On the southwest border of the Douluo Continent, there is a place named Mist-Hidden Mountain deep.
A Chinese-style manor built on the mountain is quietly hidden among the lingering clouds and mist. The cornices are carved with entwining lotus patterns, the green tile roof reflects the skylight, and the gilt-glazed palace lanterns hang under the vermilion pillars, making tinkling sounds when the wind blows.
The bluestone road in the courtyard is spotless, with patches of purple bamboo planted on both sides. A koi pond is carved in the center. The white marble railings are engraved with a picture of a hundred animals facing a dragon. Even the rockery beside the pond is made of rare Taihu stones. Everything is exquisite and elegant.
In the main hall, Chu Xiu suddenly bowed down and sprayed a mouthful of bright red blood on the rosewood Eight Immortals table in front of him, spreading a large dazzling red. He covered his chest and coughed violently, and blood foam continued to overflow between his fingers. His originally handsome face was as pale as paper, and even his lips had lost their color.
The originally majestic Soul Power around him was now in a mess, like an out-of-control wild horse racing through his meridians, shaking all his internal organs out of place.
In my mind, the cold system prompts had already turned into harsh electric sounds, intermittent, with a noise on the verge of collapse:
[Warning! The core module of the Tiandao Exhibition List is damaged... the energy circuit is broken... the connection is forced to be interrupted...]
[Unknown high plane will joint attack detected... System defense layer 100% penetrated... Backlash started...]
Chu Xiu gritted his teeth, veins popped up on his forehead, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping into dark water marks on his clothes.
He could clearly feel that the Tiandao Manifestation System that he had tied was being peeled away from the depths of his soul little by little. The heart-rending pain was a hundred times more uncomfortable than having three pieces of Soul Bone taken away by life.
"How could this happen..." He murmured to himself, his eyes full of disbelief and overwhelming unwillingness, "Obviously I am the Chosen One! It is obvious that the Heavenly Dao Xianbang Style is the ceiling style for time travellers!"
Since he accidentally traveled to the Douluo Continent, which has been turned upside down by the travelers, he connected with the Tiandao Manifestation System known as the "King of Systems".
The system told him that as long as he activated the Heavenly Ranking and took stock of the mainland's strong men, geniuses, sects, and Soul Beast, he could forcibly extract the fortunes of those on the list, reveal all their secrets, and even manipulate the rankings on the list to tamper with the fate of others at will.
Even other time travelers cannot escape the fate of being manipulated.
He originally thought that as soon as the Heavenly Ranking came out, other can-opening systems, many-child-many-blessing systems, and God Slayer system sign-in systems would all be vulnerable to him.
He will become the real controller of this world, step on the bones of all the time travelers and local strong men, and reach the top to become a god.
But he never expected that as soon as the Tianbang announced the rules, it was torn to pieces by an irresistible force before he even had time to release the name of the first strong person.
The moment the golden light in the sky disappeared, his system also exploded.
"Why?!"
Chu Xiu punched the Eight Immortals table, and the hard rosewood instantly split into a ferocious gap, "The other time travelers are jumping around so happily, but you don't care! Are you targeting me?!"
I just came out.
He didn't know that the power of his genre was to destroy the balance of the game.
The power of this genre is essentially biased towards the host. No matter how powerful others are in talent, he will always be ranked number one in the end.
Why don't those big time travelers hiding in the dark understand, and will never allow such an existence to control everyone's secrets, life and death?
Even top local forces such as Spirit Hall and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will not sit idly by once they understand the secret behind this genre.
The most important thing is that this is man-made.
All rankings are based on the host's wishes. You can rank them however you want. Those you like can be ranked in the front, and those you don't like can be ranked in the back. There can even be a targeted punishment mechanism.
So if you are not banned, who will be banned?
As a result, almost all hosts with systems took action, just like Yunxiao targeted Yao Wuji's system, targeting the system torrent to temporarily crack it.
At that time, there was only one person in Yunxiao, but this time he was not the only one at all.
And the most important thing is, in front of so many time travellers, don't act too arrogantly or stand out.
So, it's not directed at you, it's directed at someone else.
Even if you stay at Tang San and show off, no one will care about you.
At this moment, the last prompt of the system sounded in his mind, with complete silence:
[The core of the system is completely destroyed... the host tie is released... the backlash intensifies... remaining lifespan: two hours.]
Chu Xiu was shocked and slumped down on the chair, his eyes empty.
Two hours?
How long has it been since he traveled through time, and what he got in return was only two hours of life?
Not willing to give in!
Not willing to give in!
"Since I'm having a hard time, don't even think about having a good time!"
Chu Xiu's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he used his last bit of strength to mobilize the remaining energy in his system.
The core of the broken system made a piercing scream deep in his soul, and a weak but extremely penetrating golden ripple, centered on Mist-Hidden Mountain, instantly swept through the entire Douluo Continent.
This time, there was no brilliant golden light, no majestic voice, only a cold, curse-like word, which resounded in the ears of everyone at the Douluo Continent.
[All the aborigines of the Douluo Continent, and now there are hundreds of Otherworldly Visitors, they all know all of you, all of your life stories, your experiences have been written down, just like writing a storybook!]
[They come with great power to steal the origin of your world!]
[In their eyes, whether you are an emperor or Titled Douluo, even a god, you are all insignificant figures, just like paper figures...]
[In short, no matter how strong you are, you are just an inconspicuous trash in the real world, and these time-travelers are just here to have some fun. As for what tragedy they will cause, even if they turn the world upside down, even Destruction, it doesn't matter. Even if you kill them, they will just wake up from their sleep...]
Finally, Chu Xiu's body stiffened suddenly.
His skin shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his hair instantly turned gray, finally turning into a wisp of fly ash and dissipating in the wind.
Even this exquisite Chinese-style building finally disappeared with the wind, as if it had never appeared.
Among these Mist-Hidden Mountain, the appearance of Chu Xiu is like a dream.
But his last shocking words were like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, setting off huge waves throughout the Douluo Continent.
For a moment, everyone was unable to digest this explosive revelation, and they didn't know whether to believe it or not.