CHAPTER 1632: CHAPTER 698: THE DEATH OF RED SLEEVE

The Dead Zone, a mist-covered grassland.

Mu You clutched the young boy in one hand, sprinting wildly across the grassland at lightning speed.

A rumbling sound spread from afar, and the surrounding scenery began to blur, like the rippling surface of water blown by the wind.

Objects and people in the surrounding space began to distort, as if they were not in the real world, but in a dream.

Mu You knew this was the impending collapse of the Dead Zone.

He had no time to think; he pushed himself to the limit, turning into a red flash, and raced toward the mountain ahead.

With all his effort in running, what took nearly an hour to traverse before was completed in just a few minutes on the return.

A few moments later, Mu You charged into the stone gate opened by the World-Creating Mountain, darting through the maze-like corridors inside the mountain, quickly finding the cave that housed the altar.

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Mu You had just rushed into the cave for a few seconds when the sense of collapse reached its peak, and the still images around him shattered like broken mirrors, breaking apart visibly and rapidly, with energy storms starting to brew within the cave.

Mu You shielded himself from the storm with one hand and tossed the unconscious boy into the center of the formation with the other.

The next moment, a space-time storm swept in, completely engulfing them both.

...

When Mu You’s feet touched solid ground again, the ground beneath him turned into a soft sensation.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw the young boy lying not far from him, surrounded by the dim night and a pleasant breeze; they were no longer in the cave of the World-Creating Mountain but were standing in a desert.

Judging by the location, they had returned to the future successfully, but since the World-Creating Mountain had moved past its current time, they were ejected from the mountain and landed back in the original desert.

A series of footsteps sounded from afar, and Mu You turned back to see Lin Xue approaching.

"You’re back."

Lin Xue hurried over, relieved to see Mu You safe and sound, and finally let out a long breath of relief.

"How long have we been away?" Mu You asked.

"It’s been about an hour since the World-Creating Mountain vanished until you appeared..."

An hour...

Mu You was stunned; this time delay closely matched the time spent in the Dead Zone, which made it clear that this vanished time was essentially consumed in the past.

While they were talking, Red Sleeve quietly approached from another direction, went to the unconscious boy’s side, and fed him a potion.

"Cough, cough..."

The boy quickly woke up sputtering, looked at the familiar night and desert surroundings, and after a few seconds of daze, jumped out of Red Sleeve’s arms, eyes wide as he stared at Mu You.

"Why did you bring me back... How could we... just come back, hasn’t everything returned to square one?"

The boy, annoyed, knelt on the ground, tearing at his hair frantically, his eyes turning red as he remembered the past events.

After enduring so much to return to the past, he realized he hadn’t changed anything, a thousand-year struggle vanished overnight.

More importantly, he learned a devastating truth in the past: all of this was a lie, everyone was deceiving him, even his most revered mentors fooled him, using him as a tool for so many years...

"Calm down, it’s already over." Mu You said.

"Over? No, I can’t accept it!"

The boy, amidst regret, showed a flash of hatred and anger in his eyes: "Why should my efforts and sacrifices be desecrated by them, why should my life be reduced to a mere teleportation tool..."

"..."

Mu You was momentarily at a loss for words.

The boy’s plight was indeed tragic, deceived by the ones he trusted the most, with centuries of effort reduced to nothing overnight, something hardly anyone could accept.

However, he survived, and at least had the chance to enjoy the fruits of Fool’s victory in the future.

Meanwhile, his mentors who laid the groundwork for everything had all sacrificed themselves for their race’s greater good, so in terms of sacrifice, it was hard to say whose was greater.

"No way! I want to go back again!" the boy suddenly spoke, his gaze firming up.

"Go back?"

"Yes! I will find a way to recreate the Dead Zone anchor point and return to the past, to warn my past self not to fall for your deception..."

"This current reality isn’t what I want... I must change the past..." the boy muttered to himself, getting up from the ground.

Mu You frowned; he felt some sympathy for the boy, but that didn’t mean he would allow the kid to misuse Divine Power again.

Mu You was about to restrain the boy.

However, he was stunned before he could act.

"Quick, Red Sleeve, take me away! Red Sleeve..."

The boy clearly knew Mu You would stop him. To continue his plan, he had to first escape from here.

That was clearly beyond his own ability, as he was still entangled in Mu You’s Power of Heaven, unable to initiate a Dead Zone, so he had to seek help from Red Sleeve.

Instinctively, like countless times before, he issued a command to Red Sleeve.

But this time, what greeted him was a sharp pain in the chest.

"Ugh!"

The boy looked down, unbelieving at the Death Scythe Chain piercing through his chest, turning his head with difficulty to face Red Sleeve’s cold and frosty expression.