Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Great Qin Empire, Xianyang Imperial City, outside the city, Gold Mountain Monastery.

This is a small temple, with only seven or eight monks in total.

The elderly abbot looked at the little novice sitting under the Buddha statue, his gaze filled with satisfaction.

The little novice was only four years old, an age when children are often disliked, yet he could calmly recite scriptures. Truly, he was born with a Buddha nature, a son of Buddha in the Buddhist Sect.

The Hundred Schools of Thought contended in the Great Qin Empire, and although Buddhism was a foreign religion, it was not discriminated against.

However, the concepts preached by Buddhism were accepted by few Daqin people, so Gold Mountain Monastery had few worshippers and not many believers.

In the temple, besides eating vegetarian and chanting, the monks had to support themselves, tightening their belts to get by.

This little novice was a Buddha's son sent by the heavens to Gold Mountain Monastery.

As an infant in swaddling clothes, he floated down the river, finally landing on the bank outside Gold Mountain Monastery, where he was picked up and given a small name, Jiang Liu'er.

Gifted from an early age, he could walk at six months and speak at one year old. By four, he had read all the Buddhist scriptures in Gold Mountain Monastery, and his understanding of Buddhist law was no less than that of the abbot of Gold Mountain Monastery.

The abbot could already envision that after he passed away in a hundred years, Jiang Liu'er would surely inherit the foundation of Gold Mountain Monastery.

For Jiang Liu'er, the gaze from the abbot behind him had long become inconsequential. At this moment, he was immersed in his own sea of consciousness, chatting idly with some mysterious existence in his mind.

"Old Xi, this isn't right, not right at all. Are you sure this is truly the Journey to the West World? Am I really that Tang Seng?"

In Jiang Liu'er's sea of consciousness, he kept muttering incessantly, while in the center of his consciousness, a Rainbow light cluster was stationed.

"Brother Zang, this system would never make a mistake! This is indeed a hundred percent the Westward Journey World! And you have seized and fused with Jiang Liu'er's consciousness, becoming Tang Seng!"

The voice from the Rainbow light cluster was exceptionally certain.

"Then tell me, why is this the Great Qin Empire?!

Wasn't Tang Seng supposed to be from the Tang Dynasty? Also becoming the imperial brother of Li Shimin!

But now? This is the Qin Dynasty!

Established by the Ancestor Dragon Emperor Ying Zheng's Great Qin Empire!

An Immortal Cultivation Dynasty that has existed for over eight hundred years!

Tell me, what the hell is Immortal Qin?"

Jiang Liu'er rambled on, his mentality completely collapsing.

Upon arriving in this world, his life had been too tragic!

Through a one-shot journey with Old Xi, he became an infant in swaddling clothes, still floating in the great river.

After being picked up by the old abbot, because of Gold Mountain Monastery's poor state, where they couldn't even perform well, he could only have vegetarian meals every day, and only two bowls of porridge a day at that.

He's just a kid!

Worse still, although he had seized and fused with Jiang Liuer's consciousness, there was a great power dormant within his soul!

That's right, it's Golden Cicada!

This disciple of The Buddha, who cultivated for an unknown number of years, was now sealed and sleeping within him.

If the seal were to break, with Golden Cicada's powerful Spirit, wouldn't he be instantly devoured?

Even if the seal isn't broken now, once the Journey to the West ends, The Buddha would surely break the seal, and then it's death!

Worse still, Old Xi brought him smuggling through worlds, terribly damaged, still having to fully conceal his aura to avoid being detected by the Heavenly Dao.

Who let Jiang Liu'er be the calamity taker of the Westward Journey World?

Constantly watched by the Heavenly Dao, any mishap, and surely the Eye of Heavenly Punishment would come knocking, striking him with Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, destroying him utterly!

"Brother Zang, in the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens, countless parallel worlds of Journey to the West exist, as long as the general direction doesn't change, a few minor inconsistencies are perfectly normal."

I am the Buddha Ancestor System, originally intended to lead you to develop on the Cultivation Plane, who knew we'd encounter a time-space turbulence, arriving in such a strange Journey to the West World?

Even more excessively, I even sensed the aura of a peer system here, its presence like an abyss, clearly a peer big boss of my clan.

If I dared to mess with the big boss's cake, getting killed or crippled would surely be possible!

Ever since entering this world, Old Xi nestled in Jiang Liu'er's sea of consciousness, not daring to cause even a ripple, fearing attracting the Heavenly Dao and system bosses of this world.

"Still talking about the general direction, if no solution is found soon, I'm afraid I will soon pass away!"

The Westward Journey won't exceed fifty years, he, an impressive transmigrator with a system cheat, originally had a glorious future, and now?

"Brother Zang, why don't you join an Immortal Sect and cultivate, as long as within fifty years, you can cultivate to the Taiyin Golden Immortal level, you can reverse devour and absorb Golden Cicada's Spirit."

The system's functions are seriously damaged and can no longer assist the host in cultivation, so everything depends on the host himself.

"Damn it! Within fifty years, cultivating from nothing to a Taiyin Golden Immortal, can this be achieved by an acquired being?"

Jiang Liu'er cursed, wishing to strangle this unreliable Old Xi.

"In the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens, many such figures exist..."

"Scram!"

"Alright then..."

"...@￥#%..."

Jiang Liu'er was mad with rage but had no choice but to desperately think of ways, he didn't want to be devoured by Golden Cicada.

To save himself, at the very least, he needed to obtain some very advanced cultivation techniques.

The Great Qin Empire already belonged to a Cultivation Dynasty, with many Immortal Sects. Even within Gold Mountain Monastery, there were some basic cultivation techniques, but the people in the temple could not even fill their bellies, how could they support a martial monk?

To cultivate, cultivation technique, money, land of treasures, these are all indispensable.

So, first, he needed to earn money, to make Gold Mountain Monastery prosperous. Only after being well-fed and prosperous can they afford to buy all kinds of spiritual medicine to aid cultivation.