Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 258 - 229 Past Epoch!

Chapter 258: Chapter 229 Past Epoch!

This was a very narrow secret passage.

The mottled walls were constructed of dark red bricks, each brick etched with densely packed runes.

Walking in such a narrow passage filled with runes gave one the illusion that the world had vanished.

Yes.

The world seemed to have disappeared, and all the runes on the walls before him formed a flowing sea of magic.

Something unpredictable was hidden in this sea.

Wu Xiaode had never seen these runes before.

But walking here, he gradually felt an ominous sense rising within him.

The Desert Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it too was uneasy.

Yet the middle-aged man seemed completely unaware of the problems here.

He walked one step ahead of Wu Xiaode, moving through the long, endless passage, and casually said,

"I spent hundreds of years acquiring this secret passage token, and waited thousands more to encounter a puppet like you."

Wu Xiaode hung his head, saying nothing.

He felt as though something around him had come to life and was peering at him from afar.

This scrutiny was filled with an indescribable malice.

Just feeling this malice made Wu Xiaode feel like he couldn’t resist drawing his sword.

The middle-aged man still noticed nothing and continued speaking,

"The Prison of Sin is truly a fascinating place, its power exceeds my imagination, and despite my best efforts, I cannot comprehend how it functions."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t hold back anymore.

He abruptly stopped, gripped his long sword, and spoke, "That’s enough, I’ll walk the path ahead alone. You don’t need to follow."

The middle-aged man stopped not far behind him.

"Is that so?" he said, somewhat regretfully, "I thought we had formed a very good alliance."

"Our relationship is indeed very good," Wu Xiaode said.

"But you are unwilling to take me to your era," said the middle-aged man.

Wu Xiaode sneered inwardly, wishing he could say he didn’t even know how to get there himself, how could he take him.

Of course, he couldn’t say that.

That would give him away.

The Book of the Dead opened before him, once again presenting the Wall of Sighs before his eyes.

The wall was burning.

Black smoke billowed as if it had caught fire.

—The Wall of Sighs had never warned him so urgently.

You’ll die if you go any further!

"Next time, after I come back, I’ll take you there," Wu Xiaode said evasively.

"Next time? Are you sure?" the middle-aged man said.

"It’s not entirely certain, it depends on how this trip back goes," Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man fell silent, contemplating.

Wu Xiaode seriously warned, "Don’t follow any further, the area ahead is a place of danger—even for you Divine Demons, it is sufficiently perilous."

This time he spoke the truth.

Because the other could not sense the malice at all.

Understanding the significance here, Wu Xiaode realized something—

When that force wants someone to feel it, then they can sense it, if it doesn’t want to, you might not even be able to detect it!

Even if the middle-aged man was the strongest among all Demon Gods, and even if his own full-strength sword strike couldn’t trouble him—

He still could not feel the watcher in the Void.

This indicated that they were not on the same level.

Which meant—

In the deepest part of this underground palace’s secret passage, there existed an even more terrifying presence!

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

As a professional with a soul power level of 21, how was he qualified to be involved in events of this magnitude?

He closed his eyes, then opened them again, his demeanor returning to calm.

First—

The middle-aged man could not die.

He still needed to rely on him to deal with the other Demon Gods of World 5432.

If you die, what will I use to kill people?

"Go back first, and wait for my message," Wu Xiaode said once again.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few moments, then spoke again, "I’m actually not like the other Demon Gods. I’m more interested in the secrets of the Epoch than in freedom. For this, I would rather be eternally imprisoned in the Prison of Sin to probe into its depths—"

"If you’re willing to take me there once, I can offer you much more in return."

Wu Xiaode listened intently.

He suddenly felt the runes on the surrounding walls come to life.

An even more terrifying presence quietly descended.

This won’t do, whether it’s for himself or this Demon God, they couldn’t advance any further.

But he couldn’t let the Demon God know this.

—If he slipped up, then there would be no place for him in the grand hotel of the Death Demon Cave; the plan to assassinate the Demon God of World 5432 tomorrow would have to be abandoned.

"Let’s do this, I promise to take you there next time," Wu Xiaode said.

"Really?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, go back now, wait in your Demon Palace—I’ll definitely be back before tomorrow," Wu Xiaode said.

"Alright, then I’ll go back. I hope you remember your promise," the middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode nodded.

Hurry up.

He silently shouted in his mind.

For some reason, the hairs on the back of his neck were already standing on end.

Finally.

The diligent and intellectually curious Demon God turned around and walked back the way he came.

After a while.

He was out of sight.

Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the Book of the Dead.

The Wall of Sighs was now surrounded by a swirling dark mist, looking like a dark torch burning on the page.

You’ll die any moment now!

Wu Xiaode no longer hesitated and was about to activate "Dreamer."

Just then, the Desert Sword suddenly moved again.

An idea transmitted from the Desert Sword to Wu Xiaode’s heart.

"Use ’Eternal Puppet Body.’"

—This was the Sword Spirit transmitting its thoughts.

In truth, he had deceived the Demon God and even the prisoners several times using the Eternal Puppet Body.

Now that the Sword Spirit said so, Wu Xiaode immediately followed suit, without hesitation, activating "Eternal Puppet Body."

The long sword vibrated and Divine Skills surged.

Instantly, Wu Xiaode’s body turned into hard ceramic, completely transforming into a puppet.

At almost the same moment—

The densely packed runes on the surrounding walls all came to life.

Space no longer existed.

Yet space existed, but it left Wu Xiaode completely unsure of his whereabouts.

The runes converged together to form a three-dimensional giant rune skull that looked down upon Wu Xiaode.

It was about the size of eight soccer fields, floating in the boundless secret space, with Wu Xiaode standing below it, like a speck of dust in front of a Divine Demon.

All the runes permeating the void began to vibrate, emitting a grand and profound sound:

"Trans—port—co—or—din—ate—"

For a moment, it seemed as if the entire rune world was filled with the sound of these words.

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a few moments before he slowly comprehended.

The sound was coming from the rune skull, which was asking him for a coordinate—

But he had no idea what the teleportation coordinate was.

Even his own body was not truly his, but had been transferred to him by the Desert Sword.

Time slowly passed.

Wu Xiaode’s mind raced with thoughts, but he could not come up with any coordinates.

The coordinates of that underground interrogation room in the parallel world were definitely not usable.

Beyond that, what else did he know?

He had absolutely no clue.

He looked up at the massive rune skull, feeling an increasingly dangerous aura emanating from it.

Could it have started to realize he was an impostor?

No way, he had to think of something fast.

A flash of spirit light suddenly passed through Wu Xiaode’s mind.

That’s right—

The Desert Sword!

Wu Xiaode hurriedly looked down at the sword in his hand, silently saying, "Now only you can help me, if you know any coordinates, tell it."

The Desert Sword seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

It vibrated gently, slipped out of Wu Xiaode’s hands, floated up into the air, and spun halfway to point in a direction.

The giant rune skull watched this scene, motionless.

The dangerous aura it had been emitting suddenly disappeared.

In the entire void, countless runes began to vibrate again:

"Set—point—trans—port—"

"Arrival!"

Wu Xiaode felt an immense power grab him and tug with all its might—

He managed to retrieve the Desert Sword from midair, then his entire body was suddenly pulled by this force, whistling through the dense sea of runes.

Before him, all the runes parted to either side, preemptively clearing a pathway.

They transformed back into the appearance of walls.

As Wu Xiaode flew forward, he kept flying—

Suddenly, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

The ground was cold and hard, and the walls on either side were narrow and filthy.

Wu Xiaode raised his head and found himself lying in a dark alley, with dim streetlights outside and the occasional car speeding past.

It was late, and no stars were visible.

—Where was this place?

Wu Xiaode wondered, slowly standing up from the ground.

He looked towards the Book of the Dead, but there were no hints there.

But the Desert Sword gently stood in mid-air, writing a line of small characters on the cement ground in front of him:

"Welcome to the Past Epoch."

...

Elsewhere.

It was still the deepest part of the Demon God Palace, that underground passage.

After Wu Xiaode had been teleported away.

A figure slowly emerged from one end of the secret passage.

A middle-aged man!

It turned out that what he had just said to Wu Xiaode was merely pretense—

In fact, he had never intended to leave.

A victorious smile appeared on his face as he whispered, "I finally got to see it."

Shh... Shh...

He stepped toward the spot where Wu Xiaode had disappeared, looking around.

"The puppet disappeared from here...which means, this secret passage doesn’t need to be walked all the way to the end, the end is just the prisoner’s room— and the spot where he was just standing, that’s the transmission point to the Past Epoch."

"How can I activate this transmission point?"

The middle-aged man looked around earnestly.

The walls were covered with eerie runes, dense and chilling to the core.

He began to try various magic spells, attempting to find a way to activate the transmission.

But in the oblivious void—

Even in the vast world of runes that he couldn’t even see—

The giant rune skull once again gently lowered, its dark hollow eye sockets overlooking him.

The endless runes started to tremble again.

A grand voice echoed through the mysterious space:

"Not—permit—ted—"

"Eradicate—"

The middle-aged man, still unaware, continued to mutter a spell to activate the transmission.

The next instant.

A ripple formed in the void.

Upon seeing this ripple, he immediately showed a joyful smile and couldn’t help whispering:

"It seems that I have finally discovered it!"

As soon as the words fell.

The countless runes on the surrounding walls suddenly came to life.

The dense runes converged into a giant rune hand, which grabbed the middle-aged man and squeezed hard.

In an instant.

The rune hand disappeared.

Thud!

The middle-aged man fell to the ground.

His body was covered in those eerie runes, which flashed a few times on his skin before sinking into his body.

The middle-aged man convulsed uncontrollably, as if resisting and struggling.

"No!"

He spat out the word in despair.

The next instant.

All the runes dispersed from his body and returned to the walls, remaining tranquil.

The middle-aged man lay on the ground, no longer showing any signs of life.

After a few moments.

His entire body quickly shrank until it was as small as a rune, then it also turned into a rune and slowly sank into the ground.

Shortly afterward.

In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, a new eerie rune appeared.

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