good luck.

Not only did he survive the shipwreck that should have killed him, he also gained the favor of the White God.

Later, he did a series of wrong things out of arrogance and ignorance, but was tolerated and forgiven by the merciful God Yao.

He narrowly escaped death several times, but luckily he survived every time.

People of the same generation died one by one, including some with extraordinary talents, and they were all swallowed up by the sea of ​​time. On the contrary, I, who had no talent, became an extraordinary person by accident and saw the vast world above the water.

Before he was thirty-seven, Yan had been in spring for a long time, with beautiful weather and smooth sailing. He thought he could continue to grow tenaciously and nothing could defeat him.

At the age of fifty-one, Yan Jiu lost his left eye and entered summer.

He saw the ups and downs of life, and only by having a firm belief can one not lose his way. He realized that Yao not only represented strength, but also brought confidence and hope to all the weak.

At the age of 101, Shiohisa fought a battle with the Black Water Strider, his right arm was destroyed, and he arrived in autumn.

He could clearly feel that his body was declining uncontrollably, but his strength had reached its peak. That was the reward for his faith and persistence. Yan Jiu showed everyone the fruitful results of his practice, so that they would not be scared off by difficulties and continue to challenge the limits of human beings.

At the age of 142, Yan Jiu is in the cold winter.

Unprecedented weakness surrounded his old body. No matter how perfect the craftsmanship of the dwarf craftsmen was, it could not prevent the decay and stiffness of the flesh.

He faced death calmly.

Because Yan Jiu knew that he had tried his best.

His consciousness became increasingly blurred. Suddenly, Yan Jiu felt himself flying, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a desert.

Large patches of clouds are wandering over the sand dunes, as if this is a secret place in the sky.

A voice came to my ear.

"God is giving you a chance. If you are willing, you can ascend the [Running Cloud Platform] and become a Cloud Monk, or [Enter the Sand Road] and become a Sand Walker."

"These two wonders can give you a brand new body and a fresh start, but they also come at a price."

Yanjiu narrowed his eyes hard.

Standing in the front is Miss Isabel, the Apostle.

A hundred years have passed, but she remains unchanged and maintains her youthful and beautiful appearance.

The gods bestowed their blessings once again.

Yan Jiu felt a little nervous.

"Thank you very much, Master Yaoshen... ahem, ahem..."

"Choose."

Isabel said softly: "Your body can't hold on for much longer. Whether it's a ghost, a cloud monk, or a sand walker, you can choose..."

"It's just that the Cloud Monk and the Sand Walker are forms that no one from the Yao Clan has ever set foot in. You must be mentally prepared, as you may encounter difficulties that you have never encountered before."

Yanjiu staggered and finally stepped onto the sandy road.

He did not choose to go to Yuntai, because Yan Jiu wanted to go back to the world where he was born and grew up, and once he became a Huayun monk, he would not be able to leave this desolate country of sand.

The path into the sand is a spiral staircase that looks as fragile as a castle in the air, but it stands quietly and steadily in the storm.

With every step he took, Yan Jiu felt his body reacting in some way, his entire body becoming dry, hard, rough, and sandy.

The flesh and blood gradually collapsed, the bones turned into sand, and the thoughts left the body and lingered on the steps.

Yan Jiu could clearly see that he was being broken down and reshaped.

Just a moment later, he seemed to float to the surface from the suffocating and heavy water, and subconsciously took a deep breath of air, sucking it into his throat along with the yellow sand.

Yan Jiu saw that his body had not changed at all and was still old and thin.

But there are some differences.

Because he could pass through the chest with just a slight touch of his hand.

The Sand Walker, whose entire body has turned into sand, exists based on the sand element.

Yan Jiu no longer felt cold and weak.

Instead, there is a relaxed stability, where the whole body can separate at any time and can easily merge into one.

This wonderful feeling is very novel to Yanjiu.

He jumped lightly onto the sand, like a ball of water hitting the lake, and in an instant became one with the desert, and then a human shape condensed from another place.

Yan Jiu was so excited that he quickly knelt on the ground and piously buried his head in the sand: "Lord Yaoshen, you have once again generously given guidance and grace to your ordinary followers. I cannot describe my gratitude and praise for you."

"I will continue on the path of cultivation, spreading your blessings and mercy until the day this body is destroyed and dissipated."

Isabel nodded slightly to him: "You are the first sand walker of the Yao clan, and also the pathfinder of the Yao clan world. Cherish this hard-won opportunity."

"Another apostle, the monk who knows the guests, will give you guidance."

After saying this, she disappeared without a trace.

The salt is engraved in my heart for a long time.

Next, he began to adapt to his body and abilities.

After becoming a Sand Walker, in addition to retaining [Fire Clothes] and [Avoidance], Shiohisa gained two new abilities.

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【sand】

It is part of the sand.

【Rule Walker】

A stalker in the power of rules has a certain probability of successfully stealthing.

…

Unlike the Yao clan's world, in this desert sea called Yunzhong Temple, Yan Jiu can feel the power of sand.

This power is different from the power of gods. It is more rigid, chaotic and violent. It exists in the world in the form of strange tracks that are invisible to the naked eye.

Yan Jiu was observing the trajectories of the power of rules in the desert, when suddenly a loud voice came from his side.

"Dear guest from afar, Yunzhong Temple welcomes you. I am the receptionist here."

He immediately turned his head and saw a huge fish head. Its eyes, which were very far apart, were staring at him, and its long whiskers extended to both sides. When the fish's mouth opened and closed, it blew dry wind.

The fish head, shaped like a sand dune, is quite friendly.

"It's been a while since I've seen a living sandwalker here. I really miss it... Do you have a lot of confusion?"

The monk in charge of receiving guests showed an enthusiasm that Yan Jiu had never seen before.

It tells Yanjiu about the past and present of this world, tells him how the monk Huayun is erratic and walks alone within the rules, and how the sand walkers dive into the power of rules and ascend to other worlds to collect the fire of faith for the gods.

Only the sound of a wooden fish quieted the chattering monk.

Yan waited for a long time for the voice to end, and then asked the monk in charge of reception: "Excuse me, Master Apostle, if I want to return to the Yao clan world, what should I do?"

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The catfish head raised its long whiskers slightly: "This is not difficult. The Sand Walker can cross the border by ascending."

So the monk in charge of receiving guests taught Yanjiu how the sand walkers in the past crossed the border, ascended along the power of rules, and reached another world.

"But you only get one chance."

The monk in charge of reception warned: "If you fail, you will be locked and bound by the rules and will never be able to ascend again."

"But this is also the best opportunity, because you have just completed the transformation, and the power of rules has little impact on you... Many failed sand walkers wanted to wait until they were fully prepared, but then they were stuck by the rules."

Yan Jiu, who was originally a little hesitant, made up his mind immediately.

Today!

Even if you fail, you have tried your best.

Lord Yaoshen gave me this precious opportunity, probably so that I can move forward.

How could he stop moving forward because of fear of failure? As long as he returned to the Yao Clan world, he would have completed the initial test given by the gods.

Yan Jiu followed what the monk in charge said. When the next wooden fish sounded and the monks appeared one after another, he turned into yellow sand and drilled into the border.

The monk in charge of receiving guests waited for a long time, but Yanjiu did not come back.

The huge catfish couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Success?"

"It has been many years since a sand walker has ascended. He is indeed the one chosen by the gods."

After a moment, it felt that this didn't seem to be a particularly good thing.

I finally found someone to talk to, and we had just gotten to know each other, but the other person ascended to heaven and left.

The whole world became lonely again.

Just as the monk was wandering in the sand, Isabel appeared.

"Where's Shiohisa?"

"Unfortunately, he ascended."

“…”

…

After what seemed like an extremely long wandering, Yan Jiu condensed his body again, and his scattered consciousness shrank into a whole again.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange world.

The sky here is gray and there are many thin lightning bolts crawling in the dark clouds like silver snakes.

There were strange houses standing on the ground. They had wide and thick walls, but were shaped like towers, and a layer of light green fireflies lingered on the surface.

They look more like tombs of the dead than residences of the living.

After successfully ascending, Yan Jiu felt that he had become much stronger.

Unfortunately, he was unable to return to his hometown, but drifted to an unknown world under the power of rules.

Just as Yan Jiu was looking around, a monster emerged from under the stone house. It had a human form, but it crawled on the ground using all four limbs, roaring like a wild beast.

In the face of the enemy, the salt turned into sand and merged into the soil, disappearing without a trace.

Two years later.

Yan Jiu finally gained some understanding of this world.

This place is called the [Ghost Realm], a world of the dead. Living on this continent are a group of humans called the [Funeral Tribe]. They can create [Black Tombstones], which are the tombs that Yan Jiu saw.

The black tombstone can accommodate many ghosts. They live in the tombstone and can control the tombstone to spray out green [ghost fire].

Multi-layered black tombstones can also give birth to ghouls—humanoid monsters like the one that attacked him the first time.

The god that rules here is called [Ghost God], and his power is unfathomable.

The salt turns into sand over time, secretly observing the ghost world.

He knew that the ghost god might have discovered him.

With my own abilities, I can't hide anything from a god.

Instead of hiding, it is better to show up openly. He must find a way to gain a foothold in this world and make a name for himself, so that he can survive. Otherwise, no one will care about what he says.

Yanjiu's body condensed in front of a three-story black tombstone.

Outside the tombstone, three zombies were gnawing on a pile of dead fish on the ground.

Upon discovering the intruder, half of a giant skull emerged from the black tombstone, with ghost lights flickering in the dark eye sockets, and the zombies rushed towards him, roaring.

This time Yanjiu did not retreat.

The old man simply raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and whispered in the Yao language: "Yancheng Yanjiu, please teach me."

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(End of this chapter)