"boom"

A colorful mushroom cloud is rising slowly, and among the gorgeous colorful clouds, endless light and heat are blooming, spreading the endless power.

"Oh, this poor child, I don't know what kind of existence he has messed with again this time."

Less than a hundred steps away from the mushroom cloud, a middle-aged human-shaped existence put down the golden book in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the direction of the explosion. On his body, the spiritual light of the Aofa condensed, just like the essence, countless gorgeous runes flashed like stars in the sky. The light, heat, impact, radiation that was close to him could not even make his clothes fluctuate at all.

"Mistra is down, ahem." (The arcane hates the goddess of magic, the more extreme arcane, and even hates all the gods)

After the dust settled, a half-human and half-ghost image appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

This is not a living person, just because there is nothing else on his body except for less than half of the burnt bones and a few pieces of clothes embroidered with runes. Only the soul fire that is still burning in most of the head can make people know his identity, a lich.

"Teacher Eorim, I'm going to trouble you again."

He respectfully gave a mage ceremony to the middle-aged man, and in front of the middle-aged man, the lich humbly said.

"Well, this operation is over? I'm going to find you, Chen Ping." said the middle-aged man.

The soul flame in the lich named Chen Ping's eyes beat violently, and from the message sent by Eorim, he felt something strange.

"After so long, do you still remember your greatest wish?" Eorim said calmly.

"Teacher, are you talking about the earth?" Chen Ping's soul flames burned, like a bright torch, representing how excited he was at this moment.

Yes, he was not an indigenous person of this guardian, but one of the many time travelers on the earth. He was lucky because when he came to this world called Torrell, he got the template of the mage, but he was also unfortunate because he got nothing except the template of the mage, but instead suffered the greatest misfortune. He was rejected by the original will of this world!

A mage is indeed powerful, but the mage in the world of Torrell, especially the low-level mage, is fragile. After several fierce battles that threaten life, his mage was finally destroyed and could no longer be used. At the critical moment of life and death, perhaps whether it was a great success, he was able to meet an consciousness clone of Eorim and was fortunate to get his guidance, using a corpse of a spirit-sucking monster as a template to transform himself into a psychic lich.

After all the hardships, Chen Ping made the most important choice in his life. He devoted himself to Eorim's disciple and handed over his life box to the other party, becoming the most loyal disciple of the former great arcane. He did a lot, such as representing the psychic or the sucking monsters, participating in bloody battles. He even became enemies with the messengers, priests and the Templars of the gods in the continent of Feren, and made a great reputation, which led to the arrival of the divine clones and bombarded him to the scum. But even the gods did not have the ability to seize his life box from Eorim's hands, so after several deaths, he was always reborn.

It was just now that he had just escaped from the pursuit of a divine clone and felt the summoning of Eorim and returned here.

He has indeed made all his loyalty to the Psychic Lich King, and even his deepest wish has not been hidden at all, that is, he hopes to return to the earth and take another look at his hometown before he falls into eternal rest.

"My best disciple." The Psych Lich King looked at his best disciple and his most capable subordinates gently and said: "The war with those gods has lasted for thousands of years, and has made some people, including me, understand something, that is, it is impossible to realize the glory of the past again with our strength alone. Over the years, I have been communicating with other planes through the Alliance of Wizards, and not long ago, I have received valuable news."

Chen Ping's soul fire calmed a little, and he listened carefully to the instructor's narrative.

"A projection of mine touched a powerful man from the Earth plane, who had almost no less power than me." Eorim's voice increased a little:

"He is not a god, but an existence called a saint. The power he possesses belongs to a completely different system of the gods of Torrell. I think you may have heard of his name, his name is Fuxi."

Chen Ping's soul fire jumped again, and all his attention was concentrated.

"I talked with him for a long time and reached a deal." Eorim said: "It is said that he and some saints who created the earth world have built a structure similar to the city of Falcon City, called the Infinite World. These saints hid some of their belongings in this infinite world, which are powerful items that are no less than the artifacts in the world of Torrell. And my deal with him is to try to help descendants of the power he represents to win in this competition. As the consideration of the transaction, he will agree to help us fight against the gods of Torrell and recreate the glory of our arcane masters in the past. And you are my choice!"

"Dear mentor, please tell me your instructions." Chen Pingqiang said with his own excitement.

"Remember your past experience." Eorim laughed, "You know that when a soul enters another crystal wall system, it will be paid attention to by the will of the plane, but your soul originally has the characteristics of the crystal wall system to which the earth belongs. After studying your soul, I found that as long as I twist a few rules, I can hide the original consciousness of the infinite world. Mr. Fuxi will hide the arcane's template and the spirit-sucking monster-sucking template into the rules of that space, so that you will not be rejected by that plane. I think, with your wisdom, you should understand what to do."

"Of course, my respected teacher." Chen Ping's soul fire flashed violently.

"Very good, you can make some preparations."

"Yes, my teacher, I have some questions about arcane and psychic energy." Chen Ping asked all the questions he encountered, and it took a few days to pass quickly.

"You are better than I think, my disciple." Eorim sincerely praised the calm disciple. When facing his greatest wish, he was able to calm down and ask so many questions, this disciple was the only one who could calm down.

He took out an obsidian jar, which was Chen Ping's life box. In order to avoid spy on the root consciousness, he had to re-compatible with his soul.

"Teacher, I swear to the Styx with my real name, I will not let you down." He made another promise to the person who came to this world and gave him the most help.

"When you arrive in that world, neither the Styx's Oath nor the True Name Vow can restrain you anymore, but I am still very happy. You can say this, I believe you, it's always been, that's fine." Eorim laughed.

Countless talisman cultures made a huge magic circle. Chen Ping stood at the center of the magic circle with an obsidian jar. Eorim's body blurred for a moment, divided into twelve clones, and stood at the twelve nodes of the magic circle.

To control powerful psychic spells that cross the plane, the father of Netherri and the king of psionic lich also need to show all their strength.

After a long chanting, a bright soul light shot into the sky under the ring of hundreds of runes. Looking at the half of the bones in the array, Eorim gathered them with great care. They were the relics of his beloved disciples, and they were also important items that he could contact with them. Of course, he would not use them easily.

"Super Demon, alien plane casting, Iorim's consciousness swallowed." This is the adjusted psychic spell of the psychic lich king. It can erase the consciousness of a biological soul under the premise of determining the coordinates and replace it with a soul. The target soul must be in an ignorant state, and the intensity must be lower than the spiritual power of the caster after plane loss and the soul to be replaced.

The next moment, Chen Ping's consciousness woke up.

Instead of opening his eyes, he still looked like he was sleeping. Before "wake up", he needed to find the news he needed from the other party's memory.

The original owner of the soul whose self-consciousness was a young fat man. He graduated from a third-rate university in the Celestial Empire. After graduation, he lost his job and became a resident creature with a weight of more than 100 kilograms, his ordinary family background, and an unremarkable face. He made him hit walls everywhere in society, and eating and waiting to die was the most realistic portrayal of his life. Until one day, a sentence popped up on his computer.

"Do you think about the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live?"

Maybe I was really tired, and the fat man was a little curious and lost consciousness after clicking yes.

Chen Ping flipped through the fat man's ordinary memories and found another paragraph.

"This is a game, and it's no longer a test of who created this game, maybe it's the gods, maybe it's the demons, more likely it's aliens or future humans. They put a choice in the city and feel confused, and feel that they are in front of decaying people. When they choose this game, they will be sent to various horror movies and experience the test of survival and life.

"Yes, you are the one with the best quality among the people who came this time." A cold voice came.

"This is Chinese, I finally heard my native language again."

Chen Ping's soul was so excited that the psychic lich had no vocal cords. His conversation with others was mostly done through direct communication of psychic energy. Hundreds and thousands of years later, when he heard his mother tongue again, even though the voice of the speaker was a little hoarse, he still felt a sense of joy.

Breathing, heartbeat, and flesh-and-blooded body made Chen Ping not plan and could no longer pretend to be asleep. So he tried to urge his throat, made a lazy sound, opened his eyes, and looked at the scene around him.

"Ah, blood, flesh, bones, I felt that I finally became a human again, hahaha..." Chen Ping laughed wildly in his heart.
Chapter completed!