Chapter 56: Someone Came from Thousands of Miles Away

The doctors, usually expressionless, seemed as if they were shattering like pieces of glass. Wu Yue raised his hand, his finger wreathed in swirling blue smoke.

"You won't stop me!" Wu Yue's eyes burned red. In that moment, a vision unfolded before him, hazy yet vivid in his heart.

A young girl stood beneath the storm, lightning illuminating her frail silhouette. The crimson glow around her was fading, soon to be broken. Her face was drawn with exhaustion. Blood dripped from her fingers onto a strange sheet of paper, transforming into runes that slowly enveloped her.

The vision dissipated, giving way to billowing mist. The mist rolled, turning white—becoming those doctors, the snow-white walls, the room that would never see daylight.

"Get out of my way!" Wu Yue hurled his fist forward. The mist recoiled, but surged back once more.

"Void Soul Devourer!" Wu Yue roared to the heavens.

The ceiling rippled, transforming into a mirrored surface. It reflected another Wu Yue, the same face but tinged with something strange—several tentacles protruding from his body.

"My name is Wu Yue," the reflection said calmly.

"Help me!"

"This is the embodiment of his ten thousand years of solitude. I cannot help you."

Pain pierced Wu Yue's heart. Was it his body? Was it telling him its feelings?

"If you help me, neither of us shall die!"

"If you help me, I will aid your rebirth within a thousand years!"

"If you help me, this gratitude will last forever!"

"Will you help me or not?" Wu Yue shouted. That vision had filled him with sorrow and heartbreak, driving him to madness. Though his life had known little warmth, deep affection was rare and difficult to encounter.

"Do not forget your oath," the other Wu Yue said after a moment of silence.

"I will never forget!"

The two Wu Yues, as if sharing a single mind, simultaneously extended a finger. Their fingertips touched.

The boundless starry sky stretched on, and a lone beast wandered. It was still a cub, but it had never seen its kin, its parents, nor any friends. It was born for solitude—or perhaps for slaughter. It had no thoughts, nor the capacity to think.

What was ten thousand years of loneliness compared to the endless, lonely legacy in my blood?

The cosmos expanded infinitely. Was it light, or darkness?

Another scene appeared. The sun blazed, summer roared. The earth was scorched, towering trees wilted, and cracks split the riverbeds.

The world of midsummer was both life and death. Where vitality was at its peak, so too was the shadow of demise. Extreme death is extreme life; extreme life is extreme death.

"Only by strength can law be broken—break the minor, exalt the strong and destroy the weak," both Wu Yues murmured.

Within the tunnel, a frenzy of tremors shook the air. An ancient voice sounded, as if spoken ten thousand years ago, yet echoing in the present.

"All the pieces have been played; I must lose this game."

The entire world shattered, dissolving into grains of dust.

"Do not forget."

Wu Yue heard these last three words and opened his eyes. He was on a shadowy road leading to the surface. Behind him was a three-way fork; above it, three sentences remained, but only two were visible: "Those from the Mountain must die," and "Those from Earth, ten will perish, none survive." The third sentence had vanished.

Wu Yue felt an emptiness in his body. "So this is my soul," he thought, yet he did not feel weak—indeed, he felt more solid, stronger than before.

"Blessing in disguise, huh." He chuckled.

"Wait for me."

Wu Yue reached forward and tore at the air, causing the tunnel to collapse, red soil raining down. Without the elder's lingering will, nothing could hinder a soul or a consciousness approaching the limits of fate!

The ground caved in, a path sank deeper. Wu Yue strode forth. A familiar sensation welled up in his heart—his own body, waiting in the east, nearly fading. Wu Yue became a streak of light, soaring eastward, unstoppable, slaying any who stood in his way!

When Wu Yue's figure vanished completely, Li Suizhu slowly stood up, brushing sand from her clothes.

"I am a princess of Great Qin, titled Jinping," Li Suizhu announced with pride.

"So you turn out to be a princess. Are you begging me for mercy?" Shen Gonglei laughed heartily.

Zhou Zhou's expression shifted upon hearing Li Suizhu's words. Fan Xiaohua, ever perceptive, exclaimed with delight, "Sister, should we rescue her?"

Zhou Zhou gently stroked Fan Xiaohua's hair, sighing, "She is truly pitiful." Fan Xiaohua was puzzled, but understood her senior had no intention of intervening.

"She's so much like me—so pitiful, so lonely. If not for Sister, if not for Master, I might have been even worse off than her." Fan Xiaohua put on an exaggeratedly sorrowful look. Zhou Zhou merely smiled softly, saying nothing.

Li Suizhu flung a bamboo talisman, which transformed in the wind into a long sword, its blade glowing with green light, fearsome and awe-inspiring.

"What a formidable treasure. Pity its master is too weak. Why not give it to me?"

With these words, Shen Gonglei summoned a bolt of red lightning, striking the sword! The sword reverted to a bamboo talisman.

"I'm in no hurry to kill you now. I want to see how many treasures you possess," Shen Gonglei said, greed swelling in his heart. A treasure capable of making its owner vanish, the protective shield, and now this mysterious flying sword. At last, the crimson shield could not withstand the relentless lightning and shattered.

Lightning encircled Li Suizhu, forming a prison of thunder, trapping her within.

"Rest for a while. We wouldn't want you to commit suicide." With that, a bolt struck Li Suizhu, knocking her unconscious. Misfortune had dogged Li Suizhu; though she possessed treasures, her spirit was exhausted, and her pills were depleted.

"Hahaha! I could use a maid. Shen Gong, how about giving this girl to me?" Suddenly, laughter burst forth. A grain of sand broke apart, instantly becoming a man—thin and somewhat sleazy in appearance.

His arrival elicited visible disgust among the outsiders present.

"You are... you are Xiao Wuxing, the Shadowless and Trackless!" Shen Gonglei exclaimed, though he felt a surge of delight. He sensed recognition—though he fancied himself powerful after several displays, the top-tier contenders had shown him no acknowledgment.

"Just call me Xiao Wuxing," he replied with a sly chuckle.

Xiao Wuxing's reputation in the Lord God's space was abysmal. He was solitary, lustful, and yet powerful—a universally acknowledged elite. Shen Gonglei decided it wise to give him face.

"Haha, Shen Gong, no need to dither. The Tower's secret realm awaits us both," Xiao Wuxing said heartily. "Whatever treasures this girl has, they're yours."

Seeing Xiao Wuxing so agreeable, Shen Gonglei was quite satisfied. "In that case—"

"I'll strip her of everything, hand it all to you. I just want some fun. I've heard she's a royal princess, ha!" Xiao Wuxing strode into the prison of thunder, ignoring the lightning entirely.

Shen Gonglei, seeing Xiao Wuxing's impatience, felt some distaste, but seeing Xiao Wuxing brazenly disregard the lightning, he could not object.

"Disgusting," Zhou Zhou said coldly.

Xiao Wuxing grinned at Zhou Zhou. "Do you want to take her place? Others fear you, Demon Queen, but I do not. If I can't beat you, I can surely outrun you!"

With a wave of Zhou Zhou's jade hand, the spot where Xiao Wuxing stood was obliterated, leaving a massive pit. But Xiao Wuxing and Li Suizhu had vanished.

"Don't worry, beautiful one. Sooner or later, you'll be mine," Xiao Wuxing's voice echoed in the air, like the chorus of sands. "For now, I'll enjoy this little beauty."

Zhou Zhou's face darkened.

"You deserve to die!" An endless inferno descended from the sky...