Split Your Soul Open

After making a startling statement, Zheng Zhan concealed his achievements and fame, leaving the simulation Yugi almost without saying goodbye, just as the countdown reached zero.

From an outsider's perspective, the engravings and skull on Zheng Zhan's fingernails had all disappeared, and he was lost in a deep daze. A little blood seeped through the white cloth wrapped around his eyes, and then his figure collapsed onto the coffin lid with a thud.

"What happened?" Carlos asked in surprise. "How come the character turned out like this after we left?"

"Impossible." Lin Ye glanced at Zheng Zhan's body and replied, "As an outsider, he didn't participate in the timeline convergence, which clearly means he abandoned this role. After he left, this role should be considered dead, right?"

Zheng Zhan spoke to Yu Xing in a low voice, and those around him could only vaguely hear their conversation. Even so, his mission had been made public to everyone. Now that he had suddenly collapsed, Yu Xing, who was closest to him, did not show any surprise. Lin could naturally deduce that Zheng Zhan had already left.

That's really efficient.

Yu Xing's only surprise was Zheng Zhan's guild. However, from another perspective, since Shenye is the number one ranked guild, it's reasonable for him to encounter individual members of the Midnight Guild in the simulation.

Zheng Zhan's strength was a bit weaker than Yu Xing had imagined, so he probably wasn't a high-ranking member of the guild. But that set of engraved offerings seemed quite rare, so perhaps Zheng Zhan was being groomed by the guild.

"He doesn't want this role anymore, so we don't need to bother with him, right? San, come and look, this should be the coffin of the demon daoist." Carlos tapped on a somewhat unusual coffin in front of him, and casually drove a nail into the restless coffin behind him.

The coffin in front of them was completely black, looking much like the black coffins in the ancestral hall. It was located in the very center of about a hundred coffins, with eighty-one nails driven into it and countless vengeful ghosts and spirits painted on it. Just its appearance alone was enough to distinguish it from the coffins around it.

"This is my goal." Yu Fengchen had been quietly watching them for a while, suddenly spoke up, subtly preventing Carlos from having any further contact with the coffin.

"Tsk, I'm not going to steal it from you." Carlos retreated, bored. He had a premonition that if he didn't get away from the coffin, Chen would pick him up and throw him out.

It's strange, the coffin was suppressed by the long nails contributed by the heavy teammates, so it didn't cause any trouble. Why didn't the demon daoist come back to protect the house when it was about to be stolen?

They didn't even show their faces, as if they didn't care about their own coffins at all. No matter what, this place must hold secrets related to demon daoist, right?

Having grasped the key point, Carlos moved step by step to Yu Xing's side, roughly threw the unconscious Zheng Zhan's body into the air, and asked the question in a low voice.

"It's not that the demon daoist didn't want to come," Yu Xing replied while continuing to search for the black coffin mixed in with the others, "It's that she dared not come."

"You wouldn't dare?" Carlos paused for a moment, then realized, "He's that strong?"

Yu Xing glanced at Chen and found that Chen was also looking at him, and even smiled calmly at him.

How strong is Shen? Yu Xing could glean a glimpse of his strength from Yi Qing's incessant chatter.

Yi Qing said that his ability to corrupt demon daoist was not uncommon. High-level ghosts had a natural restraint on low-level ghosts. The resentment and ghostly energy that overflowed formed a mist-like thing, which is the blue mist that often lingered around the Sheqing Dreamscape.

If this mist is used for attack, it will cause damage to low-level ghosts, such as devouring them, and it looks like corrosion.

The demon daoist is not stupid; she will run when attacked. The fact that Shen was able to "corrode" most of the demon daoist's face indicates that Shen possesses a very strong and pure ghostly aura, which can leave such injuries on the demon daoist in an instant.

Whether someone who sinks to the bottom counts as a person is debatable.

Whether Shen Qiang is strong or not is not worth discussing.

Yu Xing withdrew her gaze and explained, "You don't need to treat him as a passive recipient who needs to complete a task. Just... imagine him as a Yugi administrator who's here to collect bugged items. If you think about it that way, you'll understand why he's different, right?"

In this deduction, the Ghost Tree is indeed a bug, and the sinking is mostly aimed at the Ghost Tree, so this analogy is flawless.

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "How do you know? Do you even know him?"

"I don't recognize it." Yu Xing lowered her head, smiled, and said, "We'll talk about that later. I've found it."

Before the two, a familiar-looking coffin, standing out discreetly among the many others, lay quietly, its ancient and heavy appearance exuding an unsettling eeriness.

It was this coffin that led Carlos's team into their current predicament, resulting in their near annihilation.

They can activate the method to converge timelines simply by lying down inside.

Carlos rubbed his temples, which were throbbing from being blinded by the flames for so long. "There are two of us in one coffin. How are we supposed to get in? Are we supposed to experience the romance of dying together?"

Clearly, even in his dazed state, his words still carried a strong sense of cynicism, as if he felt no tension or fear.

"There are three of us. Even if we all go into one coffin, it's a group burial, not a romantic double flight." Yu Xing pointed to Lin, who had come over after hearing the commotion, and gave Carlos a mocking look, her eyes clearly saying, "You forgot about Lin?"

"Lie down inside, and you'll reach another place." Yu Fengchen. Wherever he went, the previously restless coffins fell silent, like mice before a cat. "Don't worry about dying together; the space here is chaotic too."

As they approached, an undercurrent of pressure emanated from them, as if urging them not to waste time.

Yu Xing placed her hand on the coffin, her fingertips touching the icy coolness that had been there for a thousand years.

He asked, "I'm a little curious, there are only a few of us here, where are the other outsiders?"

"I entered the Yugi from Heavy Yin Mountain," Yu Fengchen replied, seemingly unrelated to the question, but Yu Xing appeared to understand.

"I see, tsk, I should have chosen to go back to your team with Alice. At least my teammates wouldn't turn into ticking time bombs at any moment." Yu Xing sighed, causing Lin, who had joined the conversation midway, to frown, somewhat puzzled.

"What's the meaning?"

"This person had partial intelligence from the beginning. He knew that the timelines were all orchestrated by the Black Coffin, and he personally controlled them from Heavy Yin Mountain. Therefore, he wouldn't allow anyone from Oster Company to end up in a coffin. In this way, Auster's people wouldn't trigger the multi-timeline weapon." Yu Xing shrugged. "I'm afraid only Alice from Oster Company would have the possibility of ending up in a coffin because she traveled alone later."

At this moment, he also understood why he saw Alice return to Brother Sun and Scarface's tent from the tree. It wasn't that Alice could create clones, but that this was Alice from another timeline.

Yu Xing realized that Lin couldn't accept conversations that skipped too much of the process, clearly indicating he hadn't experienced enough of the harsh realities of life. "So he's already answered my question. Other outsiders at Oster Company, like Zheng Zhan, aren't deeply bound by the timeline, so they can leave directly after completing their tasks. Those who stay and don't manage to make a living are essentially dead; it doesn't affect them."

"Oh." Lin understood this time.

"Hurry up and go in, stop talking so much nonsense." Yu Fengchen seemed to have become wary of Yu Xing's dawdling, so he took over and lifted the lid of the black coffin, revealing a completely dark and empty interior. "You're not planning something again, are you?"

Yu Xing, who was secretly preparing to wait for the demon daoist to appear, had her thoughts exposed. She then acted as if she hadn't thought anything of it before, "How could I? I already promised you. Am I the kind of person who breaks their promise?"

"Keep your word? Your credibility is even lower than Ning Feng's." Yu Fengchen chuckled, raised his hand, and pushed Lin, who was examining the coffin, so hard that he stumbled and fell off the coffin.

Lin: "... Wait!"

Holy crap, weren't you guys chatting? Why am I being dragged into this?

He sank into the darkness with resentment, and as expected, the space inside the black coffin was strange and peculiar. His entry did not cause any ripples, but rather made the darkness inside the coffin seem even more vast.

"Ning Feng?" Yu Xing didn't care about his temporary teammate; he heard a familiar name. "You know Ning Feng?"

"He's my regular teammate, a psychiatrist, and also a part-time psychiatrist." Yu Fengchen showed no surprise, clearly knowing that Yu Xing and Ning Feng had crossed paths, which was why he specifically mentioned him. "It's not that there are few experience testers, so there are many coincidences, but rather that the fate between your team and my team was destined from the very beginning."

After saying this ambiguous sentence, before Yu Xing could ponder its meaning or the implied meaning in the phrase "your team and my team," a pair of hands emerged from the flickering shadows in the firelight. Taking advantage of Yu Xing's inattention, they imitated Yu Fengchen and pushed Yu Xing down.

"What is that?" Carlos was startled. He turned around and saw that the "ghost hand" was extending from the shadow under Yu Fengchen's feet, clearly under Yu Fengchen's control.

He paused for two seconds, then said, "I don't need you to push me. Please make yourself at home. I'm leaving."

The Magician with gray-blue hair leaped into the air, his jacket a vibrant splash of color on the ground, just like him.

The three figures disappeared into the coffin, leaving only the much quieter Yi Qing floating in place.

Yi Qing tilted her head, carefully looking at Yu Fengchen, and opened her fan, waving it back and forth. "They're going to collect the timeline, and it's inconvenient for me to go with them. How about I stay here and watch as an observer?"

Yu Fengchen the coffin lid, lowered his eyes, and said, "If I said no, would you leave?"

"No." Yi Qing laughed. "You're quite interesting too. The scent on you is almost identical to the Ghost Tree here, with only slight differences... Young friend, are you collecting Ghost Tree wood core from various worlds? To... enhance yourself?"

"As expected of the most mysterious ghost member of the [Broken Mirror] team, you were able to guess my purpose with just a few clues." Yu Fengchen didn't deny it, but instead pushed up his glasses, his attitude relaxed. "Since that's the case, I have no choice but to watch if you want. Please, go ahead."

"The Broken Mirror Squad? Is that the name of A Xing's future squad?" Yi Qing's eyes lit up, and she muttered to herself, "Brilliant! Before he comes up with anything, I'll be the first to suggest it, and then I'll be the one to come up with the team name."

Yu Fengchen: "..."

Faced with Sheqing Ghost had lived for a thousand years, Yu Fengchen was truly speechless.

The innocent people have all left; it's time for him to do what he should do.

He released his self-control, and a dense darkness surged up in a race against time, gathering from the cracks in the coffin and from corners unseen by the eye, dancing around Yu Fengchen's doll-like body.

Yi Qing drifted a little further away, and his green mist appeared precariously surrounded by the almost rampaging black mist. However, this small patch of sparse and thin green mist firmly occupied a place in the rolling darkness, remaining unmoved despite the surging black mist.

His eyes were filled with interest.

Since Yi Qing didn't cause any trouble, Yu Fengchen ignored him and looked towards the way they had come from, coldly asking, "Hidden for so long, what are you waiting for? A chance to escape?"

There, a sliver of the woman's skirt was peeking out, as if she were spying, yet not completely.

The demon daoist had already followed, helplessly watching as the physical body she desired destroyed the coffin array she had built over many years, yet he dared not come out to stop it.

Now, the raging black mist exposed her hiding place, and the demon daoist could only step forward in anger. She was still wearing the magnificent robe she wore on the throne, but this time, her entire face was covered in festering sores, and even her eyes, nose and other features were not very clear, making her look like a hideous monster.

"I said I'd let you go, what else do you want?!" As soon as she came out, the demon daoist roared at Yu Fengchen in her still clear voice.

Yu Fengchen didn't bother to argue with her overconfident use of the word "let go," and stated directly and forcefully, "I want the wood core."

"You're just like those people, all you want is to steal my things!" The demon daoist seemed to recall a long, long time ago, a group of greedy humans who realized the importance of wood.

She raged, her voice filled with rage. "For my Wood Core, those people turned into vengeful ghosts, tearing me apart and throwing me into the Heavy Yin Mountain. They didn't know that I had already hidden the Wood Core in a place they couldn't find, burying it with my corpse in Heavy Yin Mountain. They can only wander aimlessly, never to be reincarnated! Hahahaha... But I still possess the power of the Wood Core, and have already been reborn."

"You'll be the same. You'll never find the wood core I cherish." The demon daoist stared fiercely at Yu Fengchen's figure. "You'll meet the same end. When your bones turn to ashes, I can still stand here."

"I really don't know where you get your confidence, you thief." Yu Fengchen sneered. "Back then, this Ghost Tree sapling saved you, but you extracted its core. Later, you were thrown into Heavy Yin Mountain and discovered this perfect place where you could cultivate the Ghost Tree without being discovered. You divided the core into two parts, planting one part in the soil to grow into a new Ghost Tree, and hiding the other part on your body. That's why the Ghost Tree never kills you and tolerates your resurrection time and time again."

"But that's all. Do you really think no one knows the location of that half of the wooden core inside you?" Yu Fengchen approached the demon daoist step by step, his gaze lingering on the fleshy, terrified lines of her face. "Every time you are resurrected, your body is reborn, so the wooden core couldn't possibly be inside you."

"There's only one way to ensure you don't lose it, and that no one else can find it." Yu Fengchen left the demon daoist with no way to avoid it. "The wood core is in your soul, isn't it?"

"Since you've hidden it so well, I have no choice but to reluctantly dissect your soul."