Global Game: I Have Portable Store

The white mist floats in the sky, dreamy and illusionary, with a floral fragrance, and colorful clouds drifting within it.

The more beautiful something is, the more bizarre it becomes.

Su Changxing stared at the hunched figure of Hu Huai’an not far in the white mist, following at a distance neither too far nor too close, silent, showing no signs of attack, just quietly tracking him like a hunter observing its prey.

Such situations can be terrifying, and Hu Huai’an felt uneasy, always thinking Su Changxing could attack at any moment, yet rationally understanding that Su Changxing couldn’t attack him because of the Heavenly Dao’s restrictions—no one can escape these boundaries.

"Why are you following me? If you want to fight, just fight!" Hu Huai’an couldn’t take it anymore, stopped, and shouted at Su Changxing, eyes filled with danger.

Su Changxing waved at him and smiled, saying, "I’m not following you; we just happen to be going the same way. Anyway, I can’t kill you, so what are you afraid of."

Extraordinates often have an almost instinctual reaction to danger. Obviously, Hu Huai’an sensed such danger coming from Su Changxing.

This kind of danger made him extremely agitated—he couldn’t shake it off, yet couldn’t actively resist.

[Daoist Tunyun: Tier Five, breathing like the sky and sea, capable of controlling everything about mist, evolved from the Divine Power of the Black Tortoise.]

Su Changxing also noticed that the Extraordinary System of the World of Heaven is heritage-based; it likely derives from previous powers and differs logically from their Extraordinary System.

One is based on oneself; the other on past powers.

As for which is better or worse, it’s hard to say.

More importantly, the World of Heaven doesn’t have a direct connection with the Doomsday Game. Essentially, they are like the Wizard World and similar to the Black Fog World.

This raises a question: why are the worlds surrounding Blue Star not covered by the Doomsday Game, yet Blue Star alone is, and previously turned into an ordinary world.

Feeling something amiss, Hu Huai’an waved one hand, causing more white mist to appear in the surrounding space, obscuring sight, rendering it blindingly white at a glance.

This didn’t affect Su Changxing much; he instantly locked onto Hu Huai’an’s position and followed him again.

Hu Huai’an’s speed increased; Su Changxing’s speed increased along with it as they dashed through the forest.

Yes, Hu Huai’an was fleeing, feeling a profound danger, a danger shadowing him, but not knowing where it came from or understanding it.

Suddenly, just as he lost the sense of Su Changxing’s presence, thinking the other had given up, a wave of weakness washed over his body. Then he saw rotten symptoms appearing on the skin of his hand, accompanied by pain and itching.

"Is this a plague?"

He couldn’t understand why, as an Early Saint, he was infected with a plague. As a cultivator of such cultivation, he should be immune to any disease, let alone a plague.

This is related to his powerful physique.

"It’s him." He could only think of Su Changxing’s methods, bypassing the Heavenly Dao’s surveillance.

But what kind of method could bypass the Heavenly Dao’s surveillance?

In the following seconds, the ulcers on his skin rapidly spread, as if accumulated for a long time and suddenly erupting.

"When?"

There had been no contact between him and Su Changxing; the other should have had no chance to infect him with this plague.

Then he looked around at the white mist, which was a tangible presence, pervaded with some unknown, subtle substance.

"But how could he manipulate his methods through the Illusion Mist?"

A sudden terror engulfed Huai’an; he knew the enemy was nearby but couldn’t detect his presence no matter what. Clearly within his own conjured illusions, there was no sense of safety.

He moved forward even faster, traversing the air with the help of the Illusion Mist, not slowing at all.

The body grew increasingly heavy, as if gradually burdened by weights, until he fell from the sky.

The plague continuously eroded his body at a slow pace. At this rate, he would eventually succumb to it.

Get out of here!

He now had one thought: leave this place, leave this world; if he could only return, everything would be manageable.

The position of the Sky-breaking Mirror was not far ahead; reaching that spot would mean he could go back.

But the further he moved, the slower he became; his body felt heavier. The flesh on his emaciated hand had completely decayed, revealing white bones, dripping with fresh blood.

Bang~

With a roar and the burst of flames, a silver bullet shot through the dense Illusion Mist, aimed at the back of Hu Huai’an’s head.

Instinctively, Hu Huai’an wanted to block it with all his strength but then thought this might be Su Changxing’s trick, so he only used a fraction of his power for defense to avoid triggering the Heavenly Dao’s limits.

The bullet collided with the barrier formed by the Illusion Mist, exploding, then continued its trajectory, piercing the barrier, and shot into Hu Huai’an’s body.

Suddenly, he realized this wasn’t a test; Su Changxing genuinely wanted to kill him as he grew weaker.

In his current state, he likely couldn’t defeat Su Changxing.

At this moment, he remembered many things, including death, terror, and the things he wished to pursue.

In a flash, as the sky filled with white feathers, a figure appeared before him, raising a scarlet scythe, slashing down at him from the front.

In that instant, Hu Huai’an’s spirit tensed completely, certain that if he didn’t parry this strike, he would surely die.

His eyes emitted golden light as he extended his left hand, pointing a finger towards Su Changxing. The surrounding light warped with the space, forming ripple-like patterns, as if covered by a layer of water, with sunlight casting distinct shadows upon it.

A giant finger formed of Illusion Mist pierced through Su Changxing’s body, much easier than expected, seemingly effortless.

"No, this is fake!"

He realized he was seeing an illusion.

The body of "Su Changxing," pierced through by the giant finger, shattered like glass and dispersed, spreading as white mist.

"Illusion Mist!"

Huai’an was startled as he realized Su Changxing had used the same methods, capable of manipulating Illusion Mist just like him, thus deceiving him and hiding in the surrounding mist.

In other words.

There were two different kinds of Illusion Mist in this space: one released by him, another by Su Changxing.

And he hadn’t realized this before, never considering that Su Changxing could use the same Divine Power.

Such a probability is too slim, so slim that no one could consider it, especially since both parties aren’t from the same world, operating within different power systems.

He quickly realized that Su Changxing had infected him with the plague through the Illusion Mist, like a frog boiled slowly in water, unaware.

From start to end, aside from genuinely firing one bullet at Hu Huai’an, Su Changxing never appeared again, coldly watching him from a position in the mist.

And due to Su Changxing’s extremely expert concealment abilities, paired with the mist, Hu Huai’an couldn’t detect his location at all.

"You possess the ability to steal others’ Divine Powers; this is a forbidden power!"

Hu Huai’an looked at the surrounding white mist, deeply altered, shocked at how far Su Changxing had exceeded his expectations.

The terror of such an ability is something to be imagined.

"Even if I die today, you won’t have it easy!"

Hu Huai’an’s expression turned wild, feeling his presence had been noticed by the world’s Heavenly Dao. He decided to abandon caution and drag Su Changxing down with him, going for a desperate gamble.

He formed a Dharma Seal with one hand, shouting, as the surrounding Illusion Mist boiled along, and the temperature in the space suddenly rose.