This was a wonderfully beautiful world.
Survivors who came to this S+ rank instance to perform tasks all said so.
There was no calendar in the infinite loop because no one survived this world full of infinite horrors, thus no one could compare the calendar of this world with the calendar of the real world.
If one had to track the timeline, it would probably start from the time when the first S+ rank instance in the history of the infinite loop was opened, after Gui Guzi led his followers to rebel and failed, dying tragically in the S-rank instance Investiture of the Gods.
At that time, Gui Guzi had just died, and the prophecy he left behind became more and more loud. Almost all of the infinite loop survivors were urgently looking for the savior who could inherit Gui Guzi’s last will.
Before that, Gui Guzi was the spiritual pillar of almost all survivors. Under his leadership, everyone grouped together with goals and desires to survive. At that time, the infinite cycle world was unprecedentedly united and people were as close as brothers, helping each other for this common and unanimous interest.
One could imagine how big of a blow it was when their spiritual pillar collapsed.
Gui Guzi was a talented and generous leader. After he died in Investiture of the Gods’ Heavenly Dao’s ruling, those followers who could’ve survived couldn’t help but shed tears, looking up to the sky and lamenting, “The greatness is gone, the heavens should die!” And then brazenly threw themselves into the raging fire under the altar that conferred gods, ending up the same as Gui Guzi, their souls turned to ashes.
After learning of this news, it could be said to be a bolt out of the blue for the survivors in the infinite loop.
They were eager to find spiritual support again, an object of worship that could bear all their hopes.
It was also during this difficult time when the hearts of the people were unstable that the first S+ rank instance in the history of the infinite loop sent a nightmare invitation letter to all veteran survivors.
It was impossible to guess the specific rewards for this S+ rank instance. According to what Zhuge An said, at that time almost all of the veteran survivors brazenly decided to accept the invitation to enter this dangerous S+ rank instance.
It was precisely because of the unknown deaths of so many parties in this instance back then that very little of the prophecy and Gui Guzi’s leadership was circulated today.
What the little Devil transmitted to Zongjiu was the memory of a former survivor by Gui Guzi.
Once Zong Jiu came back to his senses, he realized that his current situation was like a bystander, unable to make a sound or intervene, and even unable to control his own actions. He could only passively receive this memory in the form of watching a 3D movie.
The opening scene was in a conference room in the infinite loop.
After receiving the nightmare invitation letter from the system, the remaining Gui Guzi party started a heated discussion.
None of them were the core group of old followers. The core group followed Gui Guzi to Investiture of the Gods and were buried there. The rest were just a couple of stray cats, unable to make much difference.
Someone asked worriedly, “Hong Lie, are we really going to enter that S+ rank instance?”
Zong Jiu, who was watching from a third perspective the whole time, was a little surprised.
Although Zhuge An had long said that it was very possible that the prophecy they were receiving now was not the most complete version, he did not expect Gui Guzi to be so powerful. Not only did he calculate that there would be a savior to inherit his unfinished business in the future, he even calculated that the savior would come from another world. This kind of ability to see through secrets was really daunting.
No wonder the system wanted to kill Gui Guzi. After all, the words of the first knife prophet are applicable everywhere.
“Teacher is eternal.”
In the end, the decision to accept the invitation was passed unanimously and without any opposition.
Zong Jiu glanced at the resolute eyes of these survivors and shook his head internally.
Standing at the next segment of history, he could naturally go upstream and know the final result of the last S+ instance.
In a total of five teams, even the weakest survivor was comparable to an A-rank trainee in the Thriller Trainee competition. Yet not a single one returned alive.
Compared with this, Zong Jiu was more concerned about why the Devil had this memory.
The Devil obviously came from the so-called “S+ rank instance”, and this event happened earlier in the timeline. Logically speaking, he shouldn’t know about it.
Soon, the scene in front of him changed again. So Zong Jiu could only bury this question in his heart and continue watching.
Survivors from five teams entered this S+ rank instance tremblingly.
The death rate of an S-rank instance was unbelievably high. Comparing the death rate difference between an A-rank instance and an S-rank instance, everyone was fully prepared.
But perhaps because of the blessing of faith, they were actually fearless.
Everyone knew in their hearts that Gui Guzi’s death had dealt a great blow to the survivors. If the prophesied successor could not be found quickly, the longer the delay, the more people’s hearts would be scattered. It would be better to continue their great cause while the land built by the predecessors had not completely fallen.
[The link to the system is complete, and there is no pre-plot in this instance]
[S+ rank instance “Perfect World” has been opened]
[Main task: Help the Holy City to elect the pope and complete the Holy Festival]
Unexpectedly, this S+ rank instance, which was now at the absolute top of the known instances in the entire infinite loop, had no pre-plot.
This was actually not a good thing.
Having a pre-plot was equivalent to giving the trainees psychological preparation, allowing them to get some necessary information contained in the instance’s background.
If there was no pre-plot, it meant that they could only get clues from the name of the instance and the main task released by the system.
However… Perfect World and the Holy Festival?
The members looked at each other, all of them puzzled.
“It sounds like a religious instance.” A senior member cautiously deduced.
After the system released the task, everyone found that the surrounding scene changed suddenly.
A majestic temple was located on the tall Mount Moriah. From a distance, they could only see the milky white clouds floating on the top of the mountain, like the sacred Olympus surrounded by mountains.
On the ground, the Holy City was squarely surrounded by high beige walls with carved exquisite and complicated reliefs. Tall sacred pillars stood around the Holy City, with a raging holy fire burning at the top.
Countless believers dressed in linen came from all over the world, pilgriming long distances to the Holy City step by step, worshipping every three steps. They traveled thousands of miles to the foot of the Holy Mountain, chanting the holy scriptures of the gods.
A woman in a white ceremonial robe and gold branches and jade leaves in her long hair stood barefoot in front of the yellow sand arch, with a welcoming smile on her face.
“This is Mount Moriah,” she sang softly, in a very strange, chant-like but strangely intelligible tone.
“Welcome, guests from a foreign land.”
…
They were told that the Holy Festival would be held in a month, so the survivors settled down in the Holy City.
Since this was a serious S+ rank instance, everyone was trembling and alert, for fear that some unexplainable supernatural beings would pop up in this Holy City.
After all, it was not a rare thing. There were so many horror instances that looked peaceful on the surface but were actually extremely dark inside. This kind of instance was actually more terrifying than those instances that forced people to suppress terror from beginning to end because no one ever knew when the gentle skin would be torn off.
The survivors didn’t stay in the rooms allocated to them by the priests. Instead, the five teams huddled together in the hall and slept on the floor to ensure maximum safety.
There were top psychics in the five teams, and there were also top Yin-Yang eye users. There were many people holding S-rank props and there was no shortage of talents.
On the first night, the survivors hardly closed their eyes and spent the whole night on guard against the movement around them.
They maintained such a high-intensity alert for three days, exhausting themselves, but they didn’t find anything unusual.
It wasn’t until the fourth day, when everyone looked back at the information, that they discovered something was wrong with this S+ rank instance world.
Although Mt Moriah where the survivors came to maintain the architectural model of the mythical era, in fact, the rest of the world was no different from the real world of the 21st century. The same water-blue planet had the same steel-framed skyscrapers in cities. Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, and London were also distributed with complex and dense social communities.
The only difference was that everyone in this S+ rank instance had faith, and the Holy City was the center of faith in the world.
Hundreds of millions of people believe in gods and prayed devoutly day and night.
The miracles that God performed on Mount Moriah were clearly recorded in their history books.
Believers took the seven virtues as their dogma, and everyone loved each other, as close as brothers.
There was no war, no poverty, no hunger, no discrimination or bullying in the world. Regardless of gender, skin color, appearance, language… everyone was a child of God, and all beings were equal.
What was even more surprising was that this world was really not malicious.
Everyone had good intentions. Human beings live in harmony with all creatures and there was no killing.
It took the survivors seven days to accept this fact.
Hong Lie lit the cigarette in his hand, looking worried, “This is a highly perfect plane, it can even be a higher plane.”
“Advanced horror instances are likely to be a small plane. S-rank instances are expanded upon, and S+ rank instances can only be more perfect.”
“Teacher once said that judging whether a plane is advanced or not depends on the difference between it and the real world. The higher the plane, the less special abilities it has. Our real-world plane is the most advanced plane space we have ever lived in. This S+ rank instance may be only a fraction worse than the real world.”
On the eighth day, the elders of the Privy Council of the Holy City suddenly invited them over in the early morning.
The survivors accepted the invitation of the NPCs full of doubts.
Zong Jiu floated behind the crowd and saw a little black-haired boy standing in the hall.
The difference was that the one that appeared in memory this time was the real little Devil who was only six years old.
This was a wonderfully beautiful world.
Survivors who came to this S+ rank instance to perform tasks all said so.
There was no calendar in the infinite loop because no one survived this world full of infinite horrors, thus no one could compare the calendar of this world with the calendar of the real world.
If one had to track the timeline, it would probably start from the time when the first S+ rank instance in the history of the infinite loop was opened, after Gui Guzi led his followers to rebel and failed, dying tragically in the S-rank instance Investiture of the Gods.
At that time, Gui Guzi had just died, and the prophecy he left behind became more and more loud. Almost all of the infinite loop survivors were urgently looking for the savior who could inherit Gui Guzi’s last will.
Before that, Gui Guzi was the spiritual pillar of almost all survivors. Under his leadership, everyone grouped together with goals and desires to survive. At that time, the infinite cycle world was unprecedentedly united and people were as close as brothers, helping each other for this common and unanimous interest.
One could imagine how big of a blow it was when their spiritual pillar collapsed.
Gui Guzi was a talented and generous leader. After he died in Investiture of the Gods’ Heavenly Dao’s ruling, those followers who could’ve survived couldn’t help but shed tears, looking up to the sky and lamenting, “The greatness is gone, the heavens should die!” And then brazenly threw themselves into the raging fire under the altar that conferred gods, ending up the same as Gui Guzi, their souls turned to ashes.
After learning of this news, it could be said to be a bolt out of the blue for the survivors in the infinite loop.
They were eager to find spiritual support again, an object of worship that could bear all their hopes.
It was also during this difficult time when the hearts of the people were unstable that the first S+ rank instance in the history of the infinite loop sent a nightmare invitation letter to all veteran survivors.
It was impossible to guess the specific rewards for this S+ rank instance. According to what Zhuge An said, at that time almost all of the veteran survivors brazenly decided to accept the invitation to enter this dangerous S+ rank instance.
It was precisely because of the unknown deaths of so many parties in this instance back then that very little of the prophecy and Gui Guzi’s leadership was circulated today.
What the little Devil transmitted to Zongjiu was the memory of a former survivor by Gui Guzi.
Once Zong Jiu came back to his senses, he realized that his current situation was like a bystander, unable to make a sound or intervene, and even unable to control his own actions. He could only passively receive this memory in the form of watching a 3D movie.
The opening scene was in a conference room in the infinite loop.
After receiving the nightmare invitation letter from the system, the remaining Gui Guzi party started a heated discussion.
None of them were the core group of old followers. The core group followed Gui Guzi to Investiture of the Gods and were buried there. The rest were just a couple of stray cats, unable to make much difference.
Someone asked worriedly, “Hong Lie, are we really going to enter that S+ rank instance?”
Zong Jiu, who was watching from a third perspective the whole time, was a little surprised.
Although Zhuge An had long said that it was very possible that the prophecy they were receiving now was not the most complete version, he did not expect Gui Guzi to be so powerful. Not only did he calculate that there would be a savior to inherit his unfinished business in the future, he even calculated that the savior would come from another world. This kind of ability to see through secrets was really daunting.
No wonder the system wanted to kill Gui Guzi. After all, the words of the first knife prophet are applicable everywhere.
“Teacher is eternal.”
In the end, the decision to accept the invitation was passed unanimously and without any opposition.
Zong Jiu glanced at the resolute eyes of these survivors and shook his head internally.
Standing at the next segment of history, he could naturally go upstream and know the final result of the last S+ instance.
In a total of five teams, even the weakest survivor was comparable to an A-rank trainee in the Thriller Trainee competition. Yet not a single one returned alive.
Compared with this, Zong Jiu was more concerned about why the Devil had this memory.
The Devil obviously came from the so-called “S+ rank instance”, and this event happened earlier in the timeline. Logically speaking, he shouldn’t know about it.
Soon, the scene in front of him changed again. So Zong Jiu could only bury this question in his heart and continue watching.
Survivors from five teams entered this S+ rank instance tremblingly.
The death rate of an S-rank instance was unbelievably high. Comparing the death rate difference between an A-rank instance and an S-rank instance, everyone was fully prepared.
But perhaps because of the blessing of faith, they were actually fearless.
Everyone knew in their hearts that Gui Guzi’s death had dealt a great blow to the survivors. If the prophesied successor could not be found quickly, the longer the delay, the more people’s hearts would be scattered. It would be better to continue their great cause while the land built by the predecessors had not completely fallen.
[The link to the system is complete, and there is no pre-plot in this instance]
[S+ rank instance “Perfect World” has been opened]
[Main task: Help the Holy City to elect the pope and complete the Holy Festival]
Unexpectedly, this S+ rank instance, which was now at the absolute top of the known instances in the entire infinite loop, had no pre-plot.
This was actually not a good thing.
Having a pre-plot was equivalent to giving the trainees psychological preparation, allowing them to get some necessary information contained in the instance’s background.
If there was no pre-plot, it meant that they could only get clues from the name of the instance and the main task released by the system.
However… Perfect World and the Holy Festival?
The members looked at each other, all of them puzzled.
“It sounds like a religious instance.” A senior member cautiously deduced.
After the system released the task, everyone found that the surrounding scene changed suddenly.
A majestic temple was located on the tall Mount Moriah. From a distance, they could only see the milky white clouds floating on the top of the mountain, like the sacred Olympus surrounded by mountains.
On the ground, the Holy City was squarely surrounded by high beige walls with carved exquisite and complicated reliefs. Tall sacred pillars stood around the Holy City, with a raging holy fire burning at the top.
Countless believers dressed in linen came from all over the world, pilgriming long distances to the Holy City step by step, worshipping every three steps. They traveled thousands of miles to the foot of the Holy Mountain, chanting the holy scriptures of the gods.
A woman in a white ceremonial robe and gold branches and jade leaves in her long hair stood barefoot in front of the yellow sand arch, with a welcoming smile on her face.
“This is Mount Moriah,” she sang softly, in a very strange, chant-like but strangely intelligible tone.
“Welcome, guests from a foreign land.”
…
They were told that the Holy Festival would be held in a month, so the survivors settled down in the Holy City.
Since this was a serious S+ rank instance, everyone was trembling and alert, for fear that some unexplainable supernatural beings would pop up in this Holy City.
After all, it was not a rare thing. There were so many horror instances that looked peaceful on the surface but were actually extremely dark inside. This kind of instance was actually more terrifying than those instances that forced people to suppress terror from beginning to end because no one ever knew when the gentle skin would be torn off.
The survivors didn’t stay in the rooms allocated to them by the priests. Instead, the five teams huddled together in the hall and slept on the floor to ensure maximum safety.
There were top psychics in the five teams, and there were also top Yin-Yang eye users. There were many people holding S-rank props and there was no shortage of talents.
On the first night, the survivors hardly closed their eyes and spent the whole night on guard against the movement around them.
They maintained such a high-intensity alert for three days, exhausting themselves, but they didn’t find anything unusual.
It wasn’t until the fourth day, when everyone looked back at the information, that they discovered something was wrong with this S+ rank instance world.
Although Mt Moriah where the survivors came to maintain the architectural model of the mythical era, in fact, the rest of the world was no different from the real world of the 21st century. The same water-blue planet had the same steel-framed skyscrapers in cities. Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, and London were also distributed with complex and dense social communities.
The only difference was that everyone in this S+ rank instance had faith, and the Holy City was the center of faith in the world.
Hundreds of millions of people believe in gods and prayed devoutly day and night.
The miracles that God performed on Mount Moriah were clearly recorded in their history books.
Believers took the seven virtues as their dogma, and everyone loved each other, as close as brothers.
There was no war, no poverty, no hunger, no discrimination or bullying in the world. Regardless of gender, skin color, appearance, language… everyone was a child of God, and all beings were equal.
What was even more surprising was that this world was really not malicious.
Everyone had good intentions. Human beings live in harmony with all creatures and there was no killing.
It took the survivors seven days to accept this fact.
Hong Lie lit the cigarette in his hand, looking worried, “This is a highly perfect plane, it can even be a higher plane.”
“Advanced horror instances are likely to be a small plane. S-rank instances are expanded upon, and S+ rank instances can only be more perfect.”
“Teacher once said that judging whether a plane is advanced or not depends on the difference between it and the real world. The higher the plane, the less special abilities it has. Our real-world plane is the most advanced plane space we have ever lived in. This S+ rank instance may be only a fraction worse than the real world.”
On the eighth day, the elders of the Privy Council of the Holy City suddenly invited them over in the early morning.
The survivors accepted the invitation of the NPCs full of doubts.
Zong Jiu floated behind the crowd and saw a little black-haired boy standing in the hall.
The difference was that the one that appeared in memory this time was the real little Devil who was only six years old.
