Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 518 - 406: I Send Myself to the Mortal World with Snow-laden Hair

Chapter 518: Chapter 406: I Send Myself to the Mortal World with Snow-laden Hair

"Sister Feixue, I can’t stay long this time, but I’m hungry now," Wu Xiaode said.

"I’ll cook something for you," Shen Xiujun replied naturally.

"Is there soup?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I’ll make some for you," Shen Xiujun smiled.

She turned and walked toward the kitchen.

"Great, I won’t say thanks then—the car from the bar, let me use it. I’ll drive to town to buy some supplies and replenish your stock," Wu Xiaode then looked at Shen Feixue.

Shen Feixue placed the car keys on the bar counter and cautioned, "Drive carefully, there’s a stretch of road that’s not easy to navigate."

Wu Xiaode took the car keys and shouted to Shen Xiujun,

"Got it—Xiujun, I’ll be back soon. I’m looking forward to the meal you’re cooking."

"Okay," Shen Xiujun said.

She really went into the kitchen.

Wu Xiaode turned around, left the bar, and got into the SUV.

The SUV roared to life and drove out of the small town.

Once the car was on the highway between the desert and the oasis, Wu Xiaode suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and gently landed on the passenger seat.

At the driver’s seat, a handsome blond man with wings suddenly appeared.

Ulysses.

"You drive, I’ll take a nap," Wu Xiaode said, yawning.

He adjusted the angle of the seat flat, closed his eyes, and lay down to rest.

Ulysses, understanding the unspoken agreement, took the wheel with both hands, eased up on the accelerator, and drove forward at a steady pace.

The bar, the kitchen.

Before Shen Xiujun’s beautiful eyes, waves of light and shadow appeared.

In the play of light and shadow, it was Wu Xiaode lying down and sleeping in the passenger seat.

Shen Xiujun closed her eyes and reopened them.

"He really went to buy things..." Her expression turned indifferent and heartless.

"Well, let me think, what does a human youth like him like to eat."

She looked at the pots and pans in front of her, quickly pondering what kind of delicacy to prepare that would increase Wu Xiaode’s favorability.

Meanwhile.

Wu Xiaode, with his eyes closed, quietly felt the prompt runes emerging in his mind:

"You have activated a historical segment stored within the book of Destruction Laws."

"For the sake of secrecy, this history will unfold through your dreams."

"Countdown begins in five seconds."

"Five,"

"Four,"

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One!"

"The dream medium is ready."

"The bridge has been built!"

"Time disordered, linking history!"

"Entering—"

The sound of the car engine and the noise of the wind suddenly disappeared.

Everything became quiet.

The surroundings darkened.

After several breaths,

The entire space seemed to shake violently, and Wu Xiaode could sense something rapidly emerging from the depths of the darkness.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"You can choose to completely bury this history to prevent yourself from being killed by calamity demons for knowing too much."

"The method is to take three steps back."

"This way, you can immediately leave this segment of history, return to your dream state, and then wake up from the dream."

"Everything is but a fleeting illusion, and you are safe."

"But if—"

"Your enemies are the calamity demons, and you truly wish to fight them, take a step forward."

"You will participate in something worthwhile."

Wu Xiaode abruptly opened his eyes to find himself standing amidst darkness.

Beneath his feet was a slab of stone floating midair.

In front of and behind him, there were stairways leading to different places.

Behind was his dream.

Ahead—

He fell silent for a moment, then said quietly,

"I still want to be a man."

After speaking, he took a step forward and suddenly landed on a long wooden staircase.

"Oh? You wish to fight the calamity demons to maintain your manliness?" the voice asked curiously.

"They’ve clung to me, relentlessly pursuing me, forcing me to like them."

Wu Xiaode shrugged and said as tersely as possible, "I can’t handle them. The only option is to turn the sword on myself—but I actually still want to be a man, so let’s do it—I’m determined to take down the calamity demons."

The voice, now with a hint of amusement, responded, "Very well, come upstairs to meet me."

As the voice faded,

Suddenly, the area became illuminated.

Noisy and clamorous voices rose all around.

The guzheng and pipa played in unison.

A faint female voice began to sing:

"Candles flicker in the autumnal glow on the cold painted screen,"

"The blue sky clear as water, the night clouds light,"

"Geese cry as they pass beyond Xiao and Xiang,"

"In the twelve-storeyed tower, the moon shines alone."

Wu Xiaode quietly listened, his gaze moving slowly, and saw many people sitting downstairs drinking tea and alcohol, enjoying the song.

He stood on the balcony of the third floor of a tavern, outside was a great river reflecting the snowy white cold moon.

Wind blew in from the river.

Rows of ice crystal characters emerged in the Void:

"Destination reached."

"You are now outside the dream corridor, at a crucial moment in a piece of the past."

"Please proceed with caution."

All the characters retracted.

Wu Xiaode steadied himself, feeling somewhat astonished.

The way this history had been entered was indeed very covert.

But what would he encounter next?

He walked forward, just as the voice directed, ascending the stairs step by step.

The stairs led to a private room.

He opened the door.

In the private room were several beautiful women, gathered around a long-haired youth.

One woman was singing softly;

Another poured a full cup of wine, bringing it to the youth’s lips;

Another was gently massaging his feet;

And another knelt behind the youth, allowing him to lean slightly against her soft body.

Another woman, holding an orchid, inserted it among the long hair atop the youth’s head.

The youth had fair skin and handsome features, seated cross-legged with a long saber clasped in both hands, his eyes slightly closed.

He slowly sipped the wine from the cup.

"A guest has arrived."

A woman said with a smile.

All the women stood up, paid their respects to Wu Xiaode, and silently withdrew, closing the door behind them for the two men.

Wu Xiaode sat down opposite the youth, eyeing the saber in his embrace.

—In almost an instant, he realized that his Butterfly Soul Saber was missing from his waist.

And the saber in the youth’s embrace was the Butterfly Soul Saber!

Finally, the youth opened his eyes and gently caressed the saber, speaking,

"It’s been too long, I never thought this saber would return to this moment."

"Are you the founding chairman of the Destruction Council?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Indeed." The youth replied.

He explained, "The Destruction Council is an organization that clings to the many calamities, providing various conveniences for them, aiding them in their obliteration of worlds, and I am the founder of that organization."

"We have annihilated many worlds and achieved great feats, convincing the calamities of our value."

"So now, I am a favored person on the side of the calamities."

A hint of a smile appeared on Wu Xiaode’s face as he responded softly,

"I see, but as I said earlier, I am an enemy of the calamities."

The youth didn’t reply, simply turning to look out the window.

In the night sky, countless streams of light flew towards the depths of the heavens, like a cascading waterfall of light.

"Those are the souls of human warriors."

He suddenly said.

"Souls?" Wu Xiaode didn’t understand.

"Tonight marks the moment when all powerful beings across the realms have been utterly defeated, choosing to cross over into the Death World to become Heroic Spirits, in an attempt to preserve their strength for a future clash with the boundless calamities."

The youth withdrew his gaze and faced Wu Xiaode.

"But my choice differs from theirs; I choose to cling to the calamities, and this way I can survive."

Wu Xiaode rested his hand on the Desert Sword and whispered, "I suppose I can understand that; after all, even ants cling to life, let alone humans."

"Life and death is trivial; my need to survive has its reasons." The youth stated.

"Oh? And what reasons are those?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Among all the realms, only the Death God has witnessed the scenes of everyone’s defeat, and in the end, he surmised that although the great calamity will destroy everything, in this era of ending all, in the darkest moment, some hope will undoubtedly arise."

"That hope is the Destiny Fruit, the final convergence of all Laws exerting their full power, manifesting for an incredibly brief and elusive moment,"

"—because the calamities will certainly destroy it."

"Without seizing that fruit of destiny, in the moment when the Ten Thousand Spirits come into being, we will still not be victorious against the calamities."

"And in this era, all powerful beings are already dead."

"Therefore, someone must come from the future to seek that Destiny Fruit—"

"But here’s the catch, the calamities, upon discovering this person, will surely kill him."

"Thus, we need someone the calamities won’t kill."

"That’s me, a surrenderer."

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

A strong, irrepressible emotion welled up in his heart.

He solemnly paid his respects to the youth, asking earnestly,

"How... can I help you?"

With a calm demeanor, the youth replied, "After I die, this body will be yours, since a surrenderer still has value, the calamities won’t kill you."

"You must pursue that sole hope for all beings, find a way to protect it, steal it, and bring it back to the future."

"Only then will there be hope for the future."

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but ask,

"But how did you know there would be someone like me in the future, certain to come to this moment?"

The youth articulated each word, "We don’t know what the future holds, but we harbor hope—"

"’Hope’ is the final Law of all beings."

He lifted his cup, calmly continuing,

"After I die, it will be the moment that the Death God enters Destruction."

"One day in the future, if the intertwining of Laws and the emergence of destiny create an infinitesimal chance, awakening the rare Power of the Death God in one of the beings—"

"In that moment, a Heroic Spirit will impart my Saber Skill to that being."

"If he passes the numerous trials and stands before the calamities unscathed, he will be worthy to come to this pivotal moment to see me."

"Seeing this person, seeing his saber, I knew hope had arrived."

"We have finally waited for such a person."

After speaking, the youth took a sip from his cup.

His life force suddenly weakened and soon vanished without a trace.

"Wait, don’t—" Wu Xiaode hurriedly said.

"No need for more words, life and death is trivial."

The youth smiled at him, whispering, "From here on, it’s up to you."

He held the unfinished cup of wine and slowly closed his eyes.

He died.

In an instant, Wu Xiaode vanished from the spot.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The youth opened his eyes again.

At that moment, he took over his body, becoming him.

A trace of sorrow appeared on the youth’s face.

He turned to watch the countless shooting stars ascend into the sky.

These were the Heroic Spirits of humanity, crossing into the Death World.

They refused to submit to a fate of annihilation, and to strike back at a moment in the future, they were on their way to the Spirit Realm.

Even death could not halt their resolve.

After a few breaths,

The youth gently removed the orchid from his head and set it on the table.

The unfinished cup of wine moved steadily.

It spilled.

Before the flower.

With bowed head and hands folded, the youth observed a moment of silence.

Moonlight shone through the window onto his face, reflecting off his hair as white as snow.

Suddenly, a rumbling noise came from outside.

The youth abruptly opened his eyes, gripped the saber, stood, and murmured,

"You bury your sovereign beneath the spring, body to dust, bones to clay,"

"I entrust my being to the human realm, with snow upon my hair."

He walked toward the door.

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