Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1204 - 14: My Dreams Soar Freely (Part 2)

Of course, describing it this way might be a bit crude.

Another way to put it is like a giant, holding a long spear thrusting towards the sky, but at the moment of the thrust, both he and his weapon were petrified, becoming a statue standing on the earth.

The harshness of the environment at the peak is difficult to describe in concrete language.

Anyway, with Wang Yunxiao’s language proficiency, it’s impossible to describe. It’s like having eaten a mushroom hotpot with friends from Yun-Gui, drank homemade wine from a briefcase, and then went through a roller coaster bungee jumping combo.

The main feature is dizziness.

The dimensions of time and space here blend together like hot pot dipping sauce, and the human brain simply cannot adapt to this dimensional distortion.

Through intense dizziness and suffocation, Wang Yunxiao struggled to open his eyes, only then vaguely seeing the silhouettes of several other peaks beyond the distant horizon.

"Are you okay?"

Zeng Yun looked at him as if looking at a monster.

Wang Yunxiao replied irritably, "Do I look okay?"

Do you believe I might puke all over you right now?

"That’s not what I meant, considering..."

Zeng Yun hesitated for a moment, then chuckled dryly, "When the senior who guided me up here that year did so, I didn’t know how many days I had been unconscious. Your performance is way better than mine back then."

Wang Yunxiao retorted angrily, "Why didn’t you say so earlier!"

"No matter how I described it to you, it’s nothing compared to experiencing it personally, right?"

The Garrison Soldiers Dharma Gate works that way.

When it comes to things that can use muscle memory, there’s no need for the brain.

Seeing Wang Yunxiao still a bit disgruntled, Zeng Yun spread his hands and said, "There are things you might not experience, but I can tell you about them. For example, the difference between the Yulin Forbidden Army’s forming array method and that of the Rampaging Colonel."

"When you met me earlier, didn’t I seem ridiculously powerful?"

"But I’m alone, without a military base behind me. Can you guess where my strength comes from?"

Wang Yunxiao turned his head to look at the shadows of distant peaks, lost in thought.

"That’s right, the Yulin Forbidden Army doesn’t need the forming array support of ordinary Garrison Soldiers."

Zeng Yun nodded and said, "All Yulin Forbidden Army are within the same formation. The mountain we’re on is the array’s core. And this formation’s name is called the Motherland."

The Garrison Soldiers are the children of good families, while the Yulin Army is the descendants of loyal and good men.

In the past, Emperor Wu of Han recruited the orphans of fallen soldiers into an army called Yulin.

The Yulin Forbidden Army is directly under the highest central command of the nation, enjoying the best welfare, the best weaponry, and unsurpassed loyalty.

To die for the country? Is that okay?

Asking the Yulin Forbidden Army such a thing is an insult to them.

At this moment, the seven most powerful Yulin Forbidden Army in the world are personally guarding this barbaric land unknown to ordinary people, behind them lies the tranquil life of families with lights.

In front of them is an indescribable terrifying catastrophe sweeping across the entire timeline.

The powerful force Wang Yunxiao had sensed from Zeng Yun earlier wasn’t solely his. It was the formation formed by all seven Yulin Forbidden Army, creating this unbreakable defense line.

Zeng Yun’s unwillingness to duel him was simple and straightforward—he simply didn’t have extra strength to waste on trivial school skirmishes.

"Look over there, you can see it more clearly standing here."

Following Zeng Yun’s gaze, Wang Yunxiao saw a gray sky curtain above, obscuring over half of the Milky Way.

The skies of every Outer Dimension are almost like this.

Gray, indistinguishable between day and night.

But here, indeed, you can see more clearly.

It was like a sandstorm coming head-on across a desert, seemingly about to engulf the entire world. Except that what was wrapped in the storm wasn’t sand, but countless shattered fragments of time and space.

"Spectacular, isn’t it? When you advance to the Yulin Forbidden Army in the future, you’ll have to deal with this regularly. But seeing you are so skilled, experiencing it in advance isn’t a bad thing."

Zeng Yun laughed and said, "I said before, I would take you to a place, and here it is. If you can go in, make a round, and come out alive, consider this confrontation your win."

Actually, I don’t really want to win that much.

Wang Yunxiao pouted, asking softly, "What’s inside?"

"Everything."

Zeng Yun chuckled, "Money, beauties, fame, status..."

"Huh?"

Are you sure you’re talking about the Great Tide, and not sending me to some Otherworld?

Wang Yunxiao thought for a moment and asked, "I can go in no problem, but how do I get back?"

Not to brag, ah yes, among us, there’s no need to brag.

We Garrison Soldiers don’t have the skill to open a Teleportation Gate.

That’s the Chess Herald’s divine skill.

"This mountain is right here."

Zeng Yun shrugged, "When you see this mountain, you’ll naturally find your way back."

"I’ve read little, so don’t try to fool me."

"What fooling, that’s how I came back too."

"How long did it take you for a round trip?"

"How would I know? In here, the concept of time doesn’t matter."

Wang Yunxiao wanted to ask more, but Zeng Yun, taking advantage of his carelessness, gave him a strong kick right on the butt.

"Off you go—!"

"Hey, damn it, you dare trick me..."

Kicked off the mountain peak, Wang Yunxiao didn’t fall downwards.

Despite the gravity being many times stronger, making it hard just to walk, after jumping off the peak, he was uncontrollably flying toward the sky.

Who knows how long passed.

Zeng Yun’s last words weren’t wrong, in this bizarre place, time held no meaning.

In the endless fall, Wang Yunxiao even relaxed enough to take a nap.

When he woke up, his head hit the wall with a thud.

Stumbling around for a long time, he finally steadied himself, rubbed his forehead, and looked around, finding himself seemingly in a vast city.

The streets were shrouded in an ominous fog, eerily silent.

It felt like being back on Lanton Street.

But it was just a feeling.

Wang Yunxiao raised his nose, sniffed, and realized the air had a familiar smell.

Hmm... isn’t this the smell of the rust gas from a Liuyun Rifle?

Looking around at this gray foggy environment, he suddenly understood.

He had always been curious about the composition of the highly lethal rust gas the Liuyun Rifle was equipped with.

He finally found the answer here.

This wasn’t fog.

The entire city was immersed in this rust gas.

Or to put it the other way around.

This was a "rusted" city.

Damn, I didn’t bring a gas mask!

Though he knew in his heart it was probably useless, out of a comforting mindset, Wang Yunxiao still tore his shirt and wrapped it around his face, covering his mouth and nose.

The Special Service Bureau never said rust gas was a harmless inert substance, he didn’t want to get marinated by it.

The buildings on the street were chaotic and disorganized, impossible to tell which country or era it was from.

There were honest old brick and tile houses, and there were concrete high-rises that seemed out of this era.

Broken cars, shattered window glass... nothing looked inhabited, more like an apocalyptic wasteland style.

That’s redundant, isn’t it the apocalypse!

Wang Yunxiao looked up at the sky.

Mountain? Where’s the mountain?

Damn Zeng, you’re such a bastard!

Covering his mouth and nose, walking aimlessly on the street, Wang Yunxiao looked around, having no idea how long he walked, unable to tell direction or see an end in sight.

He suddenly noticed something and bent down to pick up a book from the ground.

It was a comic book.