CHAPTER 722: CHAPTER 588 BEGIN TO INTERVENE!

Wu Xiaode fell into contemplation.

There was no question of deceit in this matter.

If the other party deceived him—

they would both be killed by the monster.

"If it really could save our lives, I am willing to offer this heart as a reward," Wu Xiaode said.

Seeing him say "save our lives", a smile appeared on the man’s face, and he said,

"Then it’s settled, I’ll call her right now."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A sword shadow soared from behind him, shooting straight into the sky, instantly breaking through the world, its destination unknown.

A few moments later.

The sky opened up a passage.

A woman floated out from the passage.

Dressed in flowing, rainbow-colored garments and a light veil over her face, as she appeared in this world, the vast ocean suddenly blossomed with millions of bizarre flowers, making the entire world seem dreamlike and surreal.

On the raft.

The man, wearing a conical hat, slowly stood up and cupped his fists in salute, saying,

"I pay respect to Master."

The woman landed and stood on the raft, asking, "What calls for my presence?"

"This young brother is willing to offer the Heart of the Sage as a reward for your help," the man said.

The woman looked towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode had never seen such a commanding woman; even the Purgatory Demon King, if compared to her, would seem no better than a wooden chicken or a clay dog.

—Even though she was veiled and her true face was utterly obscured.

"With this Heart of the Sage, there are many things I can do."

The woman seemed in a good mood, stretched out her hand, and the heart immediately fell into her grasp.

"Young friend, I see you bear a sword, but I don’t know what exactly you cultivate. Could you talk about it?"

She asked again.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaode heard the man in the conical hat’s telepathic message:

"Young brother, answer well—this is my revered master. If you can receive even a bit of her guidance, you will surely benefit greatly."

Mimicking the man’s manner, Wu Xiaode bowed and said, "I haven’t cultivated anything specific, just use whatever I can get my hands on. After all, I’ve always been struggling between life and death, without enough time to learn what truly interests me."

The woman inspected Wu Xiaode closely, her fingers constantly moving as if calculating something, her expression growing gentler:

"You have done very well, managing to keep fighting till now without even a master to guide you."

"I do have a master," Wu Xiaode shook his head and said.

Who knew the woman would also shake her head, a fleeting look of sympathy in her eyes.

She didn’t continue the topic.

"Well, for the sake of this heart—"

She casually conjured a hand gesture.

Behind her, another figure appeared.

—Another her.

This other her took the heart, nodded at everyone, and said, "I am going to investigate the Mysterious Evil Realm now."

She soared into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Meanwhile, the woman’s original form still stood on the raft but conjured another hand gesture, softly asking,

"What is your name?"

"Wu Xiaode."

"Little Wu, I will accompany you on a journey to break that curse, otherwise you still won’t be able to accomplish that task."

"You mean—"

Before Wu Xiaode could finish his sentence, the hand gesture was already complete!

Waves of fluctuations emanated from the Void.

In an instant, the woman, along with Wu Xiaode, vanished from sight.

"Wait—"

The man in the conical hat had only uttered a word when he realized the two had already left this world.

The millions of exotic flowers and shadows across the entire Blood Sea began to wither and scatter with the wind.

The man couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly and muttered,

"Master is getting impatient... I actually wanted to go as well... alas."

Before he could finish speaking,

another passage, filled with dark light, appeared in the sky.

A Magic Mirror flew out, grew upon touching the wind, and transformed into a huge bronze Magic Mirror, emitting an indescribable eerie aura, towering in midair.

In the mirror, the Sewn Monster laughed loudly:

"This journey is quite long indeed—just in time for a hearty meal."

"Wait, where did that person go?"

It suddenly stopped laughing, its face showing a terrifying and malevolent look, peering down at the small raft.

The man in the conical hat slowly reeled in his fishing rod before speaking,

"Don’t bother searching, that person is under the protection of my sect. If you have any issues, you can come to me."

The Sewn Monster murmured, "Sect? Huh, sounds like a cultivation civilization. I remember you cultivators taste better than ordinary beings..."

"Hurry up and tell me, which sect are you from? If it tastes good, I’ll definitely remember your sect."

With a faint smile, the man softly said,

"Remember this well, I am a disciple of the Flower Sect, ranked third among Sword Cultivators."

"Hmm, noted, I’ll try your flavor right away."

The monster’s body seams split open, with numerous long tongues protruding out, piercing through the mirror, aiming straight for the man in the conical hat.

The man stood still, and suddenly behind him appeared several floating swords.

However, he did not draw his sword to fight but instead showed a thoughtful expression and asked,

"By the way, are you afraid of pain?"

"Go to hell, I want your flesh!" the monster roared.

"No can do, although I can’t hold a concert here, I still think I should treat you well; otherwise, people might say our world is too barren, and that would sound bad for my reputation," the man shook his head as he spoke.

Upon hearing these words, the swords behind him disappeared.

In their place—

was an entire magnificent and vast world of flying swords.

In that world, endless flying swords, like rapid currents, became undercurrents in a sea of swords, tirelessly flying and weaving.

He snapped his fingers.

As if it was a signal—

All the swords in the entire world, as if they had life, thunderously moved, transforming into a apocalyptic flood eclipse the sun, sweeping toward the sky’s Magic Mirror.

"Hahaha! You think having more swords can make you win? Naive! Too naive!"

The monster laughed wildly.

Boom!!!!!!!

The endless tide of flying swords completely engulfed the Magic Mirror.

One by one, the flying swords stepped forward, releasing their most potent attacks.

A snap of the fingers lasted thirty-six moments, each moment seeing millions of flying swords unleash their greatest power!

This was the "treatment" the man spoke of!

One moment.

Two moments.

Three moments.

The sky full of flying swords practically flayed alive the Magic Mirror thousands of times!

Suddenly, the Sewn Monster’s voice, filled with shock and anger, rang out:

"Wait! This is the power of Destruction; who exactly are you!"

Far from being stunned, the man rubbed his hands together and said,

"You’re not dead yet? That’s great, finally worth me stretching my limbs a bit."

He casually took a sword from his back and, his form trembling like a goose returning home across the clear sky, danced with the wind across the vast expanse.

All the flying swords on his path cleared a way for him.

He flew forward with a leisurely expression and slow movements, flying to a certain place before thrusting the long sword in his hand forward.

Puff.

The sword stabbed into the Magic Mirror, piercing the Sewn Monster’s chest.

All flying swords immediately ceased humming.

The sky was silent.

The monster stared intensely at him and asked, "You ... who exactly are you?"

"Flower Sect, Gu Qingshan,"

the man said with a smile.

He drew his sword and casually tossed it towards the Void where it immediately lined up with the other swords behind him, emitting a fierce sword cry.

The man said no more and without turning his head, he flew away swiftly.

Behind him, the entire Magic Mirror along with the Sewn Monster in the sky completely split apart into countless sword marks and turned into fresh blood, returning to the Sea of Blood.

...

Babylon Pillar.

A woman clad in feathered garments and Wu Xiaode landed, standing atop a large building.

The woman sat cross-legged in mid-air, her eyes slightly closed, with both hands forming a spell.

"Go ahead, there are many critical points here, each bearing the curse of mysterious evil creatures."

"Whenever you unravel one, you’ll be transported to the monsters’ world, and they will kill you—"

"But it’s okay now, I’m here to protect you."

"Go, break the enemy quickly, think of nothing else!"

Wu Xiaode’s spirits lifted, and he responded, "Yes!"

It was indeed so—

This was a barrier one simply couldn’t pass, because of the curse that could destroy the entire pillar.

It would teleport oneself into the monsters’ world!

But now, he had reinforcements—

Wait!

"I’m sorry, I must remind you, there actually is a monster chasing me, stronger than any other mysterious beast I’ve encountered,"

Wu Xiaode nervously reminded her.

The woman very rarely bit her lip and said softly, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"Should we run away now?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"No need, don’t worry, I’m just a bit regretful," the woman said softly, sighing and signaling him to continue dismantling the nodes.

—What was she regretting?

Regretting that she didn’t cross hands with that monster?

With a thought, Wu Xiaode looked toward the Book of the Dead.

The Wall of Sighs was tranquil.

No dark mists.

No ominous portents.

—He even sensed an extremely rare "peaceful years" on this wall.

But this was too astonishing.