Chapter 247 Rule Walker

Yan Jiu always believed that his greatest ability was good luck.

He not only survived the shipwreck that should have killed him, but also won the favor of the White God.

Later, he arrogantly and ignorantly did a series of wrong things, but was tolerated and forgiven by the kind Yao God.

He narrowly escaped death several times, but was lucky to survive.

People of his generation died one by one, including many gifted people, and they were all swallowed up by the sea of ​​time. On the contrary, he, who had no talent, became an extraordinary person by accident and saw the vast world above the water.

Before the age of 37, Yan Jiu was in spring, with sunny days and smooth sailing. He thought he could continue to grow tenaciously and nothing could defeat him.

At the age of 51, Yan Jiu lost his left eye and entered summer.

He saw the ups and downs of life, and only by firm belief can he not lose his way. He realized that Yao God not only represents strength, but also brings confidence and hope to all the weak.

At the age of 101, Yan Jiu fought a black water strider, his right arm was destroyed, and he arrived in autumn.

He could clearly feel that his body was declining uncontrollably, but his strength had reached its peak, which was the reward brought by faith and persistence. Yan Jiu showed everyone the fruitful results of his practice, so that they would not be scared off by difficulties and continue to challenge the limits of human beings.

Today, at the age of 142, Yan Jiu is in the cold winter.

Unprecedented weakness surrounded his old body, and no matter how perfect the craftsmanship of the dwarf craftsmen was, it could not prevent the corruption and stiffness of the body.

He calmly welcomed death.

Because Yan Jiu knew that he had tried his best.

His consciousness became more and more blurred. Suddenly, Yan Jiu felt that he was flying, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a desert.

Large clouds wandered over the sand dunes, as if this was a secret place in the sky.

A voice came to my ear.

"The Lord God gives you a chance. If you want, you can go up to the [Running Cloud Platform] and become a Cloud Monk, or go to the [Entering Sand Road] and become a Sand Walker."

"These two wonders can give you a brand new body and a fresh start, but you also need to pay a corresponding price."

Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes.

Standing in front was the apostle Miss Isabel.

A hundred years have passed, and she has not changed at all, maintaining her youthful and beautiful appearance.

The God has bestowed a gift again.

Yan Jiu was a little terrified.

"Thank you very much... Thank you Lord Yao... cough, cough..."

"Choose."

Isabel said softly: "Your body can't hold on for long. Whether it's a ghost, a Cloud Monk, or a Sand Walker, you can choose..."

"It's just that the Cloud Monk and the Sand Walker are forms that no one in the Yao clan has ever set foot on. You must be mentally prepared, and you may encounter difficulties that you have never encountered before."

Yan Jiu staggered and finally stepped onto the Sand Road.

He did not choose the Running Cloud Platform because Yan Jiu wanted to go back. Return to the world where he was born and grew up, and once he becomes a cloud-transforming monk, he cannot escape from this desolate country of sand.

The path into the sand is a spiral staircase that seems as fragile as a castle in the air, but it stands quietly and steadily in the storm.

With every step, Yan Jiu feels that his body is reacting in some way, and his whole body becomes dry, hard, rough, and sandy.

The flesh and blood gradually collapse, the bones turn into gravel, and the thoughts leave the body and linger on the steps.

Yan Jiu can clearly see that he is being decomposed and reshaped.

Just a moment later, he seems to float to the surface from the suffocating and heavy water, subconsciously breathing in the air and sucking it into his throat along with the yellow sand.

Yan Jiu saw that his body had not changed at all, and he was still old and thin.

But it was different.

Because he could pass through his chest with a light touch.

The sand walker, his whole body turned into gravel, existing on the basis of sand elements.

Yan Jiu no longer felt cold and weak.

Instead, there is a relaxed stability, the whole body can be separated at any time, and can be easily integrated.

This wonderful feeling is very novel to Yan Jiu.

He jumped lightly onto the sand, like a ball of water hitting the lake, and instantly became indistinguishable from the desert, and then condensed into a human form from another place.

Yan Jiu was excited and quickly knelt on the ground, and piously put his head in the sand: "Lord Yao, you have once again generously given guidance and grace to your ordinary followers. I can't describe my gratitude and praise for you."

"I will continue on the path of practice and spread your blessings and kindness until the day when this body is destroyed and dissipated."

Isabel nodded to him slightly: "You are the first sand walker of the Yao clan, and also the pathfinder of the Yao clan world. Cherish the hard-won opportunity."

"Another apostle, the monk who knows the guests, will give you guidance."

After that, she disappeared without a trace.

Yan Jiu remembered it in his heart.

Next, he first adapted to his body and abilities.

After becoming a sand walker, Yan Jiu retained [Fire Clothes] and [Avoidance], and gained two new abilities.

…

[Sand]

It is part of the sand.

[Rule Walker]

A stealth walker in the power of rules has a certain probability of stealth success.

…

Unlike the world of the Yao clan, in this desert sea called Yunzhong Temple, Yan Jiu can sense the power of sand.

This power is different from the power of gods. It is more rigid, messy and rough, and exists in the world in strange tracks that are invisible to the naked eye.

Yan Jiu observed the tracks of the power of rules in the desert, and suddenly a loud voice came from his side.

"Guests from afar, Yunzhong Temple welcomes you. I am the monk in charge of reception here."

He immediately turned his head and saw a huge fish head. The eyes with extremely wide spacing were staring at him, and the long fish whiskers extended to both sides. The fish mouth opened and closed, raising gusts of dry wind.

The fish head shaped like a sand dune was very friendly.

"It's been a long time since I saw a living sand walker here. It's really nostalgic... Do you have a lot of confusion?"

The monk in charge of reception showed a kind of enthusiasm that Yan Jiu had never seen before.

It told Yan Jiu about the past and present of this world, told him how the monk Huayun was erratic and walked alone in the rules, and told him how the sand walkers sneaked into the power of rules and ascended to other worlds to collect the fire of faith for the gods.

A burst of wooden fish sounded, and the incessant monk in charge of reception quieted down.

Yan Jiu waited for the voice to end before asking the monk: "Excuse me, Master Apostle, if I want to return to the Yao Clan world, what should I do?"

The catfish head's long whiskers gently raised: "This is not difficult. Sand walkers can cross the border by ascending."

So the monk taught Yan Jiu how the sand walkers in the past crossed the border, ascended along the power of rules, and arrived at another world.

"But you only have one chance."

The monk reminded: "If you fail, you will be locked and bound by the rules and will never be able to ascend again."

"But this is also the best opportunity, because now you have completed the transformation, and the power of rules has little effect on you... Many failed sand walkers want to wait until they are fully prepared, and then they are stuck by the rules."

Yan Jiu, who was still a little hesitant, made up his mind immediately.

Today!

Even if he failed, he tried his best.

Master Yao Shen gave him this precious opportunity, presumably to allow him to move forward.

How can he stop because of fear of failure?

As long as he returns to the Yao Clan world, he should have completed the initial trial given by the gods.

Yan Jiu followed what the monk said. When the next wooden fish sounded and the monks appeared, he turned into yellow sand and entered the border.

The monk waited for a long time, but Yan Jiu didn't come back.

The huge catfish couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Success?"

"It has been many years since a sand walker ascended. He is indeed the one chosen by the gods."

After a moment, it felt that this didn't seem to be a particularly happy thing.

Finally, there was someone to talk to. They just got to know each other, but the other party ascended.

The whole world became lonely again.

Just as the monk was swimming in the sand, Isabel appeared.

"Where is Yan Jiu?"

"Unfortunately, he ascended."

"..."

...

After a seemingly endless wandering, Yan Jiu re-condensed his body, and his scattered consciousness shrank into a whole again.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a strange world.

The sky here is gray, and in the dark clouds, many thin lightnings crawl in the dark clouds like silver snakes.

There are strange houses standing on the ground. They have wide and thick walls, but they are shaped like towers, and a layer of light green fireflies linger on the surface.

They don't look like the residences of the living, but more like the tombs of the dead.

After the successful ascension, Yan Jiu felt that he was much stronger.

Unfortunately, he failed to return to his hometown, but drifted to an unknown alien world under the power of rules.

Just as Yan Jiu looked around, a monster came out from under the stone house. It has a human form, but it crawls on the ground with all four limbs, roaring like a beast.

Facing the enemy, Yan Jiu turned into gravel and merged into the soil, disappearing without a trace.

Two years later.

Yan Jiu finally had a certain understanding of this world.

This place is called [Ghost Realm], a world of the dead. Living on this continent is a group of humans called [Funeral Clan], who can create [Black Tombstones], which are the tombs that Yan Jiu saw.

The black tombstone can accommodate many ghosts, who live in the tombstone and can control the tombstone to spray green [ghost fire].

Multi-layered black tombstones can also breed ghouls - the humanoid monsters that attacked him for the first time.

The god who rules here is called [Ghost God], and his power is unfathomable.

Yan Jiu turned into sand and secretly observed the ghost world.

He knew that the ghost god might have discovered him.

With his ability, he could not hide from a god at all.

Instead of hiding, it is better to show up openly. He must find a way to gain a foothold in this world and make a name for himself before he can survive. Otherwise, no one will care about what he says.

Yan Jiu's body condensed in front of a three-story black tombstone.

Outside the tombstone, three ghouls were gnawing on a pile of dead fish on the ground.

When he found the intruder, half of a giant skull emerged from the black tombstone, with ghost lights flashing in the dark eye holes, and the ghouls roared and rushed towards him.

This time Yan Jiu did not retreat again.

The old man just raised his right hand, palm facing up, and whispered in the Yao language: "Yancheng Yan Jiu, please teach me."

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