Ignoring the voice of the fatty who wanted him to stay, Feng Lin turned off his identity microchip and broke the connection with him. He then walked out of his room.
Right now, his family was staying in a luxurious suite on the top floor of the Feng Clan Grand Building. The space was huge and extremely comfortable.
Among them, there was even a virtual room with the most advanced virtual biological cabin on Earth installed.
Feng Lin laid there and connected his consciousness. Data flowed like a waterfall before his eyes.
At the next moment, his consciousness entered the virtual universe and appeared at the place where he had logged off previously.
Virtual minor world, Mythology Planet, Purple Cloud Palace!
Feng Lin opened the interface and entered the fatty's ID. "Marshal Tiangang!"
He silently cursed in his heart.
(You gave yourself such a virtual ID. No wonder you want to walk on the Zhu Bajie mythological path!)
The name he gave was only one word different from Marshal Tianpeng.
It seemed like a coincidence, but it was already destined by heaven's will.
Zhu Bajie was proficient in the Tiangang Thirty-Six Transformations. The two words "Tiangang" also matched up with his name.
Feng Lin looked at the interface and discovered that the fatty was already online. Clearly, he was afraid that Feng Lin wouldn't contact him and had been waiting for a long time.
Feng Lin smiled. With a wave of his hand, a strand of Primordial White Qi appeared in his palm. He sent it through a long-distance mail and left a message. "This item is a token to enter the Mythological Genes Association. Primordial White Qi can only be used for a day!"
Di di di!
The fatty replied with a thankful and surprised mail. "Thank you, Master Hongjun. I'll be there immediately!"
His tone was hurried and urgent.
In the virtual universe, as long as one knew the coordinates, it would only take an instant to travel a distance of ten million miles.
Very soon, Feng Lin sensed that the fatty had appeared outside the Mythology Planet. He wanted to enter but was blocked by the world barrier, unable to do so.
Feng Lin's body changed and returned to his original appearance. A clone of Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared at his original location.
This Mythology Planet was a virtual world that Feng Lin had created himself. He had supreme authority and as the creator, he was almost omnipotent.
It wasn't difficult to create a clone at all.
As the leader of the Mythological Genes Association, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had to maintain an otherworldly demeanor. He couldn't ask some unimportant questions.
Feng Lin could use his original body to become a member of the Mythological Genes Association and communicate with the fatty normally. He could conduct all sorts of transactions without any worries. He could also maintain the lofty image of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Why wouldn't he do it?
"Master Hongjun, please let me in!" Fatty shouted from the outside.
Feng Lin smiled. The clouds naturally parted as he went out to welcome them.
"You are …" Upon seeing Feng Lin's true appearance, Fatty didn't recognize him and was taken aback.
"I'm a member of the Mythological Genes Association, Wukong. Dao Ancestor Hongjun asked me to come and fetch you." Feng Lin smiled. When he looked at Fatty's attire, he felt as though his dog eyes were blinded.
This fatty was covered in a suit of metal AI armor, and he held a three-meter-tall staff in his hand. His entire body was covered in jewels and glittering golden light.
His entire body was indescribable, and there was only one word that could be used …
Rich!
He was so rich that he was inhumane!
The Samsara Staff from the Naruto world, the Iron Man suit, the One Ring from the Lord of the Rings world … Every one of them was a top-notch piece of equipment in the virtual universe.
If these virtual equipment were converted into Star Coins, they would be worth tens of millions of Star Coins.
Even though the virtual universe was already humanity's second universe.
However, very few people were willing to spend money to buy so many precious virtual items in there.
This could only mean one thing. This fatty was really rich, super rich!
He didn't even blink when it came to spending star coins.
At this moment, in Feng Lin's eyes, this fatty's entire body was simply made from shining star coins.
"Wukong?" When Fatty heard these two names, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. He instinctively felt that these two seemingly ordinary words seemed to contain some sort of deep profoundness, making it hard for him to understand them.
(You don't recognize me, but I recognize you!)
Seeing that he was perplexed, Feng Lin secretly laughed.
(You are walking on the Pigsy Mythological Path, while I'm walking on the Sun Wukong Mythological Path.)
(In the future, after we enter the Mythological Genes Association, we will be a combination of monkey and pig. We must cooperate well!)
Feng Lin didn't reveal any of this in his heart.
"Come with me." He calmly spoke. The clouds on Mythology Earth naturally parted, forming a cloud ladder that extended out step by step.
Fatty didn't mind it too much.
As a star magnate, he was already used to having his own territory in the virtual universe. There was nothing to be surprised about.
What he was concerned about was that this virtual world was called Mythology Earth?
This point was too thought-provoking.
He lowered his head and looked at the many buildings on the azure planet. He discovered that the scenery was completely different from the ancient planets.
The architectural styles on each continent were very different. There were the richly ornamented buildings of the Huaxia Mythological System, the Gothic style buildings of the West, the pyramids of Egyptian Mythological System … There were all sorts of mythological styles.
Fatty came from a prestigious clan in the interstellar space and had extraordinary judgment. He discovered that these buildings were of the same origin as those excavated mythological ruins. They didn't seem to be fake.
Could it be that this Mythology Earth was a reconstruction of the Earth of the Mythological Era?
How was this done?
Too much mythological knowledge was missing, and the inheritance had long since been severed.
How did the Mythological Genes Association obtain such valuable knowledge?
Fatty's breathing hastened.
How deep was the foundation of this Mythological Genes Association? Could it be that they were hiding the secrets of the various mythological systems?
He felt that he had discovered a heavenly truth.
If he could join this Mythological Genes Association, he would have struck it rich!
Ordinary people wouldn't even have the chance to know about such an unfathomable hidden power. To think that he would have the chance to join it?
Hahaha!
I, Zhu Tiangang, have been unlucky for twenty-five years. Finally, my luck has turned for the better!
After becoming an interstellar cultivator, I can even join this mysterious power and obtain the mythological path of a paragon god or devil. This damnable heavens are truly showing favor to me, Old Zhu!
Seeing the look of joy on his face, Feng Lin silently laughed at the side.
The scenery on Mythology Earth contained the profoundness of ancient myths and legends. Those who were knowledgeable would understand the meaning behind it with a single glance and would be greatly shocked.
Hence, the more this was so, the stricter the criteria for the Mythological Genes Association to recruit members. This was to prevent those with ill intentions from prying into it.
Ever since the establishment of the Mythological Genes Association, Feng Lin had already thought it through. This organization would definitely walk the path of elites.
He would rather kill a thousand innocents than to let in a rat sh * t.
As the cloud layers dispersed, Fatty's eyes opened wide.
Outside the world, chaos exploded as an ancient violet-gold dao palace appeared. Auspicious clouds and auspicious qi could be seen everywhere.
Above the dao palace, there was a signboard with the words "Purple Cloud Palace" written in ancient Huaxia words.
An old man with an ancient appearance and a sage-like demeanor sat on a praying mat. Who else could it be other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
"Sit!" Hongjun didn't open his eyes as he calmly spoke.
Fatty knelt on a praying mat and bowed deeply.
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