High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 92 - 91: Bug

This young man is, of course, Chen Kuang.

A moment ago, in his room, he activated the array on the Langhuan Fragment, opening the illusion realm within.

Using the Langhuan Illusion Realm as a springboard, he smoothly entered the Void Illusion Realm from reality.

Chen Kuang’s passive ability "Dual Consciousness" was triggered.

He could clearly perceive that his body still remained in place, but his consciousness had split into two, resulting in dual perspectives.

It felt just like Primordial Spirit Emergence, with one consciousness remaining in the room and the other already in a prison cell.

He needed to process the two perspectives simultaneously.

This experience of a dual-wielding brain was quite fascinating.

As for the side effects... he felt a bit like having mild motion sickness.

Because one consciousness was in motion while the other stood still, the conflicting experiences caused a slight "delay."

He probably needed some time to fully adapt to the "Dual Consciousness" state.

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and simply began cultivating in his room.

The Chen Family likely already received news of the Governor and Civilization Official’s intention to perform human sacrifices, casting a particularly heavy atmosphere over the mansion, with a foreboding sense of impending doom.

Some servants had already been dismissed, while Chen Rong and Chen An gathered their people in the main hall to discuss countermeasures.

As for Chen Kuang, no one paid attention to him for the moment.

Only Chen Ning lingered outside the East Wing Room for a while, looking somewhat indecisive.

Since returning from Xianyu Nunnery that day, her anxiousness had subsided, and the more she thought about it, the more familiar the music felt.

That distinct melody was unmistakable to her...

It was so similar, identical to the music her elder brother played that day.

But recalling the senior’s silence when asked about his identity, and her brother’s aloofness, she hesitated to speak up.

After hesitating for a while, she bit her lip and quietly left.

Qingcuo stood outside, noticing but not stopping her.

She looked up at the sky.

The weather was not good today.

The sky gradually darkened as massive clouds began to gather, swiftly covering the entire sky from afar.

"Drip."

The first raindrop hit the eaves, followed by a clap of thunder.

"Boom! Crash..."

Torrential rain poured down, immediately soaking the ground with large dark patches, and the bamboo in the courtyard swayed under the assault.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A person ran through the street, loudly proclaiming, "The Dragon King has returned! The Dragon King has returned!"

"The governor demands a sacrifice! Otherwise, disaster will strike next year! Everyone, come and see!"

"Knock, knock."

The gate of the Chen Mansion was knocked on, but there was no response from within.

Zhou Yanwei said, "Is anyone here? Please inform them, I’m here to see Chen Kuang."

"Creak—"

Only then did the gate of the Chen Mansion open, and a guard nervously peeked out, asking softly:

"What do you want with our young master?"

Lin Er You held an umbrella and smiled, saying, "Just say, do you remember the one who gifted musical scores? I have another score to present."

He shook the paper in his hand, densely covered with writing.

The guard was taken aback, remembering that the young master was a musician, and hurried back to inform.

...

Chen Kuang was momentarily stunned, adapting slightly to the split perspectives, examining the familiar prison cell in front of him.

Hmm... the place where the dream begins.

That was unexpected.

He had thought the little princess’ illusion realm would start from birth.

But it began from imprisonment.

However, starting from a familiar place was better than being thrust into an entirely strange environment.

But something surprising was that this illusion realm seemed to have a glitch...

Chen Kuang turned his head, looking at the corpse beside him with a subtle expression.

In his past and present life, he looked almost identical.

That corpse was evidently the original Chen Kuang of this world.

Or rather, the Little Musician whose body wasn’t occupied by a soul from another world.

After witnessing Emperor Liang’s execution, it had frightened him into a high fever for two or three days, leading to his death.

It’s unclear if it was due to Chen Kuang’s identity as a traveler, his death and resurrection miracle, that made this illusion realm unable to handle it.

He wasn’t reborn onto this corpse again.

In some way, it also verifies that this illusion realm is indeed unique; it can distinguish Chen Kuang’s differences.

It genuinely simulates the progression of the world based on logic and reality.

One could even say... it creates a parallel world!

"Sun and moon in the same sky, changing this world" isn’t just a slogan to shout; it’s something actually achievable.

If... the Demon Sword succeeds this time.

And Chen Kuang now seemed to become a bug in this unfixable illusion realm.

He looked down, finding it a bit surreal, as the clothes he was wearing were actually the casual wear he had on before transmigrating, with a short-sleeved shirt on top and sweatpants on the bottom.

However, there was no sign of that fatal wound.

Moreover, his cultivation level still remained...

Chen Kuang assessed himself; his cultivation level was genuinely still at Half-Step Innate. Originally, upon entering the illusion realm, he was unsure at what point in time the illusion realm had simulated, prepared for a rewind in his cultivation, or even having none at all.

This was truly an unexpected joy.

With his cultivation intact, his upcoming actions would proceed more smoothly.

Chen Kuang looked at the dazed Little Garbage Bucket opposite him, thinking he might have frightened them, and quickly waved a greeting.

But Little Garbage Bucket remained unresponsive, blankly staring at him.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Chen Kuang squatted down and waved in front of Little Garbage Bucket’s eyes, worriedly asking, "Your Highness, how many years have passed inside the illusion realm? Don’t you recognize me?"

"You have a shadow."

The Little Princess suddenly said, then leaned closer, her eyes examining him with an entirely unfamiliar tone: "Of course, I remember you; you are Chen Kuang."

She pointed to the corpse on the ground, remarkably calm.

"I’ve seen your body sixty-four times."

Chen Kuang was taken aback, drawing a breath of cold air.

Tie Baiyuan had already explained the operation mechanics of the illusion realm.

It was an endless loop.

If it didn’t achieve the desired effect, it would loop indefinitely.

Until a moment when the world underwent earth-shaking changes, it would then release the host’s consciousness.

If the illusion realm had already looped sixty-four times...

The current Little Princess was no longer a Little Garbage Bucket.

Chen Kuang became serious, saying, "Your Highness, please tell me all that you’ve experienced."

"I have something I wish to ask you too."

The Little Princess glanced at the corpse, saying, "You seem... you were supposed to have died."

"Ah!"

Chu Wen Ruo suddenly exclaimed and rushed over, hugging the Little Princess tightly, retreating continuously, looking at Chen Kuang in terror.

It turned out she had groggily heard the two speaking, and upon opening her eyes, saw someone who looked exactly like the adjacent corpse in front of her, naturally scaring her.

"Ghost! There’s a ghost! Someone! Help!"

Chu Wen Ruo shouted, not even giving her daughter a chance to explain.