The suddenness of this voice made it all the more familiar...

So familiar that it made people grit their teeth, wishing the owner of the voice would be sent to the eighteenth level of Hell!

Taken aback, the Pioneer subconsciously didn't dare to turn his head, only managing to leap forward, attempting to grab Ah Yimu lying on the ground as a hostage.

But in the next second, his entire world flipped upside down.

Then came a severe pain on his face, accompanied by the world spinning as it traveled to his entire head, spreading through his body, and a constant influx of dirt and some weeds in his mouth.

"You should lie down first. Why is this body taller than mine? Damn it."

Wu Liang, speaking helplessly, pressed the Pioneer's head, planting it like a tree into the hardened winter soil.

Only when the opponent's entire body became stiff like a dead being, motionless, did he stop exerting his immense strength.

Turning his head, he looked at Ah Yimu lying on the ground nearby, her chest a bloody mess, wanting to speak but could only whimper as her mouth was blocked by the blood flowing out.

"Tell me, do you want to live?"

Wu Liang's voice carried a piercing chill through its calmness.

His figure stood precisely at the spot where the Pioneer had been digging up stones, with the same sunlight casting down through his form, yet it lacked the earlier dread.

Instead, it gave Ah Yimu an inexplicable feeling, somewhat like... towering above?

No, that's not it.

At the moment, there wasn't a hint of disdain or pity in his eyes, nor any superiority; it was so plain that her life felt as insignificant as bacteria in front of him.

There wasn't the slightest sarcasm in his words either, as if he could miraculously save her life if she nodded, and his refusal would mean nothing more if she shook her head.

It was as if—

A divine being full of divinity!

"Glug, glug... I... I..."

Ah Yimu desperately tried to lift her weak hands, like a drowning person sinking into the deep sea, longing for someone to lift her, her mouth full of blood as she gurgled in a blurred plea for help.

Finally, with a hoarse and extremely desolate voice, she shouted, "I... want to live!"

She hadn't yet met Saintess Yao herself; hadn't yet seen the Celestial Pool of Tianshan return to human control; hadn't yet witnessed the complete retreat of the supernatural!

She didn't want to die!

Seeing the other trying hard to plead for help, Wu Liang looked at her indifferently and said, "Saving you has no other meaning; I just don't want my mom's wedding anniversary necklace covered in dead people's blood when I bring it back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Yimu looked down and suddenly realized that the pain in her collarbone and chest was gone, and her previously powerless hands regained their sense of touch.

In surprise, she spat out the blood from her throat, realizing no new blood was forthcoming.

Trembling, she lightly touched her collarbone, the skin smooth as new, the subtle sensation making Ah Yimu cry out a little.

"Ah! I... what did you do?"

She thought the greatest miracle she had ever witnessed in her life was communicating with the soul of Saintess Yao through the Obsidian necklace and seeing the utopia-like Taohua Village with her own eyes.

In a world where supernatural events could descend at any moment, there was such a sanctuary where everyone lived in harmony, completely unaffected by danger!

It was just like the Utopia described in books!

She instinctively believed that this must be a sanctuary personally established by Saintess Yao.

It also became the impetus for Ah Yimu to propose establishing a utopia in the outside world.

But no matter how many miracles Saintess Yao performed, Ah Yimu could sense an incredibly powerful spiritual aura from her, one that was out of her reach yet still within the realm of "human."

However, what Wu Liang did to heal her just now was simply too bizarre.

An Awakened Ability? She saw no signs of his body undergoing changes.

A Fierce Ghost Ability? Having been a Saintess guarding the Celestial Pool of Tianshan for years, Ah Yimu was so sensitive to the presence of a Fierce Ghost that even a rustle in the wind would trigger a reflex, yet she didn't see a hint of a Fierce Ghost aura on him.

Wu Liang merely stood there coldly, saying two sentences, as if she had never been injured at all.

"Now that you're alive, stop nagging. I've got a big fish to handle here, so stand aside and don't get in the way." Wu Liang's gaze fell on the Pioneer, whose head was still planted in the dirt.

Suddenly, he kicked him in the stomach, sending the Pioneer, previously planted headfirst, tumbling over a distance of more than ten meters.

And the Obsidian Necklace that the Pioneer clutched flew out of his hand into the air.

Without raising his head, Wu Liang reached out and caught it, then twisted his neck as if warming up and said:

"Don't play dead; you know I won't be fooled. This body you're not getting back!"

As soon as he spoke, the Pioneer, who had rolled over and fallen into a humiliating heap with his face smeared messily with blood exposing bone, stood back up.

The body his consciousness inhabited wasn't an Awakened one; an ordinary human's flesh kicked so far should have died already.

Yet, despite his internal organs nearly shattered and face injuries making his speech slurred, he mockingly replied, "Shimu is such a kind person, never would she have expected her son to be such a bastard willing to kill ordinary people."

"Do you think Shimu would be heartbroken if she emerged from the mountains? Master in the spirit world would be saddened too!"

Saying that, the Pioneer grinned ferociously, taking a red gemstone from his pocket.

From a distance, Wu Liang immediately sensed the stone's aura linking with the Obsidian in his hand, with its influence touching his mother's, Yao Qingxue, soul through the obsidian.

This was the main body of the curse seal!

"Do you even have the right to mention my parents?"

Wu Liang twisted his wrist, grabbing a cluster of mysterious mist, which in an instant formed the shape of a Sharp Sword that solidified.

Holding the sword in his right hand upright to his cheek, his left hand supported the blade, pointing at the Pioneer's maniacal silhouette, tilting his head with narrowed eyes as if aiming.

He decided to cut this fellow into a human swine first.

"By the way, I'm still very curious, how did you get out of the cave? My data shows you're still sacrificing your soul..."

The Pioneer showed no regard for Wu Liang's imminent combat stance, instead, he looked at the ruby in his hand and said with confusion.

This question indeed puzzled him to this moment; Wu Liang's appearance was so unexpected.

Upon hearing this question, Wu Liang merely tilted his mouth corner, speaking coldly: "Heh, who doesn't have a trick or two up their sleeve?"

No one knew that in the depths of that untouched cave, a figure bearing Wu Liang's complete likeness stood next to the slumbering Yao Qingxue.

He idly toyed with a model toy in his hand—a small building resembling a LEGO-brick house.

This was originally when, in Taohua Village, the Nightmare suspected the villagers had been killed by the Tower Ghost, Wu Liang had expressed he never brought its essence into the Tianshan Mountain Range...

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