Chapter 1048: Chapter 1050: Congratulations, You’ve Arrived in the Real World

A white jade-like hand grew from Wen Wen’s right hand, resembling the purple hand somewhat.

The two hands collided silently, causing light purple energy to spread outwards, vaporizing the sand for a radius of several kilometers in both directions and creating two massive fan-shaped craters.

Wen Wen’s altar remained untouched by the vast fan-shaped area.

After the collision, the purple hand became even more ethereal and retracted directly into the rift.

The rift gradually narrowed, and just before it completely disappeared, a strange eye appeared in the gap, casting a curious glance at Wen Wen.

This eye had red sclera and a deep purple pupil, clearly not human.

Only after the gap fully disappeared did the eye reluctantly withdraw.

Meanwhile, the silver hand, exhausted, also retreated into Wen Wen’s hand, its color dimmed somewhat.

“Whose hand was that just now… It saved Wen Li, which means it was Heavenly God Yogma!”

“But how could a heavenly god find this place accurately? The Man in Black Robe once said that this world is special, and the more powerful the being, the harder it is to enter this world.”

“For a heavenly god to project strength here, a medium must be used…”

“The token Wen Li held in his mouth — that token was the medium, through which Yogma’s power descended upon this world!”

“Now that Wen Li has been taken away, I shouldn’t be attacked by Yogma anymore.”

After realizing all this, Wen Wen sighed with relief.

The recent scene left a significant psychological impact on him; everything happened in a flash, and Wen Wen scarcely had time to think before it was over.

Aside from the two giant sand pits, the confrontation of heavenly god powers left nothing behind.

A chill ran through Wen Wen’s heart; confronting the heavenly god’s cross-world attack, he found himself utterly powerless to resist.

The Man in Black Robe once said that the Spiritual Realm God could be provoked, but the heavenly gods must not be — Wen Wen had been indifferent before, but now he realized his own weakness.

If not for the Moon Goddess, another heavenly god who left a power on Wen Wen’s hand, things would have been dire for him this time.

Wen Wen silently looked at his right hand and said, “In the future, when I use the Magic Mirror to spy, if you throw Holy Light again, I won’t curse you anymore.”

After speaking, Wen Wen’s gaze sharply focused on his double in front of him. Despite having just experienced a life-and-death crisis, he could not stop what needed to be done.

He had to continue completing this double, otherwise, he’d be letting down the power spent on the crescent moon in his hand.

…

At the center of the reddened Death Omen Star, there stood a massive palace.

Within the palace, on a chair dozens of meters high, Yogma held Wen Li’s head, his eyes filled with curiosity.

“Thank you, Lord Yogma, for your rescue. From now on, I will certainly serve you wholeheartedly…”

“Silence.”

With just two words from Yogma, Wen Li was rendered speechless.

Then, as if admiring an artwork, Yogma gazed at Wen Li’s head.

Yogma had high hopes for Wen Li; otherwise, he would not have offered Wen Li so much help. However, Wen Li’s failure made him lose value in Yogma’s eyes.

Yet the cross-world rescue was an agreement he had with Wen Li long ago, so Yogma didn’t break his promise.

Originally, after rescuing Wen Li, Yogma intended to let him fend for himself, and given Wen Li’s current state, survival on the Death Omen Star seemed unlikely.

But during the rescue, Yogma noticed something intriguing.

The man who was both one with and independent of Wen Li was named Wen Wen.

He possessed the power of the Nameless King’s Singer and was under the protection of another heavenly god.

Most importantly, there was an indescribable aura about him that greatly intrigued Yogma.

Therefore, Yogma decided to cultivate Wen Li carefully, as future surprises might be in store.

The protective powers sheltering that world were loosening, and someday the world would open to the Inner World, and by then, that person would belong to Yogma.

Seeing the light in Yogma’s eyes, Wen Li heaved a sigh of relief, indicating that Yogma still had an interest in him.

As long as Yogma considered him useful, Wen Li had a chance to rise again and vowed to find Wen Wen and reclaim what was lost.

Currently, Wen Li and Wen Wen could no longer be considered equals since he was left with only half a soul.

Initially, only half of Wen Li’s soul ventured into Wen Wen’s sea of consciousness, believing it sufficient to subdue Wen Wen.

But unexpectedly, this half-soul was discovered by the terrifying Man in Black Robe. To ensure his survival, he let half of his soul escape and be deliberately exterminated by the Black Robe, subsequently hiding the other half deep within the corpse.

He indeed had a trump card that would prompt Yogma to act — the very token he held in his mouth, which could gather his current coordinates, allowing Yogma’s power to penetrate the world barrier.

However, this badge was Wen Li’s trump card that he risked his life to obtain, and its activation requires quite some time, with only one use.

At the beginning of the battle with Wen Wen, Wen Li felt it was unnecessary, and by the time he realized it was necessary, he no longer had the chance to use it.

His corpse has been trapped in the Sanctuary, and this badge couldn’t record the coordinates within it.

The last time in front of the Sacred Tree, when he was granted life, Wen Li did have a chance; however, he guessed that Wen Wen wanted to resurrect the body to become his avatar.

Therefore, Wen Li prepared to seize the body and escape once Wen Wen actually resurrected it.

Otherwise, in his state of a broken soul, even if he could return to the Death Omen Star, he would be directly abandoned by Yogma.

His plan was decent, but he never considered that Wen Wen would give this body a new personality, one as resilient as Wen Li or Wen Wen’s soul, making it impossible for Wen Li to seize control of the body.

Moreover, Wen Wen had placed some terrifying ghastly thing in the body, which was ten times scarier than his Frenzy. Wen Li felt that if he continued to hide, he would be completely devoured, so he took the risk to detach directly from the body.

But for now, the situation doesn’t seem too bad, as long as Yogma doesn’t abandon him, he has the assurance to make a comeback.

…

After Wen Li disappeared, Wen Wen released Xue Jiuyi to act as his guard while he immersed himself wholly into the ritual.

Wen Li’s sudden appearance wasn’t without benefits; he took away part of the Nameless King’s contamination.

This reduced the remaining contamination in the body to a manageable level, leaving no suspense about the success of the ritual. Now, Wen Wen’s task is to complete the ritual with even higher efficiency.

During the process of the ritual, Wen Wen used his own strength to explore within the body inch by inch, striving to completely eliminate the hidden dangers left by Wen Li.

This caused the ritual, which originally could be completed in a little over ten minutes, to be delayed by several hours, but it also gave him a deeper understanding of this embodiment.

…

On the silent lake surface, a middle-aged man in a black coat sat cross-legged.

On either side of the man lay an old-fashioned revolver and a sharp entrenching tool.

Neither the weapon nor the man himself stirred any disturbance on the water’s surface.

“My name is Wen Wen.”

“I am now over forty, and perhaps age doesn’t mean much to me.”

“Because I do not exist.”

The middle-aged Wen Wen let out a bitter smile as he gazed at the monotonous and barren mirror world, unsure of how to articulate his feelings.

He thought he was a Demon Hunter awakened in an accident, a woman’s husband, a father of a three-year-old child.

But it wasn’t until he saw himself, ten years younger, that he realized he was just a memory conjured from nothing.

Everything was false, everything was an illusion; he was merely a possibility of Wen Wen, the highly potential Demon Hunter.

After that battle, he remained on the water’s surface, engaging in futile contemplation, as thinking was his only evidence of having existed.

Yet maybe this contemplation was an illusion itself.

The middle-aged Wen Wen fell into deep confusion.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Wen Wen noticed his figure gradually fading, and the revolver and entrenching tool became blurred.

“It seems my original self has forgotten me, as soon as he forgets me, I cease to exist… I’m really cheap.”

Eternal darkness enveloped the middle-aged Wen Wen, as if he had entered a world of unparalleled madness.

A violent, bloodthirsty, and crazy strength surrounded him, causing immense pain in every inch of his skin.

But within this pain, the middle-aged Wen Wen sensed a warmth, a comfort he had never felt in forty years of his life.

It was as if… he had finally become real!

He couldn’t bear to lose this feeling, and if anyone tried to take it away, the middle-aged Wen Wen would fight them fiercely!

A person resembling a young Wen Wen but with terrifying scars on his face approached, launching an attack on the middle-aged Wen Wen.

The middle-aged Wen Wen didn’t know why the other wanted to fight him, but he was never afraid of a fight, and he had a hunch that if he lost, he would lose this warmth.

So, with a thought, the revolver and entrenching tool materialized simultaneously, launching the most ferocious attack of his life against the inexplicable attacker.

Wen Wen, the one with the scars, seemed troublesome but was surprisingly weak in battle, easily driven away by the middle-aged Wen Wen.

Not knowing how much time had passed, it felt like sleeping for ten days and nights.

He wearily opened his eyes, and what he saw made him gape.

“Congratulations, you’ve arrived in the real world!”