Chapter 1: So Many Immortals! (Part 1)

In less than a second, countless explanations flashed through Chongchong's mind. By the second second, her only thought was to escape. The pain in her backside had long ceased to matter; at this moment, preserving her life was the top priority

In front of her was a bamboo forest, the color of which she could not clearly discern, whether it was purple or not. A magnificent waterfall, shimmering with silver light, appeared before her. On both sides of the waterfall, there were narrow mountain paths that wound their way into the forest. Uncle Ha had instructed her to go left, but she followed Uncle Ha, who was still flying, and went to the right.

She did not know whether she was in a dream or an illusion, whether she was dead or alive, nor did she understand if she was in a different world, a magical kingdom, heaven, or hell. This uncle seemed to be the only person here, appearing quite amiable, so she felt compelled to ask him for clarification. How could she let him just leave like that

Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly felt a small shadow rush towards her with great speed and urgency. She could not see what it was at all and instinctively dodged quickly.

Shouldn't there be fairies in heaven? Then who is this one

She had never seen such a scene before. Occasionally, she encountered brawls in bars, where the most that happened was the flying of bottles and furniture. But the situation now was life-threatening. In her panic, she could not discern the direction and only saw a row of large stones not far ahead, arranged in a semicircle, which appeared to be quite safe. Thus, she decided to escape there first. However, as soon as she pushed off the ground, she felt something furry under her hand, which startled her greatly. She quickly withdrew her hand, and her body, losing its support, fell heavily to the ground. In her panic, she could not discern the direction and only saw a row of large stones not far ahead, arranged in a semicircle, which appeared to be quite safe. Thus, she decided to escape there first. However, as soon as she pushed off the ground, she felt something furry under her hand, which startled her greatly. She quickly withdrew her hand, and her body, losing its support, fell heavily to the ground.

Oh my!

But in this biological state, can it really fly that high and that fast? Although a chicken can flap its wings a bit, it cannot truly fly! This dead thing has caused her to fall twice; it really deserves to be thrown onto the stone steps to be crushed by the stones. But never mind, she, Yao Chongchong, will repay malice with virtue, as a person of high moral character!

There was no fighting among them; instead, they all gestured and pointed towards the sky. Some appeared very anxious, some had expressions of anger, and others were gritting their teeth. In short, they all seemed very excited, somewhat resembling the patients in a mental hospital doing morning exercises during their outdoor time. The shouts came from their mouths, while the sound of gongs came from the air.

So this is what heaven is like

Uncle Ha said that this place is dangerous and urged her to leave quickly. Could it be that a gang fight is happening outside? Shouldn't she leave quickly then? But where should she go? Although she does not want to get involved in the fight, shouldn't she find someone to ask for advice?

The insect lay on the ground, instinctively looking up.

She winced in pain, kneeling on the ground with her arms wrapped around her chest, wishing she could bang her head against the floor. Looking beneath her eyelids, there was a small yellow creature that resembled a chick that had just hatched not long ago. Its body was round and plump, with short wings, and at that moment, its two orange-red little claws were stretched out straight, its eyes tightly closed, as if it were dead

In an instant, she thought that a rainbow had shattered and scattered across the sky, for all the beautiful colors she could imagine surged into her view at the same time: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, shimmering gold, deep black, bright silver, and tile blue. The entire sky resembled a grand palette, so beautiful that it was beyond description

The mountain path was narrow and rugged, with countless steps going up and down. I could see Uncle Ha's figure flickering in and out of sight in the air, while the insects desperately followed behind, running so hard that they nearly lost their breath several times. It felt as though we had almost circled half the mountain before finally seeing the spacious exit ahead, at which point Uncle Ha's figure dropped down and disappeared.

Uncertain how much time had passed, just as she was about to doze off from boredom, she suddenly felt a heavy jolt beneath her, followed by a very soft sensation. She quickly opened her eyes and discovered that she was sitting in a patch of flowers, located in a remarkably beautiful valley.

Looking up, one sees that the weather is exceptionally clear, the sky is as blue as a fragile piece of glass, with not a single cloud in sight, how could there be thunder

The man was momentarily taken aback, as if he had been startled awake by her, and he looked at her with a strange expression. At that moment, a sudden thunderclap erupted from the sky without any warning, as if someone had cleaved the heavens with an axe, startling both of them.

The insect was thrown into a state of confusion, and after focusing for a long time, it finally realized that outside the mountain path was a vast open space where many people were standing, approximately two to three hundred in number, both men and women, the vast majority of whom were quite young. They were all dressed in identical gray ancient garments and had their hair tied up, but some had red, green, white, black, or purple borders on their collars and cuffs, seemingly distinguishing each other by the different colors of their attire.

My Meow | Meow !

How wonderful it would be if she could scare herself to death, at least it would be a more creative way to die. Yet, even this could not be as she wished; her throat became hoarse from screaming, her limbs ached from flailing, but she continued to fall and fall, without stopping for a long time, as if the cliff were bottomless, destined to pierce through to the other side of the Earth. Eventually, she simply let go completely, comfortably flying in mid-air, as deep as her love was, so deep it was!

The end of the world

She stood on the last dozen stone steps, leaning against the mountain wall, breathing heavily. She heard the chaotic shouts and the sounds of clashing weapons from outside the mountain path, as if many people were engaged in a brawl.

My bottom

Uncle Ha! Uncle Ha! Please stop! Uncle Ha! Have a heart!" She shouted into the air, but Uncle Harry Potter seemed not to hear her at all and completely ignored her. With no other choice, Chong Chong could only keep her head held high, shouting and chasing after him.

She feels pain, she bleeds; this proves that she is not dreaming, nor is she hallucinating; she is not a ghost, but a real person. So where is this? Where exactly has she arrived? But no matter where this is, please do not let her become the center of contradiction; she has already suffered enough, and now her life hangs by a thread. This request should not be too difficult to fulfill

Harry Potter? ! Could it be that the handsome English boy will evolve into a Chinese person when he grows up

Fortunately! Fortunately! She managed to escape. Huh, where does that sweet scent come from? It smells delicious, she thought with pride. However, she forgot that there was a type of green vegetation called moss on the stone steps, which was said to be very slippery, and the outcome was predictable. She did not know how many degrees she had rotated in the air, feeling the sky and the ground continuously alternating before her eyes, her bones and flesh being jostled by the stone steps in turn, until she finally landed face-first in the dirt at the foot of the mountain path.

The insect initially intended to ignore it, but for some reason felt that this little creature might not be dead. Moved by a moment of compassion, it grabbed the insect and tossed it into the double-shoulder denim backpack on its back. In that instant of grabbing it, a vague sweetness wafted from the insect, and it suddenly recognized that this little chick was the culprit that had flown by just moments ago, causing her to tumble down the stone steps.

"Miss, this place is dangerous, please leave from the back mountain quickly." Before the insect could respond, the uncle spoke first, his tone very gentle

Suddenly, a large iron bar flew overhead, sweeping across the sky and forcefully embedding itself less than a foot away from Chongchong, startling her greatly. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pitch-black sword, which, after burying itself halfway into the ground, continued to tremble incessantly, emitting a low, whimpering sound, occasionally flashing with a yellow light, as if it were alive. Just as Chongchong was still in shock, the sword shot up with a whoosh, soaring into the air.

After leaving the Purple Bamboo Forest, turn left. The uncle said again, and then ignored the little bug, suddenly swinging his hand and riding the broom into the air.

Uh—me—

The rainbow seemed as if it were about to fall from the sky, with its myriad colors wildly darting about, while various sharp and piercing sounds echoed in the air. Some resembled the friction between metals, others sounded like glass scraping against glass, and still others were akin to the frantic yelps of an animal whose tail had been stepped on. Accompanying these sounds, stones of various sizes tumbled down the surrounding cliffs, crashing into one another and striking the ground, stirring up clouds of dust and sand, creating an astonishing spectacle

She only needs to not be noticed by others

Computers have dominated the world

Alien War

An object falls one meter, and its weight is multiplied by three! Based on this time and distance, it is quite certain that she would end up as a pile of meat patties

In her attempt to reach the fastest speed possible, Chong Chong crawled on all fours to the row of stones. Instinctively, she reached back to touch her left hip. Although she could no longer feel any pain, her palm was still stained with blood through her white three-quarter pants, indicating that something had evidently pierced her left hip muscle. However, she could not afford to worry about this minor injury at the moment. She curled her body into a ball and silently prayed to the heavens, Guanyin Bodhisattva, God, and Allah.

"Uncle?" she called out tentatively

She let out a cry, leaped up, and pressed her hand against her lower back, yet she did not dare to touch the source of the pain. Large drops of tears squeezed out of her eyes, and through her blurred vision, she suddenly saw a person standing on the other side of the flower bushes, staring at her in astonishment

A horror film! It must be a supernatural phenomenon

Yao Chongchong has recently been experiencing a streak of misfortune, which has unfortunately kept her awake. However, it was not due to an aviation disaster; rather, she pushed inappropriately at a certain point and fell from a cliff.

It is said that when an airplane disintegrates in the air, passengers who are ejected and die instantly are the luckiest, as they do not have to endure the prolonged experience of rapid descent, nor face the fear of confronting death

She was lost in thought, unsure whether she was alive or dead, or perhaps in a state of half-life? Was she dreaming? Or was death truly that simple? But wait—beneath her, in the expanse of softness, there was a tiny yet extremely hard unknown object pressing against her left hip. As she became aware of this discordant situation, a sharp, knife-like pain shot from her left thigh straight to her forehead, and every pain nerve in her body instantly came alive

Clones attack

In a hurry, she wiped away a tear and saw that the person across from her, separated by flowers, was a man, approximately in his forties, with dark skin, dressed in a gray coarse cloth ancient outfit. He was not tall but quite strong, and although he had a bit of a scruffy beard, his face appeared rather kind. At that moment, he was bending down gently holding a pink flower, while in his other hand, he awkwardly held a broom.

The insect stared in astonishment at the uncle who was flying in mid-air on a broom, the shock and confusion in its heart overshadowing the pain and discomfort in its body. It noticed that he was not flying very high or very fast, so it disregarded everything else and hurriedly chased after him.

We are about to get rich, we are about to get rich! Before our eyes, there are either golden stars or silver stars