CHAPTER 333: CHAPTER 245: MASTERS RETURN TO THE JIANGHU_2

In just a blink, the previously lively ghosts turned to ash and disappeared.

And those items the opponents left on the ground, being cast iron objects, were corroded beyond recognition in this acid rain.

The demon saw this and became furious: "The weather forecast clearly said it wouldn’t rain today, so why the acid rain?"

It was beyond his understanding.

He trusted the weather forecast so much, yet still got betrayed unexpectedly.

"Brothers remaining, pick up your Luoyang shovels, expedite the excavation process, I have a feeling that the five-hundred-meter-long great sword inside this relic will soon be unearthed!"

"By then, I will traverse the world with this magic sword, not just the human realm, even the Divine Realm won’t be able to resist my five-hundred-meter magic sword!"

"By then, among the three realms, I can claim to be second, and no one will dare to claim first, hahaha!"

The demon laughed wickedly, hands on his hips.

"Lord Demon, it seems we’ve reached the blade position?!"

Suddenly a subordinate came to report the latest progress.

"So quickly found the blade, didn’t expect the progress to be ahead of schedule, great!"

Excited, the demon followed the subordinate to check.

But soon, upon seeing the state of the magic sword, he was dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

The magic sword turned out to be a broken sword!

No wonder the excavation happened early, because the broken sword was shorter.

The supposedly five-hundred-meter-long magic sword is now, due to being broken, only three hundred meters long.

A three-hundred-meter broken sword, what use is it?

Mind you, any mountain is taller than three hundred meters.

A three-hundred-meter broken sword can’t slice open a mountain, meaning Buddha’s Five Finger Mountain can suppress his magic sword.

Sun Wukong couldn’t escape the Buddha’s Five Finger Mountain back then, and he likely can’t escape either.

With this realization, the demon’s intended plan to rule the three realms instantly crumbled.

"No, it’s not time to give up yet!" Immediately after scrapping the plan, the demon restarted it.

Because he suddenly noticed, at the sword’s broken edge, a network cable appeared?

"Hmm? What’s this situation, a network cable?"

Upon discovering this, the demon quickly went to inspect, realizing that this supposed five-hundred-meter broken sword wasn’t truly broken, but a port, equipped with wan and lan ports, with a cable extending from the lan port into the sword’s interior.

Thus the demon deduced, this magic sword isn’t a real magic sword, but rather a large-scale building!

"What, didn’t expect this to be a building, and they left the router outside, aren’t they afraid of it being stolen or the network being hijacked?"

The demon found it baffling.

Arriving at the broken edge, he saw a door inside.

The demon lightly knocked on the door.

"Moshi moshi, is anyone there?"

"Please enter the password, press the pound key to finish." Unexpectedly, the door emitted Sister Zhiling’s sweet voice.

"Ah? Zhiling, you’re hidden inside the door?" The demon was actually a fan of Sister Zhiling’s, impulsively reaching out to grab the door.

He then pulled out a woman.

"What, you’re not Sister Zhiling?" The demon was surprised, misjudged.

"What Sister Zhiling? I’m the Artifact Spirit of this door, understand?" said the young lady.

Looking at the spirit, the demon said: "Mm, I understand."

"You want to get inside?" the Artifact Spirit asked.

"Yes, can I go in?" the demon asked, "Though the room looks small and might be cramped, I don’t mind."

The Artifact Spirit’s face turned angry, saying: "That’s not the issue, you need to enter the password to get inside!"

As an Artifact Spirit, she had principles, strictly following the owner’s set password.

"Then tell me, what is the password?"

"The password is 12345678," said the Artifact Spirit.

Upon hearing this, the demon’s expression shook, realizing this home’s owner was naive about the Artifact Spirit possibly leaking the password.

Ignoring the demon, he entered the password and went inside.

The scene before him suddenly dimmed.

"With a router already in use, they would still scrimp on a bit of power?"

"A light bulb is just 25 watts, using one all day hardly consumes a kilowatt, yet they even skip turning on a bulb?" he complained, really afraid he might accidentally trip and fall, tarnishing his reputation.

However, in the darkness, an annoyed voice retorted: "What do you think, a router uses much energy a day? Though the power is similar, most times it’s in standby mode, costs nothing really."

Upon saying this, the demon immediately turned toward the voice.

There, emitted the fluorescence of a computer screen.

The demon saw the man, an unkempt person scratching his foot.

Rubbing his fingers between his toes, then enjoying a smell under his nose, seemingly delighted, even shuddering with pleasure.

Perked up again, he furiously typed on the keyboard.

He was playing the game Toxic Milk Powder.

It’s an old classic game, rumoured to have launched when the world first opened, Pangu fell, sparking the godly conflict, all for playing this game.

Despite many expert players falling because of it, it became wildly popular, renowned for years without losing fame.

Seeing it’s an ancient game of Toxic Milk Powder, the demon’s expression changed: "To play this game, unless very skilled and wealthy, one must be an ancient high-level player, could it be you are..."

"Indeed, I’m an ancient high-level player!" the unkempt man replied.

The demon’s body shook, cold sweat streaming down his back, said: "Why does a top-level player bury himself in a relic, with your strength, you could clearly rule the three realms!"

"That’s because, after the ancient war ended, I couldn’t help but start playing the game, and couldn’t stop since, until now," the ancient player explained.

His explanation wasn’t ordinary, leaving the demon somewhat perplexed.

"As expected of an ancient high-level player, surviving tens of thousands of chaotic eras without eating or drinking is nothing."

"You might not understand the power of nuclear energy, in these eras, I’ve relied on bacterial fermentation for nuclear energy creation, to continuously produce power, otherwise, it’d be impossible to sustain this long."

"Then why not turn on the lights? You evidently use nuclear energy yet keep the lights off, isn’t that wasting resources?" the demon questioned.

"That’s for immersion, over countless ages, I’ve adapted to the darkness," he explained.

Minutes later, they sat side by side at the computer desk, playing Toxic Milk Powder together on split screens.

"Never thought I’d meet another with the same hobby," the ancient player said emotionally.

The demon showed a mischievous grin, said: "Why not put aside the computer, join me outside, in just days we’ll unite the three realms! Then, you can have countless young ladies to play the game with you."

Upon hearing this, the ancient player’s face lit up, said: "No wonder, these thousands of eras no lady visited me, because I’ve never left?"

"Could it be they don’t even know the great player was here?" the demon suggested.

Moved by the demon, the ancient player decided to return to the world.

His reemergence will cause a storm.

In those days, any player had to bow before him.

Without exception!

After inviting the ancient player from seclusion.

Rosen happened to arrive at the depths of the Underground Palace Tomb with Barefoot Immortal and Meng Die.

Seeing the relic mostly unearthed, the three became elated all at once: "Indeed, as anticipated, the one who pushed the demoness to the forefront was to secretly excavate the relic’s treasures, seems we’re a step late!"