Do the Big Shots Play Mahjong Too?
Zhang Yang stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Could there be someone hiding in the ceiling?
He carefully flew up to the ceiling again, this time focusing intently on listening to the voices, hoping to hear something.
However, he found that he still couldn't hear clearly.
It's like when you're dreaming at night, someone says a lot of things in their dream, but when you wake up, you can't remember any of it.
"Is that Devil God's Whisper?" Zhang Yang frowned.
One of the Devil Race Cultivation Method he obtained contained the Devil God's Whisper, which were extremely powerful.
He stared at the dark, seemingly unreachable ceiling, utterly bewildered. What was going on?
After trying several times, Zhang Yang gave up.
I couldn't hear anything clearly, and I couldn't get close to the ceiling; trying again didn't help at all.
Then, he began searching for the door to the main hall, intending to find Situ Mingyue and the others.
When he arrived at the gate, he found that he couldn't open it no matter what he did.
Zhang Yang pushed with all his might, but the door remained firmly shut, without even a crack.
"Damn it, giving us some Cultivation Method is one thing, but they won't even open the door!" Zhang Yang angrily blasted a Law Technique at the door.
The gate remained completely undamaged.
"Open the door! Open the door for me!"
Zhang Yang used all the Law Technique he knew to bombard the gate. Since the gate wouldn't resist anyway, he concentrated all his spiritual power and unleashed a bolt of lightning powerful enough to kill Nascent Soul Realm, but the gate still didn't react.
Since the Immortal Method didn't work, he simply resorted to the Demon Dao Cultivation Method he had just learned.
Then, he mobilized the power of his Golden Core and activated his Demon Dao Cultivation Method. A bolt of black lightning struck the door, and the door slowly opened.
"So, it takes Demon Dao Cultivation Method to open it?"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself as he walked out of the Devil Hall, only then did he get a clear view of the entire layout of the Creation Spirit Hall.
The entire Creation Spirit Hall is somewhat like a traditional courtyard house, surrounded by four identical large halls, with a small courtyard in the middle.
There were flower beds, artificial hills, and a pond. In the center was a table with four seats around it, each corresponding to one of the four main halls. Except for the lack of an exit gate, everything here resembled a traditional courtyard house.
Zhang Yang looked at the courtyard in front of him, somewhat bewildered.
In his opinion, this place has a strong sense of life... Maybe a long, long time ago, the four great beings—immortals, demons, monsters, and ghosts—lived here. Perhaps they even chatted and played mahjong when they had nothing to do.
When he saw some "chips"-like objects on the table, he became even more certain of his guess.
He ran to the table and carefully examined the "chips." Each chip was round and about the size of a longan, and they came in four colors. The one corresponding to the entrance of the Devil Hall was blood yellow; the one opposite the Devil Hall was bright yellow; the one on the left was bluish-yellow; and the one on the right was brownish-yellow.
The amount of "chips" held by each of the four parties varies.
There are forty chips on the side facing the Devil Hall's gate; there are more on the side opposite the Devil Hall's gate, with fifty-five chips; the yellowish-green chips on the left are significantly fewer, with only thirty chips; and the brownish-yellow chips on the right are the most numerous, with a full seventy chips!
A treasure that four powerful figures could use as "bargaining chips"...
Zhang Yang realized these "chips" were valuable, so he immediately grabbed them and stuffed them into his pocket.
He was so focused on collecting the "chips" that he didn't realize they all turned into four-colored mist after entering his pocket and went into his body.
Zhang Yang swept all the "chips" away, and only when he found that the weight in his pocket hadn't increased did he begin to wonder.
Upon opening it, he saw that the remaining "chips" were turning into mist and seeping into his body.
"Holy crap, is my body a hodgepodge? Everything keeps getting inside me?"
He couldn't stop it; he could only watch helplessly as the four-colored mist completely dissipated into his body.
However, when he carefully sensed his body, he found that there was no change in his body.
Zhang Yang's body remained unchanged, but at this moment, a huge tremor occurred on the Prodigy Battlefield.
Originally, there were several huge cracks in the Prodigy Battlefield, which divided the Prodigy Battlefield into four parts.
However, the cracks in the Prodigy Battlefield, like wounds on the earth healing, actually closed up.
The entire Prodigy Battlefield was in turmoil.
This tremendous tremor was not only clearly felt by those inside the Prodigy Battlefield, but even those outside the Prodigy Battlefield the changes within it.
The Dao Integration Realm from numerous sects all had their brows furrowed, wondering what had happened on the Prodigy Battlefield.
Could it be that the Prodigy Battlefield underwent other changes three thousand years later?
They hesitated, wondering if they should quickly inform the sect's founder and have those Tribulation Realm experts come and take a look in person.
However, the great shock of the Prodigy Battlefield quickly subsided, and the many Dao Integration Realm did not pass on the news.
In fact, they were also afraid.
Three thousand years ago, many Tribulation Realm from various major sects died on the Prodigy Battlefield.
This place is a graveyard for the strong, while those with lower cultivation levels are safe.
Therefore, they considered it a good thing that the patriarch was not allowed to come here.
At this moment, everyone at each stronghold on the Prodigy Battlefield of geniuses wore a solemn expression.
In all these years, I have never heard of an "earthquake" on the Prodigy Battlefield.
"Investigate and see what exactly happened."
"Could the Prodigy Battlefield have been breached? Let's not forget, this is a Beyond-Heaven Meteorite! Although it's quite large, it's still essentially Beyond-Heaven Meteorite."
Many people from major sects began to worry.
Soon, someone thought of the huge cracks in the Prodigy Battlefield and immediately said, "Send someone to check those cracks. If the Prodigy Battlefield is really going to crack, it will definitely start from those cracks."
In addition, we need to hurry up and get ready to head to the main hall in the center.
If the Prodigy Battlefield splits open, will it tear that great hall apart?
"If we tear open the main hall, we can enter it."
"However, our preparations are not yet sufficient, and the timeframe is two months earlier than the usual Prodigy Battlefield."
"We can't worry about that now. The main hall, which hasn't been opened for three thousand years, might very well be open now. We need to go and check it out right away."
At the strongholds of all the major sects, everyone was a prodigy, not a fool, and they quickly came up with the same question.
Some of the group stayed behind to guard the stronghold, while the rest, carrying the prepared Law Treasure and elixirs, headed towards the main hall in the center.
Meanwhile, inside the main hall, Zhang Yang, completely bewildered, absorbed nearly two hundred "chips," unaware of what was happening outside.
He examined the table; it was just an ordinary stone table, and he didn't see any mahjong tiles. He wondered how these big shots were betting "chips."
Then he turned back to examine the artificial hills, flowerbeds, and ponds.
After seeing what was inside the flowerbed clearly, Zhang Yang couldn't help but rub his eyes and examine it carefully again.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but scream, "Oh my god!"