Chapter 1086: Chapter 1088: One God, One Immortal

After the Little Yao Demon was split in two, the face of Zhu Ganglie, dressed in white, changed, and his expression instantly became ferocious.

In his rage, he couldn’t be bothered to maintain the illusion on the bonfire, and those dozen pigs instantly became the missing landlords.

The porters who were gnawing on meat started to vomit at this sight, with some even fainting directly.

Zhu Ganglie beckoned, and a manure fork with several spikes flew into his hand as he swung it aggressively toward the one-armed man.

The longsword and the manure fork clashed, and the shock wave flattened the surroundings. The piercing sound made the small birds in the forest fly away, instinctively knowing that only leaving this place far behind would ensure safety.

The one-armed man’s swordsmanship was exceptionally high; although he only had one arm and was less powerful than Zhu Ganglie, he still had the upper hand.

Wen Wen’s eyes grew brighter as he watched. He was slightly puzzled the first time he saw this one-armed man.

Now, after seeing his swordsmanship, part of that puzzle was resolved.

His swordsmanship was exceptionally advanced, but not to the point of shocking Wen Wen; the problem was that Wen Wen had learned the swordsmanship he used!

The way he swung his sword and exerted his Qi was exactly like the Nameless Swordsmanship Wen Wen found in the Sanctuary!

“Why do two worlds have the same swordsmanship…”

“Why does this world have so many strange overlaps with the history of the Federation?”

“The Demon Hunter Alliance… it’s said there is also a Northern Yin Dynasty here… and power levels that match the superpower user levels… Outside Xia Manor, there’s said to be a great sect that worships the Primeval God!”

“This place is definitely not just an independent world; it’s more like a parallel world where time flows a thousand years slower than the Federation’s!”

Wen Wen’s eyes brightened continually as he mumbled to himself in words others could not understand.

“If this is a thousand years ago, then the current time point is very delicate. As far as I know, many major events occurred during this period.”

“The gradual disappearance of the Sanctuary, the rise of the Hunter Association, the Northern Yin Dynasty unleashing the Undead Catastrophe, the Beast God Qilin going all out to seal the Capital Feng Ghost God for a thousand years…”

He grabbed Ling Chong, asking seriously, “How many Catastrophe-Level experts are there in Xia Manor’s land at this time?”

“Catastrophe-Level?” Ling Chong asked, puzzled.

“The top-level experts, the kind stronger than me!”

Wen Wen exuded a divine aura that scared Ling Chong into taking two steps back, while the old monk continuously chanted Amitabha.

‘He’s actually a First-Class Expert, but how could a First-Class Expert not know the intelligence about the True Immortal Realm? Could he be some antique that just crawled out from somewhere?’

Despite his confusion, Ling Chong told what he knew: “In Xia Manor, there are only two experts at the True Immortal Mirror level, a single Immortal and a single God.”

“The God is the Demon Yao God Kirin, and all the demons in Xia Manor look up to Kirin as their leader. If not for Kirin’s restraint, Xia Manor would have been turned into a hell on earth by those demons long ago.”

“The Immortal is the ‘Righteous True Immortal’; no one knows where this Immortal came from, nor his Taoist name. He is addressed simply as the Righteous True Immortal.”

“Righteous True Immortal doesn’t like conflicts; it’s said that he’s enjoying peace serving as a State Preceptor in some mundane dynasty now…”

Wen Wen was shocked again. The four words Demon Yao God Kirin confirmed his suspicions, and this Righteous True Immortal brought up another hidden story.

According to some information Wen Wen obtained in Muyuan County, the mastermind behind the Undead Catastrophe a thousand years ago might be this ‘Righteous True Immortal’!

However, what puzzled Wen Wen was that the things he was familiar with had slight modifications in this world, such as Da Song becoming Da Song, Northern Yin becoming Northern Yin, and the Beast God becoming the Demon God.

But the four words Righteous True Immortal were exactly the same as those recorded in the data, is this just a coincidence, or is there a deeper reason?

While Wen Wen pondered, the battle between the one-armed man and Zhu Ganglie had advanced.

Zhu Ganglie’s body was covered in sword scars, all made by the one-armed man, and his manure fork had also been cut in half.

Although their energy levels were similar, the one-armed man’s combat experience was entirely beyond Zhu Ganglie’s reach.

The one-armed man, holding the sword in one hand, swung a Sword Qi towards Zhu Ganglie. Zhu Ganglie blocked it with the half manure fork, not expecting the Sword Qi to flow like water, bypassing the fork and slashing onto his body.

“This is… the Rapids Style of Nameless Swordsmanship, interesting.”

After being hit by the Rapids Style, Zhu Ganglie was no longer able to resist. The one-armed man rushed at him and performed the ‘Iron-Cutting Style,’ slicing Zhu Ganglie into two halves with one cut.

Wen Wen looked on with a bit of pity; this Pig Demon Yao, who looked like a handsome human, still had some value for him.

But on second thought, in this world, he couldn’t open the Sanctuary, nor could he capture monsters, so the Pig Demon Yao being killed was simply that, killed.

“Do you know what his name is?” Wen Wen pointed at the one-armed man and asked.

Ling Chong awkwardly shook his head. In their team, this one-armed old man was practically invisible. He was only brought along to make up the numbers; how could he know the old man’s name?

The old monk gave a Buddhist chant to Wen Wen and then said, “I also don’t know the patron’s name, only that someone called him Old Jing Tou, but I never thought Old Jing Tou would be a Second Grade strong person.”

Wen Wen nodded, silently contemplating this surname, then suddenly widened his eyes: “Old Jing Tou, his surname is Jing… Jing Du!”

That name had been imprinted deeply in Wen Wen’s memory since the day he entered the Sanctuary.

The last Demon Hunter before the disappearance of the Sanctuary, he held out to the end, building his own tombstone, not wanting to be the last, Jing Du!

Wen Wen’s heart throbbed, slightly quickening his pace. He felt that this inexplicable trip here wasn’t entirely futile; at least he had met this Containment Officer senior!

Zhu Ganglie’s corpse turned into a large wild boar with black fur, its foul-smelling blood covering the ground.

Jing Du panted heavily; killing such a monster was a huge challenge to his stamina.

He hadn’t been young for a long time, and every battle like this chipped away at his lifespan.

Except for a few superpower users with special abilities, most superpower users find it hard to resist the erosion of time.

Although their lifespan is somewhat longer than ordinary people’s, without ascending to a Catastrophe-Level and becoming a god, they will eventually turn to dust.

The essence of a superpower user is using a human body to unleash a monster’s power, a method that inevitably shortens their lifespan.

Once they show signs of aging and stop fighting to rest peacefully, most superpower users can live to one hundred and fifty or sixty without a problem.

But Jing Du, upon realizing he was aging, instead fought with increased intensity.

His old partners had all gone; what was the point of him clinging to life in this world?