Weaving through the forest, Zhang Wei quickly encountered a second treasure chest.
"You slice my head with a knife,
Yet you weep beside me when I die."
Another riddle!
So obscure!
How could anyone think of this in such a desperate situation?
Enter the Treasure Hall!
Utilizing a time dilation of fifty times, a great deal of time could be saved!
But as soon as he entered the Treasure Hall, several colossal figures had already appeared above the main hall, pointing and marveling at the magnificent buildings.
Zhang Wei floated into the sky, and a few of them introduced themselves as usual.
"I am the Lord of all Extremes, the boundless expanse that rules the Savage Universe, my name is..."
"I don't care who the hell you are!"
Zhang Wei interrupted him directly. Time was too precious now; he had no time to chat with them. They were all going to die anyway!
With a wave of his hand, the endless furnace flames within the hall surged out. In his spiritual world, Zhang Wei could summon these flames without limit. To summon them into the real world, he needed to act as a bridge, and the quantity was ultimately limited by his physical condition.
Zhang Wei didn't hesitate and directly summoned a massive fireball the size of the moon, a thousand kilometers in diameter, enveloping them completely and burning them fiercely.
Wails erupted continuously. They couldn't comprehend how physical matter could be used to attack within the spiritual realm, and how "food luck," which should have been immune to material attacks, could actually be harmed by ordinary flames.
If the number was small, it would be manageable, but if their true forms entered... but these were all "ifs." They could only thrash about in the flames, and the scale of these flames was entirely within Zhang Wei's will!
Even flames the size of Earth, the Gourmet Earth, or even stellar-level flames, were merely a thought away.
Here, Zhang Wei was invincible!
At this moment, Zhang Wei suddenly had an idea. He used intense flames to drive this group of ancient gods together, transmitting his voice: "You slice my head with a knife, yet you weep beside me when I die."
"This is a riddle. Answer it, and I will let the one who answers correctly live!"
"What is the answer?"
"Answer me!"
There were even more ancient gods this time, more than twenty in total, each with a different appearance, but all were invariably tall, majestic, and solemn!
But in Zhang Wei's flames, these high-and-mighty gods were in disarray, their curses unending.
Just then, a humanoid god cried out, "Onion, it's an onion!"
Slice my head, and you weep when I die...
Onion...
Damn it!
That makes sense!
Zhang Wei stopped the flames, confined these beings, and left the Treasure Hall, entering "onion" into the answer panel.
*Sizzle~*
The gate opened!
Indeed, the answer was onion.
The interior was identical to the previous one. Zhang Wei took the golden apple from a pillar. Before he could even unscrew it, a prompt sound rang out.
[Collection Complete: Golden Apple]
[Replication Time: 441 days]
Nine days less, that's great!
Zhang Wei laughed heartily, "These old fellows from the previous cosmic era, though eliminated by the world, at least their experience and brains still exist. They are indeed valuable!"
If not for these guys, Zhang Wei would definitely not have had time to open the second one!
He could still take one more greedy bite!
"I have three states,
Gentle as a caress on the skin,
Softly embracing the sky,
Hard enough to shatter rock.
What am I?"
Zhang Wei approached the third golden apple, softly murmuring the riddle.
He completely abandoned thinking and directly went to the Treasure Hall to ask. The same voice responded, and a humanoid god shouted, "I have already answered the question; please keep your promise and let me out first!"
Zhang Wei said, "There is only one chance per question. I will keep people based on the number of correct answers. You need to stay here for now, and wait until others have answered. Of course, if you know the answer, you can specify someone to be saved by answering it."
The humanoid god declared, "I am the ruler of endless wisdom, the sower of civilizations. I bring the fire of hope and light. I am an ancient and great sage, I am Billmis!"
"In the name of Billmis, I answer you, the answer is water!"
"Very good, Billmis!" Zhang Wei smiled and waved his hand. The great fire retreated hundreds of kilometers, leaving them enough space, and it was no longer scorching hot.
[Collection Complete: Pure Golden Apple]
[Replication Time: 432 days]
Another one done!
Zhang Wei continued to use his senses, finding a third riddle.
"Feed me and I live, give me water and I die."
It was Billmis again who said, "The answer is fire. Food means fuel. Anything that can burn is food for fire to survive."
Another correct answer!
"To let people have me is the meaning of my existence. To let people lose me is also the meaning of my existence. What am I?"
"Money! It's money!"
"I always stand above you, even though you've shaved off my body, I will still live above you. What am I?"
"Hair!"
"Rub my head, and I turn from red to black. What am I?"
"A match!"
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This Billmis was practically a riddle machine, easily answering all the questions, which made Zhang Wei harbor a sliver of an idea to spare his life.
The strength of these previous era gods should far exceed the planetary and even small stellar system levels. They could exist indefinitely in the boundless universe. Even if the universe rebooted and reset, they could exist in the next era in the form of "food luck." They had plenty of methods at their disposal.
In this way, he had managed to keep a few strategists.
*BOOM!!*
The body of the hundred-headed dragon completely crashed to the ground. This sound would undoubtedly attract attention.
By this time, Zhang Wei had collected twelve golden apples, and the replication time had been compressed to 351 days, less than a year.
No more hesitation!
"Nuangang, teleport!"
Taking Nuangang out of the Treasure Hall, Zhang Wei directly teleported to the United Government of Beidi Mo City.
"Mo Du, where are you?"
As the chairman of the United Government, Mo Du was on his way somewhere. Zhang Wei had no choice but to return to the Great Glacier first.
As soon as he arrived at the Great Glacier, Zhang Wei, without a word, began to use the Treasure Hall to put all the people he saw into it, including various bewildered laborers.
Xi Feng exclaimed, "Boss, what's going on?"
"Less nonsense, there's no time, hurry up and call everyone over!"
The stars twinkled in the sky!
The originally bright sky instantly turned into night. It was the stellar power of Olympus!
However, they were tracking Zhang Wei's first teleportation point, which was the United Government of Beidi. Zhang Wei's time was running out!
"Black List gathering... Currently at 60% arrival!"
"Gourmet Academy gathering... Currently at 50% arrival!"
"Gourmet Hunter Academy gathering... Currently at 80% arrival!"
"Gourmet City gathering..."
Zhang Wei gritted his teeth. Time was running out.
This matter should have been prepared for earlier. Besides the people present, there were also employees of the chamber of commerce scattered outside, as well as hunters and assassins on missions!
He could only deal with them later!
He put them all into the Treasure Hall and had to leave immediately!
Teleport!
The tired Nuangang toad let out a cry, and its form disappeared again!
(End of chapter)