Chapter 1 The Tumult

A violent wind swept through.

The river water shattered.

Countless yin spirits and demonic entities spread with the storm...

As if extending to the extreme of nothingness, the extreme of darkness.

Mu Wanqiu opened her eyes.

One second, she was in the depths of a mountain range with branches weighed down by heavy snow; the next, she had arrived here, in a stone passage that could collapse and shatter at any moment.

All this was simply because she had taken a step.

Mu Wanqiu regained her senses and quickly surveyed her surroundings. This place seemed to suppress spiritual power. She struggled to even summon the Judge, and could only rely on her eyesight.

And it took time for the eyes to adjust to the darkness.

After a few seconds, Mu Wanqiu finally saw the scene before her. It turned out to be a stone wall covered with obscure ancient writing. The Gate that had brought her here from the snow-covered mountains had disappeared.

She looked around, and there were stone walls to her left and right as well.

She seemed to have reached the end of a dead end. Fortunately, there was a narrow path behind her, preventing her only route from being sealed off… This unknown place didn't seem to be under the intelligence control of the Northern Continent military.

It didn't belong to any branch of the Duolu River.

Perhaps... it was the "second half" after the Black Snow Mountain?

Mu Wanqiu narrowed her phoenix eyes. She still didn't know where she had come, but she was certain that… the Judge was no longer restless. The irresistible sensation of summoning had also slowly dissipated.

She had come to the right place.

But perhaps she hadn't…

Mu Wanqiu had thought that after stepping through the Gate, she would immediately encounter the scene from her nightmares.

The black river surging, giant waves crashing.

Under the impact of the raging waves, she would need to ride the Judge's great banner to cross with difficulty.

And at the end, she would see the "Nether River" stele, and that towering, cloud-piercing black throne.

"This is… the place where the creatures from the Calamity Zone once lived?"

Mu Wanqiu stared at the stone wall, vaguely understanding.

The Northern Continent military's exploration of the Duolu River had only just begun, and was still in its initial stages. There was too much unknown information, such as the "bones" previously discovered in the mountains… Osmond speculated that extraordinary beings lived in the Calamity Zone, but so far there hadn't been even a trace of living things.

But this broken passage could almost serve as ironclad proof.

Because all three stone walls were carved with unintelligible "ancient writing"...

Only extraordinary beings could accomplish such a feat.

Mu Wanqiu couldn't understand the meaning of these words.

She tried to memorize them, but unfortunately, ancient writing was something that could only be understood intuitively, not verbally. Without understanding, she could never remember it.

She opened her eyes.

She imprinted the shapes of several characters from the stone wall into her mind.

She closed her eyes.

The characters she had originally memorized slowly dissipated, as if a strange magic was taking effect in her spiritual sea, preventing her from memorizing them.

She tried many times.

She failed repeatedly.

Mu Wanqiu didn't want to give up, and could only stand there, unwillingly examining the "ghost scribbles" on the three stone walls for a while longer. She couldn't understand a single word, but since this important information couldn't be memorized, it would be impossible to bring it back to the main vessel... After a long time.

Mu Wanqiu had no choice but to sigh softly.

She finally understood why General White Lizard left so little useful information for the Northern Continent after leaving the Calamity Zone.

Things related to "ancient writing" seemed to have a special attribute.

Impossible to memorize.

Impossible to impart.

She could only abandon the idea of taking anything from here, and instead began to consider her situation.

In fact, she had no choice.

Three stone walls blocked her path, and she only had one path to choose.

Mu Wanqiu turned around, her expression uncertain, and looked at the deep, dark passage.

"I need… to walk out of here?"

Sometimes, fate leaves a person with many paths that seem available.

But in reality, there is only one.

Mu Wanqiu knew that before coming here, she actually had no choice… With her personality, she would definitely participate in the restart mission, definitely choose to follow the summoning from her heart, and therefore definitely step through that Gate and come here.

Since that was the case.

There was nothing to hesitate about.

Mu Wanqiu gently held her breath and walked toward the deep passage. She walked very slowly, partly to ensure that she could respond to sudden attacks from the darkness at any time, and partly because she was still trying to memorize these obscure and unknown words, even if she only remembered a little, it would be good.

Ten minutes later.

She reached the end of the stone wall.

The good news was that she was safe all the way. Although the passage was narrow, it was safe. There were no so-called "unknown creatures," nor were there any points of origin force black holes entwined.

The bad news was that she hadn't memorized a single ancient character.

Apart from that.

There was still only one path in front of her… a narrow, quiet, right-turning path covered with ancient writing.

There was still no choice.

Mu Wanqiu continued forward, this time giving up on memorizing the ancient writing and quickening her pace.

The end, then a right turn.

The end, then a right turn...

She seemed to be walking through an endless maze, but the difference was that Mu Wanqiu had silently calculated her stride length from the beginning. The quiet darkness couldn't make her panic. This maze was getting longer and longer. She might have just been in the center of the "maze." This was a good thing. She should be close to the "exit" to the outside world.

Finally.

After turning countless corners, Mu Wanqiu reached the true "end."

There were no more turning points in front of her.

It was exactly the same as the place where she had "descended" earlier.

Three walls blocked all exits, and the only difference… was that her retreat was the path she had come from.

She had walked so many detours, and now her position was very likely only a short distance from the initial point when she "descended."

At this moment, Mu Wanqiu's already slightly gloomy pretty face was covered with a murderous aura.

If she didn't understand these ancient writings and was afraid that touching the walls would lead to the arrival of unknown taboos… then she would have taken action halfway and directly shattered these layers of thick walls.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

She hated detours the most in her life.

With a "clang!"

The saber at her waist was unsheathed. Mu Wanqiu took a step back. She held the hilt of the war blade in one hand, and a pale, dark, giant ghost shadow appeared behind her, reaching out its large hand to grip the long saber with her.

One strike!

She slashed down!

The stone wall covered with ancient writing instantly shattered, and one black light after another bloomed.

"Rumble rumble rumble—"

Mu Wanqiu's pupils contracted. The origin armor mask on her head automatically closed, because after the layer of stone wall shattered, a vast amount of black water poured in… Immediately afterward, tons of black water poured into this ancient but dry passage. She shattered the wall, connecting this secret passage to the outside world, and fulfilled her wish of witnessing the scene from her nightmares.

The "Nether River Water" came from the sky.

……

……

The roaring sound vibrated in his ears.

Gu Shen drew his bow and released the string.

An arrow shot from the bottom of the Nether River instantly shot out.

Pure Land.

Accompanied by the shattering and trembling of the iron dome on the ceiling, Meng Xiao didn't even have time to react. The arrow that pierced his head had already arrived at his chest. He tried to reach out and grab it, but the iron arrow flashed and turned into an illusion, passing right through.

This was an arrow shadow that couldn't be grasped at all. It was an illusion, a false image, a thunderclap that pierced through reality and dreams… It was a pity that Pure Land was originally an ethereal dreamland. Even if Meng Xiao really reached out and grabbed this arrow, it couldn't change anything.

In the real world, his body had already been pierced by this arrow.

The time for hypnosis had reached its limit.

The flowing clouds, grass, and throne of Pure Land all turned into blurred and shattered light and shadow reflected by the iron dome lake under this arrow.

After returning to the real world, Meng Xiao lowered his head blankly, looking at the bloody hole in his chest.

The iron arrow pierced through his chest.

The wound was extremely smooth.

Perhaps because the temperature of the "Blazing Fire" was too high, no blood had flowed out of this narrow wound until now. If it weren't for the sizzling hot mist, one could even clearly see the scene on the other side from this side of the hole.

Meng Xiao stopped speaking.

So the world became extremely quiet.

On the other side.

Gu Shen's spirit also returned to the bottom of the Nether River, ending this forcibly launched reverse hypnosis. A large amount of blood began to flow from his mouth and nose, and dense blood beads also oozed from his fingertips.

Drawing the bow twice.

His body had already reached its limit.

Both his spirit and his flesh had reached their limits.

With the strength of the seventh layer, he had forcibly attacked and killed a tenth-layer transcendent… He had already done everything he could, but unfortunately, although this arrow had hit, it hadn't killed Meng Xiao.

Because what was seeping out of that blood hole wasn't blood…

But strands of light.

This almost violated normal human cognition.

The arrow just now had already pierced Meng Xiao's heart.

But in the transcendent world… there was something called a "miracle."

Gu Shen quietly looked at Meng Xiao.

The scene of countless blazing lights gushing out of his chest…

He felt a familiar sensation.

This wasn't the first time he had seen a similar scene.

Countless blazing lights gushed out of Meng Xiao's chest. The blood that should have been shattered became incomparably brilliant and dazzling at this moment.

A hint of a smile was squeezed out of Meng Xiao's pale face with difficulty.

It was the smile of victory.

The arrow just now had already pushed him to the brink of death.

Just a little bit more.

Really… just a little bit more.

But sometimes, the world was always like this. He could see that this last bit was Gu Shen's limit.

This Eastern Continent person in front of him no longer had the strength to draw his bow again.

Everything was over.

At this moment, Gu Shen's mind echoed with a voice from a long time ago.

[“The Undying who bears all tribulations, the Chosen One who has experienced all suffering…”]

He thought of the scene when he faced the Apostle of the Source Tower in the Great Capital.

At that time, Song Ci had also suffered a fatal injury.

And the token of the Radiant Throne merged with his Undying bloodline, erupting in a similar scene.

After the battle in the Great Capital, Gu Shen had actually thought about a question.

Why was Gu Nanfeng able to get the token of the Radiant Throne for Song Ci…

The Divine Thrones should be very selective about their "will executors" and have extremely high standards.

And now.

This question seemed to be answered indirectly.

"So…"

Gu Shen looked at Meng Xiao thoughtfully and said softly, "You are also an ‘Undying’?”

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