 Daoist Fierce Tiger

One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

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The City of Terror

As the golden light appeared, the black mist floated downward and landed upon the light. A burning, sizzling sound was released, coming from the points of contact between the light and mist.

Chanting sounds rang out to accompany the sizzling, which he believed to be in Sanskrit. Wei Xiao Bei might not understand the language, but he could tell from the intonation that it was the Great Compassion Mantra.

It couldn't be helped. Wei Xiao Bei might not know much about Buddhism, but it was quite trendy to play the Great Compassion Mantra in the streets back when Wei Xiao Bei started working in Cui Hu. The loudspeakers of music shops would be blaring the Mantra both day and night. Wei Xiao Bei had the tune of the Mantra engraved in his mind even if he didn't understand a single word of it.

A distracting noise came from the black mist as the chanting started to get louder.

Chapter 359 The Golden Buddha Statue and the Black Mist