Atlas of Heaven and Man

At the very moment Chen Chuan entered the arena to watch the competition, on Qingding Mountain southwest of Central City, in the Mo Shrine, a young man with long arms and a headband was pouring a bucket of water drawn from the well into the stone vat in front of the temple.

His name was Du Geng, and on the betting platform, he was considered to be someone Wei Wusheng would save until the very end to kill.

Since going to the Rhinoceros Horn cruise ship, he had been staying here, never going anywhere else, as if the outside world's disturbances were irrelevant to him.

After filling the stone vat with water, he entered the temple and respectfully bowed to the statue above.

Mo God, this was a deity that had been introduced from abroad and had long been localized, but it was not a mainstream religion and had already declined. It might still exist in some remote corners abroad, but most places had long forgotten about it.

However, here in Central City of Jibei Province, a complete temple and religious tradition were still preserved.

This was thanks to the old temple priest here, who timely abandoned the old worship methods and spent decades transforming this place into a spiritual and psychological sanatorium for the upper class of Central City, indirectly preserving the incense offerings.

Du Geng was a disciple of this temple, having grown up here. However, his talent was the most outstanding. He had once actively participated in the arena competition and killed a Wu Yi extra-curricular student with body implants.

After the competition, he declined the invitation and returned to the mountain, but his performance that time was very amazing. As the most respected disciple of the Mo Temple, the resources of the Mo Temple were concentrated on him. He was even the next generation temple priest, and the temple priests of the Mo Temple in the past were all Third Limit fighters.

After so long, some people believed that he might have broken through the limit, so people on the platform generally believed that he would be a very important target for Wei Wusheng.

After worshiping the Mo God, Du Geng walked to the old temple priest, respectfully bowed, and said, "Teacher."

Although the old temple priest was already over eighty years old, apart from the large white beard on his chest, his face still looked like that of a forty or fifty-year-old man.

This time, he did not respond as usual, but turned his head to look outside the temple. After a while, he said in a steady voice: "Du Geng, a guest has arrived."

Du Geng couldn't help but look outside. He walked out of the temple gate and looked down the mountain, seeing a strong and tall figure walking towards the top of the mountain.

That person had an unusually strong physique, wearing a blue, loose-fitting practice suit with a wide belt around his waist, from which hung a hammer. Although his body was heavy, he gave people an unusually light feeling when he walked.

He stared at the person coming, knowing that as long as he defeated this enemy in front of the Mo God, his mind and body would be elevated to a new level.

The old temple priest also came out at this time. He said to Du Geng: "This is your battle. Remember, he is your biggest obstacle. Use him to break through your inner shackles and break the fetters on your body."

Du Geng firmly said: "Teacher, I have been waiting for this day for a long time." He paused and solemnly said: "I am ready."

The old temple priest said: "Take the medicine first, and then drink the Mo Water."

Du Geng gave a sound of acknowledgement, and immediately went to the side to take the medicine to stimulate his potential. His breathing gradually became rapid, and the muscles on his body swelled slightly, but as he adjusted himself, he quickly recovered.

This was a special medicine from the Mo Temple. Although it was somewhat stimulating, it was very suitable for his physique and caused less damage to him. As long as he took some soothing medicine after it was over, he could eliminate most of the side effects, and he would be fine after a few days of rest.

After taking the medicine, he walked back to the stone vat, picked up a gourd ladle from it, scooped up a ladle of water, and drank it up.

His hand was very steady, and not a drop spilled outside.

After drinking it, his eyes became much brighter, and he turned to stare at Wei Wusheng, who was walking up the steps from below, seemingly expecting something.

Wei Wusheng had already walked to the last section of stone steps, and was probably only thirty steps away from reaching the temple at the top of the mountain, but at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He suddenly lowered his chin, blocking the throat area, and then a small bloodstain appeared on his chin.

At the same time, he retreated backward, but his body paused. Only then did he realize that his left hand seemed to be tightly entangled by something, and he couldn't break free for a while.

He looked around and saw that there were thin threads crisscrossing, and these thin threads were connected to tiny insects hidden in the branches on both sides of the wide platform. These insects seemed to be able to fly quickly, and they wrapped the thin threads around the tree trunks on both sides.

He felt a strong threat, and decisively struggled backward, and half of his arm was cut off at the elbow and fell to the ground, but he also got rid of the encirclement in front of him.

But he only retreated a few steps before pausing again, because he unknowingly found that he was surrounded by this kind of thin thread, and it was still constantly tightening.

In just a short while, thin bloodstains appeared around his limbs and body. Those thin threads easily cut into his solid muscles, until they were blocked by the bones, and blood continued to seep out of the cut wounds.

And when they encountered obstacles, those insects quickly wrapped the thin lines around the branches and trunks. If he forcibly struggled at this time, he might encounter the same fate as his severed arm just now.

Du Geng watched as Wei Wusheng was surrounded, a smile spreading across his face. He descended the steps one by one, yet even as he passed through the areas filled with thin threads, the threads didn't cut him. Instead, they merely slid over his body.

He smiled faintly. These small insects were a type of alien creature that had existed in the Temple of the Unknown God since the Old Era. They were messengers of the Unknown God, specifically used to deal with Third Threshold combat experts.

Once entangled by these things, unless you were a believer of the Unknown God, it was impossible to break free. He didn't need to engage in a real fight with Wei Wusheng. At this moment, he only needed to walk up and end him.

He didn't feel any shame or guilt about this, because he was first and foremost a believer of the Unknown God, and only then a fighter. Using the power of the Unknown God to deal with enemies was perfectly reasonable. On the contrary, offering the life of a strong enemy to the Unknown God would make him feel closer to the deity.

As he walked down, he casually grabbed a metal spike with a handle from a nearby shelf, then slowly approached Wei Wusheng.

He stared at the man's bound body and said, "Your biggest mistake was coming here." He raised the spike, aiming it at Wei Wusheng's eyes. "I heard there's a large bounty on your head. I'll reluctantly accept it."

With that, he moved, swiftly thrusting the spike towards Wei Wusheng. However, with a '啪' sound, he was shocked to find that the sharp spike was firmly blocked by a raised palm.

He was momentarily stunned.

Feeling the powerful force, he was immediately horrified and desperately tried to struggle, but it was too late. As Wei Wusheng's intact arm tightened, a sound of bones breaking rang out. Du Geng's back and chest instantly pressed together, his eyeballs bulged, and blood spurted from his throat.

Wei Wusheng released his grip, and Du Geng slid softly down his body, falling between his feet. His cheek, turned to the side, rested on the cold stone bricks, and he made a mumbled sound, "How… how could this be…"

Wei Wusheng's gaze lowered, and he said casually, "The reason you could pass through those thin threads was because you relied on changes in the bio-field. It's a simple matter to change the field."

To a certain extent, Third Threshold fighters possess the ability to briefly simulate the bio-fields of others, but that requires their own field range to be large enough. However, his severed hand that had fallen earlier just happened to expand the field range, allowing him to quickly coordinate himself and change the expression of the field.

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"So that's how it is…"

Du Geng was filled with regret. If he had been more careful, or simply waited a little longer… But before he could finish his thoughts, a large foot came down from above. With a '啪 叽' sound, his head was crushed.

The old temple priest closed his eyes.

Wei Wusheng walked over, picked up the severed arm, and pressed it back onto the stump. Countless tiny, fleshy bud-like mutated tissues emerged from the cut surfaces on both sides. As the severed parts approached, they began to intertwine. After being attached, the external wound also slowly closed. Not only there, but the wounds on his body were also slowly healing.

After doing all this, he twisted his neck and headed towards the top of the steps.

The old temple priest slowly retreated into the temple, and behind him, several old men wearing the same priestly robes as him came out, all taking medicine.

Wei Wusheng acted as if he didn't see them, and came to the front of the temple. He looked at the surrounding scenery and said, "This place is not bad." Then, he reached out, took out the hammer, and stepped into the temple.

More than ten minutes later, he walked out, leaving behind bloody footprints where he passed.

After so much time had passed, the wounds on his body were completely invisible, and his original severed hand seemed to be able to move freely.

Just then, a voice sounded in his ear, "There are still…"

Wei Wusheng directly interrupted the voice, "I know there are, but those are all insignificant. There is only one person worth paying attention to."

Previously, Xiong Jianyi's mutated tissues grew rapidly and had a certain impact on him, even causing him to change his fighting style at one point.

But this was also a contest. In the battle for dominance between the two's wills, he gradually regained his dominance. Now he no longer had to completely follow Xiong Jianyi's will, but only needed to follow his own ideas.

The combination of the two people's mutated tissues brought not only a mixture of softness and strength, but also ushered in a new period of rapid growth for him.

The reason he hadn't shown his face before wasn't because he was afraid or trying to avoid those who had taken on the bounty missions, but because he needed to find a place to get through this period. Now he had basically killed those who were valuable.

At this stage, only the last bit of the power of the mind remained, waiting to be absorbed by him.

He needed greater stimulation to allow the mutated tissues throughout his body to ascend to perfection. Only with such a body could he face that hurdle.

Therefore, it was time to resolve the person who was hindering the final release of his mind.

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