The surrounding environment changed again, bringing Qin Ze back to the original ancient battlefield of gods and demons.
The ball of light had vanished, and a golden spear appeared before Qin Ze.
Qin Ze's gaze was fixed on the golden spear. He could feel the power contained within it, which was stronger than any weapon he had ever seen before.
The spear was covered with ancient patterns, each one exuding a mysterious aura.
Qin Ze reached out and gently touched it, feeling the cold metallic texture.
Without hesitation, he put the golden spear into his spatial ring.
Qin Ze gazed at the numerous orbs of light in the distance, secretly speculating that each orb seemed to contain the legacy of these gods and demons from their previous lives. He wondered, however, which orb contained the Investiture of the Gods that Shen Gongbao spoke of…
Qin Ze continued forward, heading towards the next ball of light.
Qin Ze approached the green orb of light, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation. This time, he had arrived at a completely different scene, as if he had entered another world.
Before me lay a tranquil lake, its waters a jade-green hue, rippling gently in the breeze. In the center of the lake stood an exquisite pavilion, seemingly built specifically for enjoying the lake view.
In the center of the pavilion sat a woman dressed in ancient costume. Her robes were like emerald green leaves, making her as enchanting as a fairy. She held a long zither in her hands, gently plucking the strings to produce melodious music. The notes rippled like water, reflecting on the surface of the lake.
The woman smiled as she looked at Qin Ze, her eyes filled with wisdom and warmth, as if she were a sage with a thousand years of wisdom.
Qin Ze gazed at her, a strange emotion welling up within him. This world was full of mystery; each sphere of light was a different world, each with its own unique scenery and life.
The woman continued playing her zither, her voice clear and melodious, like heavenly music. She smiled and said, "Since you're here, please sit down, have a cup of lake water, and listen to this zither music."
Without hesitation, Qin Ze walked into the pavilion and sat down opposite the woman.
The woman's voice, like a warning from a dream, jolted Qin Ze awake. He nodded, trying to stay alert and no longer be misled by the music.
The woman's gentle zither music rose beside the lake, yet Qin Ze felt an inexplicable pressure. As the music deepened, his surroundings began to change.
His body gradually reverted to its pre-transmigration form, returning to that ordinary world, dressed in ordinary clothes, without any superpowers. It was as if he had returned to the past, to that ordinary time.
This scene felt like traveling through a time tunnel, and Qin Ze was instantly immersed in it. He saw familiar scenes of family, friends, and streets, as if he had returned to the past.
In that original world, Qin Ze's life began a dramatic transformation. He seemed to forget the present and revert to the identity of an ordinary citizen.
Qin Ze's fate underwent a dramatic change. That day, he casually slipped a lottery ticket into his pocket. However, this ticket was destined to alter his life. When he heard that he had won tens of millions in prize money, his eyes lit up instantly, and an indescribable joy welled up inside him.
The tens of millions in prize money freed Qin Ze from the worries of daily life, allowing him to start a new chapter. However, he quickly became ensnared by the allure of money. He began investing in various projects and starting businesses, achieving success time and again. His name became renowned in the business world, and his wealth continued to accumulate, making him a highly regarded entrepreneur.
However, wealth did not satisfy Qin Ze's desires. His life became extravagant, filled with beautiful women and luxury goods. Parties, luxury cars, jewelry, mansions—everything he wanted was readily available. He began to chase after carnal desires and pleasures, losing himself in this world of money and beauty.
His relatives and friends gradually drifted away, and they no longer recognized the once simple and unpretentious Qin Ze.
However, Qin Ze seemed to be trapped by all of this, unable to extricate himself. He was immersed in material enjoyment, seeking new stimulation every day, unable to stop and reflect on his life trajectory.
His heart gradually went astray, and he became a slave to money and pleasure. Through years of struggle, he seemed to have become a different person.
Under the lights of the business club, Qin Ze sat in a luxurious private room, surrounded by a group of friends and beautiful women. This was a world filled with money and pleasure, yet Qin Ze felt an inexplicable emptiness. His friends had dragged him to this place to celebrate the successful completion of a major transaction for Qin Ze's company, but he had already lost interest in it all.
Just then, the program playing on television caught Qin Ze's attention. Scenes from the Investiture of the Gods were playing on the screen, with numerous gods and monsters from mythology vividly portraying their stories. These stories seemed like a key, unlocking long-sealed memories within Qin Ze's heart.
His friend noticed his unusual behavior and asked curiously, "What's wrong, Qin Ze? You seem a bit off."
Qin Ze smiled faintly, his eyes lingering on the television screen for a moment as memories flooded his mind. He quietly replied, "The dream is over, I should go back now."
This statement surprised everyone, and their friends all looked at them with puzzled expressions.
As his consciousness gradually faded into darkness, he returned to the pavilion once more.
The woman's music was melodious and ethereal, like a gentle breeze rippling across a lake. Gradually, Qin Ze regained his senses. He felt as if his body had been freed from its restraints and returned to reality.
The woman's eyes were gentle and appreciative, and her smile was like a spring breeze as she said, "You have passed the test and bravely returned."
Suddenly, the pavilion in the lake began to gradually disappear, and the green orb of light also quietly faded away. Where the orb of light had left its mark, an ancient zither appeared before Qin Ze's eyes.
The guqin emitted a faint glow, as if it possessed its own life. Qin Ze reached out and gently stroked the strings; the music, like a babbling brook, echoed in his ears.
Qin Ze looked the zither back and forth, feeling that this zither seemed a little different from the golden spear he had just received.
Just as Qin Ze was gently stroking it, the guqin suddenly flashed with light, and a sound came from inside.
"Stop touching me..."
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