Chapter 88

New Group Members

The light from the Great Insect Bridge cascaded like a galaxy, and Angel Yan stood in the void, her silver armor reflecting the dark energy flowing through her, displaying the majestic aura of an angel commander.

With a light tap of her fingertips, a dazzling star map was projected and spread out in front of her. The data stream from the sacred treasure trove of knowledge flowed rapidly under her eyes, methodically sorting out the information of various star regions.

Just then, the dark communication channel suddenly lit up, and Queen Keisha said in a majestic tone: "Yan, Death God Karl just sent a message saying that Morgana's demon legion is suspected of being active on Earth in the Chiwuheng star system."

"I order you to lead A-Zhui and Mo Yi to confirm this immediately. Remember, you only need to find their trail; there's no need to engage them in direct combat."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Yan bowed slightly, then led the two people beside her to change direction.

Target: Chiwuheng Galaxy!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan, leading two guardian angels, was about to cross the Great Insect Bridge to reach Pluto, just a second before she was about to take her first step.

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice abruptly pierced through layers of protection, ringing directly in her mind: "Ding! You have been invited to join the All-Heavens Chat Group. Do you agree to join?"

Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instantly entered a state of maximum alert.

She thought her own dark dimension had been invaded, and even suspected it was Morgana's doing.

With its Eye of Insight fully activated, the sacred code washed over every atom in its body like a torrential rain, thoroughly investigating everything from dark energy fluctuations to spatial rifts and traces of external intrusion.

But the result shocked her greatly. There was nothing unusual, no sign of intrusion whatsoever, and the source of the voice was impossible to trace.

This power is too strange; it can bypass the angels' sophisticated defense system and speak directly into the mind.

Without delay, Yan immediately shared her bizarre experience and coordinates with Queen Keisha.

A moment later, the Queen's analysis feedback was sent back:

"Yan, I also failed to detect any traces of intrusion in your system. This seems to be a kind of 'revelation' that transcends the existing rules of the universe."

You must immediately terminate the mission and return to the Angel Nebula. We must investigate this chat group at all costs; it may be a key direction for the future evolution of the Angel civilization.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After reporting back, Yan returned with Mo Yi, still puzzled. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, and he lightly tapped his finger in the air to agree to join the group.

With the Queen's support behind her, she, as a member of the Holy Left, feared nothing.

Yan's tone was filled with curiosity and inquiry: "To be able to attract the Queen's attention, I'd like to see just what you are."

……

Kama Taj.

Outside the room, morning mist swirled, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood. The Ancient One sat upright on the meditation platform, her fingertips lightly touching the Shield of Seraphin, which rippled with soft golden light, guarding the boundary of the dimension.

The Eye of Agamotto slowly unfolded, the Time Stone shimmering with a warm green light. Countless future threads intertwined before her eyes, forming a fine spiderweb, and the trajectory of destiny became clearly visible.

"It's finally here." She took a sip of tea, looking at the golden dialogue box reflected in the Eye of Agamotto.

Three weeks ago, she glimpsed a scene from the future in fragments of the river of time:

She leaned lazily against the beach chair, lightly swiping her fingertips across the void. The words "read but not replying" on the chat interface were particularly eye-catching; they were a wondrous creation that connected her to all the worlds.

At that moment, the familiar mechanical voice arrived as scheduled: "Ding! You have been invited to join the All-Heavens Chat Group. Do you agree to join?"

Gu Yi remained calm, his own timeline had already collapsed, and he could continue to deduce the future.

She picked up the cup of tea beside her and took a sip, letting the Time Stone explore the countless possibilities related to the group chat.

As the mechanical voice repeated the invitation for the seventh time, she lightly tapped the void with her fingertip, causing ripples in the river of time and unfolding 230,000 possible future storylines. A bald man wearing a slingshot was typing in the chat box: "Newcomer's Photo"—

That alone was enough for her to confirm that it was the best choice for her.

She could clearly see the various behaviors of the group members in the messages she left behind. Some people were casually making jokes, while others were curiously probing. Everyone's character was clear at a glance.

She put down her teacup, looked at the smiley face made of tea stems at the bottom, a faint smile playing on her lips. As she raised her hand to agree to join the group, she murmured to herself, "Retirement countdown, updated to 378 days. Finally, something new to enjoy."

……

The moonlight over Tushan Mountain was as clear as water, the bamboo leaves rustled in the evening breeze, and a faint aroma of wine wafted from a secluded bamboo grove.

A young fox-eared girl with well-developed pectoral muscles was lying sprawled on a thick layer of withered leaves, her four legs in the air. She was holding a wine jar that was taller than herself, her cheeks flushed with drunkenness, and her furry ears drooping down.

She was Tu Shan Ya Ya in her youth.

At this moment, she was squinting at the moonlight shining through the tree hole, muttering in a spoiled and aggrieved tone: "Sister Honghong... you promised to practice magic with Ya Ya, but you went to deal with the Tu Shan matter again... you bad guy..."

And Rongrong, I'm clearly the older sister, but when you all came back from the mountain, you were all older than me! I hate you!

Clearly, young Ya Ya doesn't realize that the Tu Shan chief, who only knows how to use violence, is completely incapable of handling political affairs. Perhaps she will only truly understand the heavy burden Rong Rong carries when she takes the reins in the future.

Ya Ya had a peanut curled around the tip of her tail. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, a crisp mechanical voice suddenly exploded in her mind:

"Ding! You have been invited to join the All-Heavens Chat Group. Do you agree?"

"Huh?" Ya Ya suddenly sat up.

In her world, this was her sister's usual method of communication.

She thought that Sister Honghong had noticed her drinking secretly and had come to "catch" her.

The little fox instantly bristled, shoving away the wine jar in its arms. With a "thud," the jar rolled to the ground, splashing wine onto a patch of grass.

She huffed and puffed out her little paws, scratching wildly at the air, her voice soft and sweet yet tinged with a hint of arrogant shrewishness:

"Sister Honghong! Ya Ya knows she was wrong, she shouldn't have stolen your treasured drink! But... but she wanted to help you out!"

She gestured wildly at the air, her tail frantically coiling into a ball, but found no scolding as expected; only that mechanical voice kept looping in her mind.

Ya Ya tilted her head, finding the "message talisman" rather amusing.

She stretched out her chubby little paws and tapped randomly on the bizarre and colorful interface in the void, all the while trying to find excuses for herself:

"The wine jar fell over by itself! It has nothing to do with Ya Ya! Besides... besides, Ya Ya is a great demon now, what's wrong with drinking a little wine!"

Seeing that "Sister Honghong" still didn't reply, Ya Ya started to panic.

She cautiously approached the shimmering light, sniffing the air. She didn't smell the familiar fragrance of her sister, but instead, there was a... crisp, cool scent.

"Huh? Not Sister Honghong?" The doubt in her eyes turned into curiosity, and she gently tugged at the edge of her tail as she spoke in a soft voice.

"Then who are you? If you can help me call my elder sister over, I'll treat you to the spirit wine from the Endless Wine Jug..."

As she spoke, she waved her small hand and directly clicked the prominent "【Agree to Join Group】" button on the interface, still thinking to herself:

"Anyway, whatever it is, let's add it first. This is Tushan, and with my older sister here, she's not afraid."

……

Inside the mortuary, the morning mist had dissipated, and the sun was high in the sky, casting dappled light and shadow on the camphor tree leaves in the courtyard.

The Ren family's butler had just come by and confirmed tomorrow's itinerary with Uncle Jiu outside the mortuary.

Mr. Ren wanted to host a banquet at a newly opened Western-style restaurant in town to serve him Western tea and, incidentally, to consult him about the feng shui of his ancestral graves.

After Uncle Nine agreed, the steward respectfully withdrew without stepping into the mortuary. It was obvious that the steward felt the mortuary was unlucky.

Ignoring these mundane matters, he turned and strolled back to the main room, the only room without a corpse, his gaze falling on the gift box wrapped in red silk on the table.

This is a gift from the Qian family's son, presented a few days ago as a formal apprenticeship present.

The rich man's son was eager to cultivate Taoism. At first, Uncle Nine was unwilling, but he couldn't resist the other party's generous offer, so he had worldly thoughts and accepted him as a disciple.

After accepting the apprentice, Uncle Nine did not treat him perfunctorily, but specifically instructed him to come to the mortuary at 5 a.m. every day to practice his morning lessons.

Young Master Qian readily agreed at the time, but starting the next day, he became late every day.

The first day it was a quarter of an hour late, the second day it was half an hour late, and today, an hour has passed, but the figure has not even been seen.

This is clearly a constant test of Uncle Nine's bottom line, treating the apprenticeship as a joke.

Uncle Nine sighed, his fingertips tracing the silk, his mind made up: "So be it. Since he has no interest in the Dao, this master-disciple relationship ends here."

"For cultivators, the most important thing is their character; fate and destiny cannot be forced..." He sighed softly, opened the camphor wood box, and fifty large yellow croakers inside gleamed in the morning light. "I will return the gift money and pretend that I never took this disciple."

He was getting up to pack his bags and return the money to the Qian family.

Just then...

Countless indistinct shouts suddenly erupted:

"Master!" "Shizun!"

In the fragmented footage, figures dressed in Taoist robes and wearing mecha armor kneeled all over the mountain gate.

Uncle Nine staggered and grabbed the corner of the table. The ink line snapped with a "crack," and the peach wood sword automatically drew three inches from its sheath.

As the sword's cry pierced the illusion, he immediately focused his mind, biting his tongue and spitting out a mist of blood: "What kind of inner demon dares to disturb my Dao heart!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a mechanical voice suddenly boomed in his mind: "Ding! You have been invited to join the All-Heavens Chat Group. Do you agree to join?"

Uncle Nine stared intently, and the title "Master of All Realms" came into view. At the same time, the Three Pure Ones statues on the incense table seemed to turn their faces and their gazes fell on the chat box that only he could see.

His expression was solemn, and he tried to deduce the answer with his fingers but to no avail. However, he knew that in this era that was about to enter the end of the Dharma, the extraordinary was the opportunity to transcend the mundane.

Uncle Nine pondered for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

……

"Ding! Welcome to the chat group for 'The Holy Left with a Lot of Trash Talk'!"

"Ding! Welcome to the chat group for 'The Rogue Monk Who Wants to Retire'!"

"Ding! Welcome to the chat group for 'Who Says I'm Not a Vixen'!"

Ya Ya had a peanut curled up at the tip of her tail, and was about to put it in her mouth when a crisp, mechanical voice suddenly exploded in her mind: