The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma?

Chapter 43 Spring and Autumn Annals in Books

Xia Chuan looked solemnly at the performers downstairs.

Unlike Gao Haoguang and his group.

Xia Chuan came here mainly because he had recently encountered a bottleneck in his career.

He looked at the abilities displayed on his panel.

[Soul Release] (Gold):

Passive: Every attack you make has a chance to trigger [Black Flash].

If Black Flash is cast during the cooldown period, all skill cooldowns (including [Soul Release]) are reset, and the probability of casting Black Flash is increased by 0.004%.

Current probability: 20%.

Note: The current probability has reached the maximum effect limit for the highest skill grade (gold).

Please attempt to upgrade only after completing the [Talent Extraction].

Yes, the probability of [Black Flash] has actually been stacked to the maximum.

Fortunately, the system has unlocked a new feature called [Talent Extraction].

Unlike regular draws that don't require a minimum amount of resources, the initial draw points for [Talent Draw] are a staggering 5000.

However, at the same time, the base tier within the prize pool has also reached the [Gold] level.

Above that is [red], and above that is the highest [black].

[Talent Extraction]:

You are guaranteed to receive a [Gold] or higher [Talent] on your first try (the highest being Red).

After the draw is complete, you can obtain [Talent] related [Active/Passive Skills] (the highest level is black) through [Talent Draw].

Note: Skills of [Red] and above can only be obtained through [Talent Draw].

The newly unlocked features are clearly designed for big spenders of lottery points.

Xia Chuan, who only had 4000 lottery points, wanted to try his luck at this gathering of seekers of the Dharma.

See if there's any information about Nirvana Corpses or anything like that.

To my utter surprise, we encountered an anomaly right from the start.

Xia Chuan frowned, staring intently at the performers downstairs, and asked his junior brother in a low voice:

"Haoguang, when did the guy selling the 'Hundred Silk Balls' say he's coming?"

Gao Haoguang noticed something was off about Xia Chuan's tone and put down his chopsticks:

"They said this thing was placed here by the Thousand Machines Pavilion."

"I'm not selling, but we can use talismans and silver to buy it for a period of time."

"The people from the Thousand Machines Pavilion should be arriving soon."

Xia Chuan nodded slowly, lowering his voice even further:

"Wait a moment, after you meet with the people from the Thousand Machines Pavilion, tell them to change the location and talk again."

"Get as far away from here as possible—at least get away from this guy down there."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Gao Haoguang's expression was solemn. He followed Xia Chuan's gaze and glanced downstairs—the performer was still playing the strings and singing, everything seemed normal.

"What's wrong with that guy down there, senior brother?"

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice:

"So, you couldn't tell either?"

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"In my eyes, that thing down there doesn't even have a head!"

Everyone was startled.

All eyes turned to the celebrity downstairs—

He's still singing, the sanxian is still playing, the clapper is still being played, all around his neck.

His head was intact, and beneath the white sheepskin towel was a weathered face with clear features and a smile on his lips.

There was nothing unusual.

Xia Chuan continued to stare intently at the headless performer, his muscles subtly tensing.

"I don't know if he's a Nirvana Corpse or something else."

"But since he can sit here—"

In a better-case scenario, he's colluding with the managers here.

Gao Haoguang looked down at the Shaanxi storytelling performance taking place, and the crowd cheering for him, oblivious to everything around them, and his voice trembled slightly:

"What about...the worst-case scenario?"

Xia Chuan's voice was as cold as a stone in winter:

"That's his sorcery—no one can tell the difference."

Looking at the people downstairs, Xia Chuan felt increasingly uneasy.

Something's not right.

True to his nature, he slipped away the moment he sensed something was wrong.

How could I possibly waste my time?

I was affected?

The thought arose, and Xia Chuan suddenly awoke.

"No, don't wait any longer, you must leave now..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A long sigh came from behind the crowd.

"The successor of the Three Truths remains as perceptive as ever."

The voice was old and hoarse, with a unique storyteller's rhythm, as if reciting a poem:

"It doesn't mean that Jiang Mingzi's reputation has been tarnished."

Xia Chuan felt a chill run down his spine and turned around abruptly.

The headless performer who was originally performing downstairs had somehow appeared outside their door.

He stood outside the threshold, still holding the sanxian in his arms, the clappers on his lap, the white sheepskin towel, and his blue cloth shirt still smelling of the teahouse's smoky atmosphere.

The only difference was that his head was back.

Or rather, in Xia Chuan's eyes, he finally "had a head".

But the way the head was placed on the neck always felt somewhat out of place, as if it had been put there temporarily.

Haishan reacted the fastest.

His heterochromatic eyes suddenly shrank, and all his magical power surged wildly into the flower-shaped pendant in his hand like water bursting its banks.

The red umbrella unfolds, its surface adorned with mysterious patterns, and the raindrops that have been binding time immediately slant down.

Frost falls in the mirror as autumn turns to summer, and the rain of the year cuts away youthful beauty like a knife.

I wish I could borrow an inch more of time, and live a fleeting moment of immortality to support the flowers.

[A Moment of Immortality, Supported by Flowers]!

Bai Xiaoxiao followed closely behind, her vertical eye between her brows wide open, and a scarlet light silently swept towards the person—[Borrowed Yuan True Eye]!

however.

The headless performer—or rather, the performer who now had a head—moved as usual in the face of the slow-moving rain.

He stepped across the threshold, and raindrops fell on his shoulders, hair, and sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument), like ordinary rain, without obstruction or stagnation.

Hai Shan was dumbfounded, his voice even changing tone:

"How is that possible?!?"

Bai Xiaoxiao's True Eye of Borrowing Yuan collapsed instantly upon contact. The blood-red light vanished as soon as it touched the man's body within three feet, like water meeting hot oil.

She groaned, her brow furrowed tightly, and a trickle of blood slid from the corner of her eye.

Zhao Yan's wooden puppet body stood in front of the crowd, its magical power surging, but his brows were furrowed—

He couldn't sense the other person's true strength either.

But the man did not continue forward.

He stood a step inside the doorway, slowly cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, his movements unhurried and deliberate, displaying the unique etiquette of an old-fashioned storyteller.

"I am Chu Zhongtian."

His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Xia Chuan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry."

The sound of the sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) began.

It wasn't the fingers plucking the strings; the strings themselves vibrated.

【My Innate Supernatural Power: The Chronicles of the Book】!

An invisible force surged from the sanxian like a tide, silent, colorless, and odorless, yet it swept through the entire room in an instant.

There was no explosion, no light, no murderous intent.

But everyone felt that something had changed.

The hustle and bustle of the street outside the window disappeared, the waiter's shouts of serving dishes disappeared, and the applause and cheers of the tea drinkers downstairs disappeared.

The whole world is like a page of a book has been turned.

And without anyone noticing.

Gao Haoguang's Three Truths and the Moon Token at his waist quietly activated, and a golden light flashed slightly beneath his robes.

On the other side of the same month, a thousand years ago.

Jiang Mingzi was sitting on the flying boat, his gaze piercing through the long years, landing on the figure holding a sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument).

It is not unheard of for a will to arise from an object.

But Jiang Mingzi had never seen anyone more human-like than this guy.

This guy's supernatural power works on the "world" itself.

Although it doesn't have any particularly strong destructive power, it seems to have an effect on the little grand-disciple as well.

"Don't go too far, Lao Chu."

He glanced at Xia Chuan, who was practically bursting with anger in the same month's ranking, and a smirk appeared on his lips:

"Otherwise, if this kid gets angry, he'll tear you apart."

There's no second Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Eternal World to help you piece it together.