bayedsolid Chapter 386 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 7
Chapter 386 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 7
Chapter 386 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (7)
And what I used to support the laurel tree was actually Xuanming's surfboard! How could this be?
As soon as he finished speaking, Ran Cang strolled in, a candied hawthorn dangling from his lips.
The candied hawthorn skewer in her hand was made of frost, but the skewer suddenly broke the moment she entered the room.
A candied hawthorn skewer fell to the ground, and the sugar residue spelled out the Chinese character "危" (danger) on the table.
"This……"
Ran Cang's eyes widened in surprise.
Before she could react, Sui Si's muffled groan came from behind her.
Everyone turned to look and saw that the Heavenly Fire in Sui Si's hand had gone out of control, burning the fried egg into a black hole, sizzling and emitting eerie black smoke.
The five immortals gathered at the Arctic Abyss, sitting around the diagnostic array replicated by Sui Si, the atmosphere heavy.
Their magical artifacts seemed to have conspired together, collectively going on strike and behaving very strangely.
The sword of judgment, which is usually a solemn and sacred symbol, is now leisurely chopping scallions, making a rhythmic "clack-clack" sound.
The Frost Soul Compass no longer displays the mysterious constellations, but instead spins out a gluttonous snake pattern, which is both funny and frustrating.
The War God's halberd remained stuck in the dough-rolling mode, as if it had been frozen in place.
The moon wheel knife only peels apples, spinning lightly on the apple;
Xuanming's surfboard was even more outrageous; it was used as a baby walker, wobbling and moving on the ground.
"The way of Heaven is simplifying us."
Sui Si's expression was solemn. The Heavenly Fire in his hand suddenly turned into the flame of an induction cooker, weak and unstable.
"Like a forgotten god in a storybook..."
His voice was low and tinged with a hint of helplessness.
Only then did everyone realize that his silver hair was getting shorter at a visible rate, as if the life force was being drained away little by little.
Seeing this, Ran Cang hurriedly reached out and grabbed his brother's hair, exclaiming in surprise:
"Wait! You're here..."
She gently plucked a strand of white hair, and the hair turned into a stream of data that dissipated into the air, like a fleeting bubble.
Ran Cang hurriedly used the Frost Soul Mirror to reflect the scene, and the truth reflected in the mirror was horrifying—the bodies of the five immortals were being pixelated, as if they had become blurry images in a virtual world.
Xuanming raised the Three Lives Stone in terror, upon which the believers' new prayers appeared:
"May the God of Exams bless me; I, the faithful woman, am willing to offer three years' worth of milk tea as a sacrifice..."
His voice trembled, tinged with anger and disbelief:
"They're treating us like electronic pets! It's ridiculous!"
Upon hearing this, Si Zhanxingjun became so angry that his face turned red. He picked up his halberd and rolling pin and slammed them hard on the ground, sending flour flying everywhere.
He roared, "What kind of behavior is this!"
We are dignified gods, how can we be treated like this?
In order to uncover the truth, the five immortals carefully ventured into the River of Faith in a children's rocking car made from a surfboard.
They had expected to see a dazzling galaxy of wish-powered stars, but the scene before them was a complete surprise.
Countless emoticons and emojis floated on the river, colorful yet utterly absurd.
Their idols have been modified into chibi-style figurines, cute in appearance but having lost their former majesty.
The figurines either blinked their big eyes or made funny faces, as if mocking their predicament.
"look at this!"
The Moon Goddess, with her sharp eyes, scooped up a pink wishing bottle. She opened it, and found it filled with notes purporting to wish for some sweet moments between the Minghan CP (a popular pairing in the game).
As everyone looked over, they saw the corresponding statue automatically playing a face-shaping mini-drama, the scene so sweet it gave them goosebumps.
The Moon Goddess was so angry that her face turned red. As a result, her divine power was mixed with ten tons of industrial saccharin, making it sickeningly sweet.
"What the hell is this!"
The Moon Goddess stamped her foot angrily and said, "We're not a couple at all. What are these believers thinking?"
Just as Ran Cang was about to comfort Si Zhan Xingjun, the halberd in his hand suddenly transformed into a cheering stick and automatically shouted:
"Protect the best warrior in the world!"
Si Zhanxingjun covered his mouth in horror, but his body moved uncontrollably to dance a girl group dance.
It turns out that believers from a parallel world are supporting him, and his divine power is being drawn to this absurd faith.
"It's a dimensional reduction in the form of belief!"
Sui Si's face was gloomy. His heavenly fire condensed into a firewall, attempting to resist the chaotic power of faith.
"Humanity is using fragmented entertainment to diminish divinity; our existence is being..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ran Cang suddenly covered his mouth and used the Frost Soul Mirror to reflect the scene at the bottom of the river.
At the bottom of the river, there was a giant water pump, which was the "using desire to control desire" device they had previously used to resolve the crisis.
At this moment, however, it is frantically devouring the power of faith, emitting a loud "buzzing" sound.
The five immortals slumped wearily onto the beanbag chair in the Arctic Abyss, their hearts heavy.
They all stared at Ran Cang's bookmark, where the automatically updated plot had changed to:
[A Guide to Re-employment for Unemployed Gods]
"I will never go to a comic convention booth!"
"I am angry," Si Zhanxingjun said, his halberd turning into a selfie stick as if mocking his situation.
After a moment of silence, Sui Si suddenly started cooking a hot pot with heavenly fire.
The ingredients in the hot pot tumbled and released an enticing aroma. He picked up a slice of fatty beef, drew a talisman on the Frost Soul Mirror, and said:
"Since divine power originates from faith, let wishes be fulfilled in reverse."
His eyes were firm, revealing a hint of determination.
The following day, a series of strange and wondrous phenomena appeared in the Three Realms.
The God of War figurine suddenly assigned military exercises to its followers. The originally cute figurine became extremely serious and directed its followers to carry out various drills.
The real-life Fairy of the Moon Palace emerged from under the bed of a CP fan to check homework, startling the CP fan into a panic;
The turtle at the wishing well started assigning KPIs to people, which was both funny and exasperating.
The electronic temple pops up an anti-addiction system, limiting the time believers can spend making wishes;
The battle robes, aprons, and pain armor automatically played the Great Compassion Mantra, its sound echoing in the air.
Xuanming's surfboard stirred up a cyber giant wave in Guixu, sweeping all the electronic devices of the slacker believer into the vortex.
The frost-covered soul of the Azure Sky froze all the "hahaha" comments along the internet cable, instantly silencing the online world.
The rampant heavenly fire is burning away the virtual incense, purifying this chaotic environment of faith.
When the last emoji statue was transformed into the "Complete Laws of the Three Realms," the Five Immortals' divine power suddenly surged.
Before they could even rejoice, they were all shrunk into chibi-style figures, small and cute, but having lost their former imposing stature.
However, this seemingly brief period of calm did not last long.
A crisp yet startling "crack" shattered the delicate atmosphere—the Frost Soul Mirror had cracked.
The crisp sound of breaking seemed to be the prelude to the collapse of the entire world.
Ran Cang stared in horror, her knees buckling as she knelt heavily before the shards of ice crystal scattered on the ground.
Her gaze was fixed on the Arctic abyss reflected in the mirror, the familiar scene now twisting wildly.
The wind chimes on the eaves seemed to be under a strange spell, instantly freezing into individual pixel blocks.
From the cracks in the jade bricks, a stream of viscous, nauseating code was seeping out, like the tentacles of a monster, spreading wantonly.
Ran Cang was extremely anxious, his hands trembling as he tried to use his divine power to repair the broken Frost Soul Mirror.
However, the moment her fingertips touched the mirror, she was horrified to find that her fingertips began to become transparent, like a thin veil, gradually losing their solidity.
Through the transparent back of that hand, she could clearly see Sui Si not far away.
He was being mercilessly devoured by the heavenly fire, and his once jet-black and lustrous silver hair now appeared particularly glaring under the ravages of the heavenly fire.
"No, how could this happen..."
Ran Cang muttered to himself, his voice filled with helplessness and despair.
"do not move!"
The Moon Goddess rushed forward and pressed her hands firmly against the trembling arm armor of the War God.
The protective mirror embedded in Si Zhan Xing Jun's chest seemed to have gone out of control, continuously spewing out endless flour.