The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture, Assisting Your Ascension

In the center of the dim hall, a body lay still on the floor, its limbs severed and a dagger plunged into its chest. Blood slowly flowed from the wounds, and its body temperature was gradually disappearing.

Suddenly, the fingertips, which had already gone cold, trembled slightly.

[Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture mental synchronization complete!]

[Time: 427th year of the Moonless Calendar. 14th year of Tianfeng, Zhu State. Lun Que Dao, Chao Zhou Prefecture, Huangshu Mountain, Dagou Village.]

[User Identity: Craftsman at the mill at the east entrance of Dagou Village. Tofu Li, Li Shouyi. Possessions: one donkey. Cultivation aptitude: low. Spirit Root: None.]

[Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture authenticity: 100%. A real-person sandbox game of soul transmigration, seeking immortality, exploring other worlds, virtual tourism, culinary experiences, enjoying life, espionage and scientific research, wilderness survival, rising in rank and getting rich... starting from scratch. Freedom: 100%. Please explore the mysteries of the Immortal Dao world on your own and upload timely synchronizations to the server.]

[Datafied Soul protection program is now activated.]

[Game Sprite activated: "One life to win, helping you live a wonderful second life!"]

[Basic Mission 1: Search for immortal opportunities as soon as possible, absorb spiritual qi resources, activate the Spirit Root shaping function, and embark on the path of cultivation.]

[Friendly Reminder: There are thousands of paths to cultivation, but safety is paramount. You only have one life, so be careful with your disguise. Based on intelligence feedback uploaded by multiple users before their deaths, do not exhibit any abnormal behavior that might arouse suspicion from the original inhabitants around you and get you killed as if you were possessed by an evil spirit.]

Beep—! Beep—!

[Warning! Warning! Unknown Pollution Energy detected invading and cracking the Soul Firewall. Onboard energy is about to run out. Please handle immediately!!]

Continuous warning sounds echoed in his mind, awakening his dormant soul. Chaotic memory fragments flashed and churned wildly, throwing his thoughts into disarray.

A stuffy and noisy street night market, the chatter of passersby and the honking of car horns created a cacophony. Red taillights flashed incessantly, and the air was filled with the aroma of cumin-spiced barbecue and spicy crayfish.

Inside a dimly lit, steamy factory, old, worn-out steam machinery roared deafeningly. Workers in simple clothing, their eyes vacant, numbly pulled products out of the machines.

Transcending the concepts of time and space, the universe's starry sky stretched into colorful abstract lines, rapidly receding past his eyes. Time and space lost meaning at this moment, and everything became indescribable.

In an ordinary living room, a 40-inch TV played a martial arts movie from over a decade ago. A tabby cat leaped gracefully onto the coffee table and lowered its head to lick its paw.

Sci-fi-styled aircraft, like a swarm of bees, filled the sky. In this space-epic-like city, they shuttled rapidly between steel buildings that reached the heavens.

The brick-paved sewer was filled with a foul stench, the kerosene lamp swayed violently, and hurried breaths could be heard nearby. In the darkness, two figures wielded nets and tridents, hunting a small, green-skinned monster that shrieked and fled.

Fingers continuously swiped across the screen, refreshing video after video of scantily clad dancing beauties. Big data, remember me.

A captivating beauty with a seductive figure and sky-blue skin, with eight thick, suction-cup-covered tentacles instead of legs, enthusiastically wrapped herself around him, tightening her grip until he was almost suffocated.

In a dilapidated warehouse, amidst fervent shouts, a burly man with bandaged fists and fine scales on his cheeks, his vertical pupils revealing a bloodthirsty grin, swung a hook punch towards him.

A massive flood of jumbled memory fragments played continuously, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and falsehood. Before he could comprehend any of it, the scene abruptly ended. His thoughts were suddenly overwhelmed by the urgent beeping alarm.

Beep—!—!

[Warning! Unknown Pollution Energy detected invading and cracking the Soul Firewall. Please handle immediately! Otherwise, irreversible consequences will occur... Everything... will be borne by...]

The chaotic memories began to settle, and consciousness regained the upper hand. Yuan Zhu awoke from his unconsciousness.

Cold, trembling.

Who am I? Where am I? Who is Yuan Zhu? Huh... is that me? But I shouldn't be surnamed Su... what was it? Who is Li Shouyi? Chao Zhou Prefecture, Lun Que Dao, Zhu State... what places are these? Why do I have no memory of them at all?

As he recalled and questioned himself, his previously paralyzed thinking ability was reorganized. Yuan Zhu quickly recalled the information about his current body:

Yuan Zhu, 18 years old, high school dropout, orphan, has a half-brother. A legal resident of Running City, a part-time employee of the Fire Fang Cleaning Company. Although he didn't quite understand it, he was sure it had nothing to do with some Li Shouyi from Dagou Village.

So, what kind of hallucination is this [Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture]?

As for the information before transmigration, the harder he tried to recall, the more blurry it became. After struggling to search for a long time, he only remembered Earth, the nine-year compulsory education, graduating from university and mistakenly entering a veterinary medicine company to become a corporate slave... and other useless information.

The more it was related to himself, the more vague and unclear it became.

He tried his best to search his memory, only remembering that his surname was possibly 'Su'? As for his name, was it Su Shi, Su Xun, or Su Zhe? No, that's the wrong knowledge point; those three were from the Song Dynasty, I am... hiss, my head hurts! I can't think about it anymore.

[Warning! Warning!]

The warning sound in his mind rang out again, reawakening Yuan Zhu and forcing him to abandon his recollection of his past life, turning his attention to the present.

As his senses gradually returned to his body, he felt cold, weak, exhausted, in excruciating pain, and a sense of suffocation.

His body felt like it was experiencing sleep paralysis, unable to move an inch. He was completely powerless, as if paralyzed, lying on the wet, cold floor, soaking wet, breathing shallowly and with difficulty, feeling as if he would suffocate and die at any moment. Even moving his finger slightly was a struggle.

Due to extreme weakness, his sense of touch was amplified to an astonishing degree.

He clearly felt a pool of cold liquid seeping through his clothes between his body and the floor, stealing his body heat. He smelled the scent of blood in his nostrils. Combined with the dull ache in his wrists and chest, had someone cut his wrists? And stabbed him in the chest? And arranged him on the floor with his arms spread open in a pose of suffering.

What deep-seated hatred could this be?

His eyes were blindfolded, so he could only hear, not see. Low, inexplicable chanting continued to emanate from all around, from a dense crowd of many people.

So, this wasn't a simple murder case, but more like some kind of dark underground sacrificial ritual. He had passively become the protagonist of the event, the center of attention, then died and resurrected, and now, due to excessive blood loss, he was about to die again from weakness...

What about the promised "one life to win, helping you live a wonderful second life"? Where's the system? The cheat? The Game Sprite? Are you dead or alive, come out and do your job!

The unfamiliar sacrificial prayers continued to enter his ears, and along with the memories of this body emerging, he easily understood these languages.

"Nameless Lord God of Corpse Moon, I have presented the sacrifice, please bestow your grace and blessings... grant me youthful beauty."

"Northern Forest Elf... a fresh and strong virgin body... I offer..."

"Nameless Mist Lord... thirteen hearts... to escape this financial crisis..."

"Wandering Dream Golden King... I offer 100,000 worth of gems and gold, please refill my body with vitality."

The noisy sacrificial prayers continued unabated. Yuan Zhu couldn't understand why these people were begging so many gods simultaneously. Could it be that this body of his was priceless, hiding a great secret, worthy of multiple gods descending to claim their share?

When the rich man's prayer, which included an additional 100,000, rang out, the unknown pollution energy impacting the Soul Firewall instantly became more than ten times as violent. His brain was once again drowned out by a piercing warning.

WARNING! WARNING! Soul Firewall breached, Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture database subjected to unknown pollution tampering, User Security Protocol invalidated... Forced activation... Failed... Insufficient energy, please replenish Spiritual Qi resources as soon as possible. Reboot, failed...

The noise in his head was suppressed by a mysterious force, the voice intermittent and growing weaker.

That mysterious force from the outside (Pollution Energy?) also used the blood on the ground as a conduit, pouring into his limbs and chest through the wounds, injecting vitality into his body and driving away the weakness. The pain began to recede, and a coolness that seeped into his soul arrived.

It was like drinking a bottle of ice-cold cola in a scorching desert – refreshing!

A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the dead corpse. Yuan Zhu felt a long-lost comfort. Even his breathing became strong and powerful, allowing him to take deep breaths.

The feeling of breathing freely was truly comfortable!

However, the good times didn't last long. After only a few seconds of bliss, he heard that unique, sharp explosion in his brain again. The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture staged a second "resurrection" and then took over his entire mind.

WARNING! WARNING! Pollution increasing rapidly, Cultivation Data severely lost... Detecting unknown energy invading host's body and spirit, causing irreversible mutation! Pollution progress 2.3%↑

Detected user's inability to initiate self-rescue, Emergency Avoidance Mode has been activated.

Unable to analyze and compare unknown pollution energy attributes. Unable to acquire Spiritual Qi resources. Unable to load matching Spirit Root for utilization, Soul... Pollution worsening... 7.5%↑

Waves of alarmist threats furiously scrolled across the mental channel, but what could Yuan Zhu do in his comatose state? All he felt at this moment was silken coolness and continuously recovering stamina.

Pollution? Erosion? Mutation?

Completely nonexistent, he couldn't feel any of it! He felt fantastic right now.

Also, Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture, didn't you fail to activate and shut down automatically? Why are you popping up again, and at a louder volume than before!

Yuan Zhu's stamina continued to recover, his body and mind comfortable and joyful, as if he were receiving a deep massage – incredibly satisfying. As for the so-called Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture, he just found it noisy and annoying, not wanting to pay attention to it.

But he wasn't stupid. After being forced to read the string of warning messages, he also fell into suspicion. What if?

What if he really was suffering from some kind of pollution? The comfort was just its numbing and disguise. Unfortunately, he lacked reference information, making it difficult to judge for a moment.

Although the unknown energy that had entered his body brought pleasure and strength, he was indeed in a state of 'suspected sacrifice'...

Could it be that an Evil God had truly descended into this body, tricked his senses, and was frantically giving him a "rescue massage," providing false pleasure while its true objective was to slowly marinate him to perfection in secret?

It was a pity he didn't even have a choice. He could only overthink things in his mind, unable to change anything, and could only endure it silently.