The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!-Chapter 842: The Mummified Corpse in the Fog

Chapter 842 -842: The Mummified Corpse in the Fog

[You have successfully defeated the Extreme Night God. Would you like to claim your reward?]

[Note: Once the reward is claimed, this simulator will be permanently closed.]

“…” Staring at the system prompt in his view, Li Muyang felt no sense of joy at all but instead furrowed his brows.

“This Extreme Night God truly has some tricks up its sleeve.” ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

To be more precise, the Divine Sword in the Extreme Night God’s hands was absolutely ridiculous—practically a BUG-tier weapon.

He had tried countless times, switching supporters and endlessly rearranging combinations, finally managing to piece together the optimal lineup.

Yet even in the grand battle to encircle and slay the Extreme Night God, casualties were unavoidable.

This lineup he had put together was by far the most complete and suitable he had devised.

In the siege against the Extreme Night God, even when faced with the desperate retaliation of the Otherworldly Demon God, Li Muyang had managed to defeat the Demon God while keeping losses to a minimum.

But even the minimum loss still meant two deaths and seven severe injuries.

In this, the Rule Divine Sword wielded by the Extreme Night God played a decisive role.

As long as there were no fatalities, even severe injuries were acceptable results to Li Muyang.

But the fact that people died in every attempt made him unwilling to claim the reward. He could not bring himself to complete the task so hastily.

“The Extreme Night God’s abilities are not top-notch, but the weapon is so absurd… Is that sword truly his?”

Li Muyang muttered to himself, once again entering the God-Slaying Simulator for another attempt at besieging the Extreme Night God.

But just then, an unexpected white mist drifted into the camp where Li Muyang was stationed.

Fog in the mountains was nothing out of the ordinary.

This mist carried no ominous or unusual aura; it was merely an ordinary mountain fog, and the other people in the camp paid it no attention.

However, in the game, Li Muyang suddenly sensed something and abruptly opened his eyes.

Inside the tent he had encircled with formations, a corpse had inexplicably appeared at some point.

Thick white mist swirled inside the tent as the corpse hunched over, facing away from Li Muyang. Its skeletal frame was bizarre, wrapped in white cloth.

The moment he saw the dried corpse, Li Muyang was struck by a chilling dread.

There it was again—the corpse.

And this time, it had come to him willingly?

Through the mist, the desiccated corpse that kept its face turned away and concealed from view rasped in a hoarse voice.

“Jiang Xiaoyu…”

It called out coldly, using the alias of Li Muyang, and continued in an icy tone, “You are too slow.”

The corpse’s voice carried a sinister chill, brimming with discontent.

Li Muyang furrowed his brows deeply and asked, “What is too slow?”

What was the agenda of this mysterious dried corpse that had come to him unbidden?

To this day, Li Muyang had no idea of the origins or intentions of this enigmatic corpse.

It seemed to belong to no faction, its nature both eerie and uncanny.

Although it had appeared in the Ghost Moon Fox’s secret realm, Li Muyang had once asked Yu Chan about the Ghost Moon Fox, who responded that there was no dried corpse on the reincarnation platform.

This mysterious dried corpse seemed to only reveal itself to Li Muyang, remaining inaccessible to others.

Fixing his wary, perplexed gaze on the corpse, Li Muyang was about to ask further.

But the mysterious corpse coldly interrupted him: “Your pace in saving the world is too slow.”

“The collapse of the situation is faster than you imagine.”

“From the moment you ascended to immortality, the Heaven and Earth Seal began to loosen. And this loosening is irreversible and will accelerate as time goes on.”

“When you ascended two years ago, the first layer of the seal was shattered. Now, after two years, the second layer of the seal is close to breaking.”

“After that, the third, the fourth… But once the Heaven and Earth Seal is fully destroyed, this world will revert to ancient times, and the immortal path will reopen to all beings.”

“However, by then, the Otherworldly Demon Gods in deep space, the Ancient Evil Gods in the Ancient Resentment Well… these dormant abominations will be unleashed and descend upon the Mortal World instantly.”

“At that point, it will be the end.”

“You must speed up, Jiang Xiaoyu, if you still wish to save this world.”

“Before the Heaven and Earth Seal completely breaks, you must eliminate every enemy!”

After the cryptic corpse finished speaking, the mist inside the tent began to fade.

With its figure wrapped in white cloth, the eerie corpse started heading out of the tent.

Li Muyang instinctively tried to stop it.

“Senior!”

But as he raised his hand, he suddenly woke up, realizing that he had been dreaming.

Inside his tent, despite the lingering mist, it was empty—there was no mysterious dried corpse.

The dream he had just experienced seemed like an illusion.

Yet as he opened his eyes in his tent and processed what had transpired, Li Muyang muttered to himself: “Not a dream…”

“It was real!”

The enigmatic dried corpse had come to warn him on the eve of the second layer of the Heaven and Earth Seal breaking.

It had urged him to move faster and quicken his efforts to save the world.

Gathering his array flags, Li Muyang stepped out of the tent.

The encampment in the mountains was shrouded in dense fog. A disheartened young girl, Yu Xiaoshuang, stood in the distance, gloomily kicking at the grass.

When she saw Li Muyang emerge, she did not cheerfully approach him as she usually would.

Li Muyang glanced at her and asked, “Did your master scold you?”

An hour ago, Yu Xiaoshuang’s master, Daoist Qing Song, had come to the camp and dragged the mischievous girl outside to reprimand her.

Although the elderly Daoist had set up an isolating array while he scolded her, preventing anyone from hearing his exact words, from his angered expression and the few remarks he made before everyone, Li Muyang had pieced together the truth.

—This little girl Yu Xiaoshuang had caused trouble.

She had probably taken the Three Immortals Tower out without permission to challenge an Evil God’s projection but was caught and hauled back by a fellow disciple from Qingsong Temple.

The old Daoist had instructed Yu Xiaoshuang to stay in the tent and await orders, forbidding her from acting impulsively.

Yet the girl had attempted to wield the power of an Ancient Immortal Artifact against an Evil God projection…

Li Muyang shook his head and said, “Your master is only worried about your safety, afraid you might encounter danger.”

Li Muyang’s words made the girl lower her head in frustration.

“I asked the senior brothers from the Mysterious Sword Sect, and I asked the Demon Suppression Magus from the Qintian Bureau too. The Evil God projection I sought out wasn’t particularly powerful—it was completely within my capabilities.”

“But my master doesn’t trust me at all and still treats me like a child! I’m already at the Purple Mansion Realm, and I’ve even been recognized as the owner by an Ancient Immortal Artifact… I’m not some reckless child; I know what I’m doing.”

The nearby Evil God projection had been rampaging unchecked, and with no one in the camp available to deal with it, reinforcements from the Heavenly Eternal Realm had to be summoned from afar.

Yu Xiaoshuang had volunteered to step in and successfully held off the Evil God projection.

Yet she had been thoroughly reprimanded by her master…

Li Muyang sighed softly, finding it difficult to pass judgment on the matter.

“Evil God projections are insidious and dangerous, often concealing deadly trump cards. Your master is afraid you might encounter a particularly tricky one that you wouldn’t be able to handle…”