Chapter 677 -543: I Will Give the Young Lady a Final Send-off

As the waters of the Yin River and the black flames on the Demon Pill neutralized each other, rising as clouds of Spiritual Power steam, Xiao Mo snatched the Demon Pill. He then wrapped it in layer after layer of the Yin River’s water and carefully placed it into his Storage Pouch.

The moment the Demon Pill was removed, the entire Yuzhu Secret Realm began to shake violently and incessantly.

The once-indestructible palace began to shed a shower of stone debris, as if the grand hall could collapse at any moment.

“Go!” In the blink of an eye, Xiao Mo once again wrapped his arm around Gui Junmeng’s slender waist and flew swiftly out of the palace.

“Human brat, don’t you run!”

“Leave the Demon Pill, and we’ll spare your life!”

“After them!”

How could the other Cultivators in the great hall stand by and watch as the greatest prize in the entire Secret Realm was so easily taken by another?

They had been caught in a chaotic battle, but now they all turned and gave chase after Xiao Mo.

However, the statues of Palace Maids and Attendants within the palace suddenly seemed to come to life.

Guided by some unknown force, the statues began to attack the other Cultivators.

But then, the divine statue suddenly burst forth with several rays of dazzling light.

These rays of light entered the bodies of the various Cultivators.

“What… what is happening?”

“This Spiritual Power…”

The Cultivators bathed in the divine light could clearly feel an unprecedented power surging into their bodies.

Under the influence of this power, their tempers grew more violent. With crimson eyes, they fought the statues to a standstill, trading blow for blow.

“RUMBLE!”

A series of earth-shattering booms echoed out once more, so loud they made one’s eardrums ache.

High in the sky of the Yuzhu Secret Realm, several distorted spatial gates suddenly appeared, like a great beast opening its abyssal eyes.

Xiao Mo knew these were the exits to the outside world.

“Xiao Mo…”

Gui Junmeng turned her head to glance at Xiao Mo and saw his eyelids growing heavy. He was swaying, looking as if he might fall from the sky at any moment.

Behind Xiao Mo, many of their pursuers were already catching up, the distance between them closing fast.

“Miss Gui… I don’t think… I’m going to make it out.” Xiao Mo spoke slowly, his weak voice like a taut thread high in the air, ready to snap at any second.

He took the Storage Pouch from his waist and gently passed it into Gui Junmeng’s hands, a pale smile forming on his lips.

“I’ll cover your escape. Inside this pouch is a letter and the Demon Pill we just acquired. If you are willing, please deliver both the Demon Pill and this letter to Tushan after you leave. As for the other items in the Storage Pouch, they are all yours.”

“Xiao Mo, we can get out of here together.”

Gui Junmeng bit her lip. With a fierce wave of the Duster in her hand, she batted away an incoming Flying Sword.

She pushed her Spiritual Power to its limit, carrying Xiao Mo closer and closer to the spatial exit.

Xiao Mo just smiled faintly and shook his head, his tone calm and resigned. “Miss Gui, it’s no use. Even if I get out, so what? My Life Origin is already destroyed. I wouldn’t last long even if I managed to survive this.”

As he finished speaking, Xiao Mo pulled a Talisman from his robes. He bit the tip of his tongue and, using his Essence Blood as ink, began to write on it with swift, fluid strokes, leaving behind vivid red characters.

“Let me… see you off… on the last part of your journey.”

Xiao Mo pinched the Talisman and flicked it toward the distorted spatial exit ahead. The Talisman instantly burst into flame.

The Talisman burned away silently at Xiao Mo’s fingertips, transforming into a gentle breeze that steadily lifted Gui Junmeng straight into the sky.

Gui Junmeng tried to turn around and stand with Xiao Mo.

But she found she couldn’t break free from the Talisman’s power.

Gui Junmeng could only let herself be carried by the gentle breeze, moving farther and farther away from Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo raised his head, his gaze piercing through the slowly closing spatial gate until Gui Junmeng’s figure vanished completely. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Xiao Mo turned around. Behind him, his Heaven and Earth rose, its aura as vast and terrifying as an abyss or a prison.

The Secret Realm was collapsing faster and faster, and more and more Cultivators were slowly coming to their senses.

They looked up at the crumbling world around them and realized the Secret Realm was about to collapse completely. If they didn’t escape in time, they would be buried here.

Forgetting all about chasing fortunes, they scrambled desperately toward the nearest spatial gates.

However, some Cultivators were still unwilling to give up on the Demon Pill and remained fixated on the exit Gui Junmeng had passed through.

According to the Laws of most Secret Realms, different exits led to different locations in the outside world.

If they wanted the Demon Pill, they had to go through that specific gate.

But Xiao Mo casually struck them down and killed them all.

Only Xin Xiao’er seemed to have never cared about the Demon Pill from the start.

From beginning to end, her eyes were only on Xiao Mo’s life.

Even though she clearly had a chance to survive, she still chose to try and cut Xiao Mo down, attempting to complete the mission Tushan had given her.

Xiao Mo didn’t understand Xin Xiao’er’s obsession. ‘She seems a little too desperate,’ he thought.

Xin Xiao’er raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She took a step, and her figure vanished from Xiao Mo’s sight, untraceable as a phantom.

When Xiao Mo turned his head, he saw a chillingly sharp dagger silently slicing toward his own head.

However, his towering Heaven and Earth blocked the blow just in time. The sharp, piercing sound of clashing metal rang out.

The next moment, Xin Xiao’er’s figure once again dissipated into the air.

The Spiritual Power around her began to climb ceaselessly, and an equally massive Heaven and Earth slowly materialized behind her.

But soon, that Heaven and Earth began to shrink rapidly, finally transforming into something like a brilliant golden coat that fit Xin Xiao’er’s body perfectly.

Under Xin Xiao’er’s fierce and crazed assault, Xiao Mo’s towering Heaven and Earth gradually began to give way, fine cracks appearing all over its body.

But Xiao Mo keenly seized a fleeting opportunity. The Yin Yang River surged abruptly, binding Xin Xiao’er tightly.

The next instant, Xiao Mo’s Heaven and Earth shot out a giant palm and clenched it tightly around Xin Xiao’er.

Sword Qi erupted from Xin Xiao’er’s body, whistling through the air as it forcibly blasted open the giant hand of Xiao Mo’s Heaven and Earth!

She then transformed into a sharp streak of light, unhesitatingly aiming for the center of Xiao Mo’s forehead.

But at that very moment, the Sixth-grade Flying Sword flew in silently from somewhere unknown, piercing through Xin Xiao’er’s heart from behind.

Like a bird with a broken wing, Xin Xiao’er plummeted straight down from the sky.

Her eyes were still as vacant as ever, but in the depths of her mind, scenes from her childhood began to surface involuntarily.

The day her own father dragged her to the streets to sell her as a child, a beautiful woman happened to pass by, and her gaze fell upon her.

The woman stopped, crouched down, and spoke slowly, “You have a good Root Bone. Are you willing to come with me? I can teach you cultivation, but from this day forward, your life will be mine.”

The little girl didn’t know what cultivation was back then, and she was afraid of strangers.

But her father was overjoyed, for he had sold his daughter for a good price.

In the long years that followed, Xin Xiao’er practiced assassination Techniques day after day, killing one person after another for the woman named Tushan Meng.

From men to women, from the Human Race to the Demon Race, from newborn infants to the elderly in their twilight years—none were spared.

Every day, Xin Xiao’er would remember the innocent people who died horribly by her blade.

Every night, she would fall into a fitful sleep under the silent gaze of those dead souls.

And when she awoke the next day, she would kill an unknown number of people with her dagger once more.

“This life… I’m giving it back to you…”

Her voice was exceedingly soft and faint.

She slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling into a slight smile. There was no pain in it, no regret.

There was only a sense of release, one that felt long overdue.

It was as if only in this moment had she finally, truly come alive.

Her body slammed heavily into the ground, shattering a small mountain peak and sending rubble flying.

Lifeless, she was completely buried under an avalanche of falling debris.

The messy pile of rubble resembled an unmarked gravestone.

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