Chapter Sixty: The Dedicated Shall Eventually Meet

Song Leizhou remained as earnest as ever, every move and stance executed with utmost diligence. Yet Wu Yue had ceased, standing quietly. He knew that Song Leizhou was already dead; what remained was merely a lingering thought.

“Admirable, yet overestimating himself,” Zhouzhou remarked. “Within fifty years at most, this man would have shattered the void through martial prowess.”

“How do you know that, elder sister—” Fan Xiaohua began, but Zhouzhou interrupted, already aware of what she wished to ask. “Though I haven’t reached that realm myself, my vision far surpasses it. Back in the day, hmph. And you with your constant daily discoveries.”

“It’s sister, not elder sister,” Fan Xiaohua corrected. Zhouzhou ruffled her hair again, but she understood Fan Xiaohua’s thoughts.

Song Leizhou’s figure dissolved into countless points of light, gradually fading away. His path ended here.

Wu Yue bowed deeply, not to honor your martial mastery, but to respect your rare and noble heart. If good, supremely good; if evil, supremely evil.

At that moment, a fire dragon approached from afar. Wu Yue opened his mouth and swallowed it. Within it was a fire dragon formed of divine consciousness, and the soul of the Tsar. The rules of this world were exceedingly weak, which was his advantage. By drawing on his talent for devouring souls through the void, he absorbed them.

“Haha, can we leave now?” Bloodshade laughed. After several rapid battles, though swift, Wu Yue had expended much energy. Bloodshade didn’t believe Wu Yue could still stop so many people.

“No,” Wu Yue replied. “Wait until she wakes.”

“Then why not wake her up?” Bloodshade suggested. “There are so many people here, we can’t just waste time.”

“Let her sleep a while,” Wu Yue said. Bloodshade was dumbfounded—how arrogant could a person be?

“What’s wrong with waiting a bit? Why are you so annoying!” The speaker was Twilight, standing nearby. “This is how a true man acts!”

“Even if I agree, others may not,” Bloodshade said weakly. Such disloyalty—what misfortune for the family.

Wu Yue, at this moment, was unreasonable and had no intention of being reasonable.

“If Brother Wu is short-handed, how about adding me to your team?” A woman’s voice sounded.

She was dressed in white, with a cold, elegant face. Like a snow lotus blooming on a high mountain, every expression outshone countless earthly beauties.

Ren Ruyi approached, stepping on icy snow lotus blossoms that bloomed in her wake. This woman was breathtaking!

“It's been a while, Miss Ren—you’ve grown even more beautiful,” Wu Yue greeted her, though he was highly alert inside. Ren Ruyi, as she was now, Wu Yue couldn’t fathom. And his greeting wasn’t mere politeness; Ren Ruyi truly seemed more beautiful than ever. In temperament and appearance, she had advanced dramatically. Like a snow fairy imbued with earthly vitality, Ren Ruyi was every bit Zhouzhou’s equal.

“Hehehe.” Ren Ruyi laughed, covering her mouth. “Thank you, Brother Wu.”

The two bantered, leaving the others faintly envious, surprised, or speechless. The word “native” could not be uttered.

“I actually have something to ask of you, Brother Wu,” Ren Ruyi said.

“Oh?” Wu Yue’s soul arched its brows.

“After passing that forked path, I obtained a magical artifact. To break its seal, I need your flesh and soul,” Ren Ruyi explained, slow and relaxed. Wu Yue was already prepared to act.

“Of course, just a little will suffice, not all,” Ren Ruyi added with a playful smile.

Wu Yue understood what she meant; the thunder scepter in his hand was much the same. But what was required was certainly not “just a little” — if it could be opened with a mere bit, Wu Yue would be very tempted.

The thunder scepter, even sealed by two layers, still possessed power comparable to the realm of shedding the mundane. If Shen Gonglei were not weaker, and had not struck above his strength, Wu Yue’s victory would have been far harder.

“Brother Wu, why not consider it carefully?” Ren Ruyi smiled, standing to the side.

“Alright. But you’ll need to tell me how,” Wu Yue replied after some thought, though he knew it was risky. He needed Ren Ruyi’s formidable strength. Whether he ended up reneging or keeping his word, that remained to be seen.

“Well,” Ren Ruyi looked troubled. “That’s actually a secret of my sect.”

“Then I’ll need your help to break its seal as well—it’s similar to your artifact,” Wu Yue said, pointing to the thunder scepter, feigning indifference. His expression implied that if she refused, they’d simply part ways.

Ren Ruyi agreed without hesitation.

“Show’s over. Junior sister, let’s go to the tower,” Zhouzhou stretched lazily and spoke to Fan Xiaohua.

“Please wait, sister,” Ren Ruyi responsibly stopped Zhouzhou.

“What, want to fight?” Zhouzhou’s eyes sparkled. “You’re so pretty—if I mess up your face, it’d be a shame.”

Ren Ruyi shook her head and laughed. “Not at all. I merely wish to inform you: the tower you mentioned, I’ve already been inside. It has vanished now—I didn’t want you to make the trip in vain.”

“What was inside?” Zhouzhou asked. Everyone was shocked; while they were busy fighting, the other side had already emptied the tower. This, this—

“Just some antiques,” Ren Ruyi replied dismissively.

Ren Ruyi’s journey through the Garden of Immortality had been extraordinarily fortunate. First, she acquired a dying world tree seed, then was swept into another world tree seed, absorbing a portion of the rule’s spiritual power without much effort.

Next, she obtained an ancient artifact, perfectly aligned with her cultivation path. Though it came with two troublesome seals—

While wandering, she discovered a tower. Upon entering, she found only a few minor foes, and dispatched them swiftly. One even cried out before dying, claiming to have spent a lifetime’s bloodline to open the tower.

Again, almost effortlessly, she gained the inheritance within, which happened to include a divine ability called “Hand of Myriad Seal Unlocking,” specializing in resolving all tricky seals.

It had all gone so smoothly. Ren Ruyi was in a very good mood.

Li Suizhu felt as though she had dreamed for ages. She dreamed she was on a grassland—the same grassland she had first arrived at. It was gentle, and soon she dreamed of Wu Yue. Wu Yue was angry, flames unending.

Li Suizhu opened her eyes—was this still a dream?

“Wu Yue, am I still dreaming?” Li Suizhu reached out her hand. “Let’s go home. I miss home, I don’t want to stay here.”

“We’ll go home,” Wu Yue said firmly.

Her hand passed right through Wu Yue’s body, spoiling the moment.

Wu Yue whispered, “You transported my physical body away.”