Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 73 - 57 Sacrifice_2

Chapter 73: Chapter 57 Sacrifice_2

Xiao Baihong headed to the church’s front hall...

So Wu Xiaode decided to take the back route to see what he could discover.

He took a different path, walked down the unattended trails, and came to a side door of the church.

The door was locked.

Wu Xiaode drew his Dream Blowing Blade and inserted it gently into the doorjamb.

Two almost imperceptible clicks sounded.

He pushed open the door.

The cut where the lock had been severed was as smooth as a mirror.

—The sharpness of the Dream Blowing Blade was truly commendable.

Wu Xiaode went inside, closed the door behind him, and surveyed his surroundings.

All he saw was a confessional booth that seemed unremarkable.

But Wu Xiaode felt a thick presence of death.

For him, a member of the Death Camp, it was like a bright flame in the darkness.

He searched the walls and soon found a hollow space.

There had to be a secret door here.

However, the mechanism to open it was not easy to find.

Wu Xiaode simply pulled out the Dream Blowing Blade again, and traced a rectangle along the hollow part of the wall.

He grabbed recesses and protrusions in the wall and pulled back—

The wall was swiftly moved aside by him, and he gently placed it to one side.

Inside, there was indeed a spiraling staircase leading downward.

Wu Xiaode descended, the deeper he went, the stronger the sense of death became.

At last.

He reached the bottom of the staircase.

He found himself in another church hall!

Who would have thought that underneath the church, such a vast space was hidden!

Two men in robes stood in the center of the hall, talking.

"How’s the situation?" the older man asked.

The other man was rapidly typing on his phone and said, "Wu Xiaode isn’t dead. I’m discussing with everyone whether we should ask that being beneath us to take action and kill this kid for us."

Wu Xiaode froze for a moment, then took out his phone and opened the group chat.

A new photo of a fat lady appeared on the screen:

"I suggest we ask the being below to take care of Wu Xiaode. What do you all think?"

Ah, so it’s this person.

I’ve finally found you.

Standing amidst the demon mist, Wu Xiaode moved forward with silent steps toward the two men.

The men noticed nothing.

The older man said, "At midnight last night, the royal family lost several powerful figures in that world. If Wu Xiaode is also taken down, the protective force around the emperor will be completely unsustained."

"Yes, killing him would allow our plan to proceed smoothly," the younger man sighed in agreement.

By then, Wu Xiaode had already approached them.

He drew his Dream Blowing Blade, held it level, and swung it lightly forward.

"Huh?"

The younger man’s head took flight, and as it spun in mid-air, he realized the disconnection between his line of sight and his surroundings, uncontrollably letting out a sound.

The face of the older man changed, and he quickly chanted, "O master slumbering in the Deep Star Abyss, all living beings and matter are but fodder in your dreams, I beseech thee with the souls of twelve hundred spirits as sacrifice, let me borrow your might—"

Whoosh!

The Dream Blowing Blade passed through his neck.

His words were cut off mid-sentence.

The battle was over.

Wu Xiaode was about to sheathe his blade when a sudden unease took hold of him.

What’s happening?

He looked around, only to discover that the entire great hall had vanished.

The Book of the Dead opened swiftly, revealing lines of ice crystal text:

"You’ve been ensnared!"

"In the current battle, you’ve been hit by an extremely terrifying Sacrificial Skill. Please be very careful, do not die, or else your soul will become food for a certain being, never to exist again."

The world turned into a dark and silent deep sea.

In this deep sea, gradually there arose a chorus of ghostly female singing.

Two rows of women dressed in white gowns holding candles drifted slowly from the depths of the ocean.

What was eerie was that behind them were great swathes of pulsing veins and muscles, extending hundreds of meters into the deep sea.

Bathed in the light cast by the candles in their hands, Wu Xiaode could see a towering dark shadow that seemed to connect the earth with the sky.

— What is that?

Wu Xiaode felt a chill rising in his heart.

He was about to draw his Dream Blowing Blade, but after a moment’s thought, he refrained.

If he couldn’t even perform the two-stanza saber skill, what was there to fight?

At this moment,

In this eerie environment, the only thing he could rely on was this power from the Death Realm—

the Silent Demon Mist.

Once he realized this, he simply stood still.

The mist grew denser, layer upon layer, enveloping him completely.

Time slowly passed.

The women stood expressionless, gradually ceasing their singing as if waiting for something.

That’s when Wu Xiaode suddenly discovered something.

What those eerie women held in their hands wasn’t candles—

They were burning souls!

The souls emitted agonized wails, masked by the women’s singing.

The women held aloft those burning souls, casting light into the surrounding darkness.

The leader sang out, "No matter which world you live in, no matter what you are, when it comes to your time of sacrifice, surrender everything you have!"

All the women joined in the song.

Gradually, the deep sea filled with a violent and dark power.

— But it was in vain.

The Silent Demon Mist surrounding Wu Xiaode came from the Death Realm, marking him as a being from the land of the dead.

The spell of the opposition, as interpreted by their own incantations, could only seek out beings "alive in any world" for sacrifice.

"No matter which world you live in, no matter what you are—"

That was already a very powerful spell, wasn’t it? Because it transcended spatial limitations, ignoring all races.

Wu Xiaode thought to himself.

One moment.

Two moments.

Three moments.

Time continued to elapse.

A new line of text emerged on the Book of the Dead:

"The opponent’s spell cannot find its target; it’s stuck and cannot continue."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it, but still didn’t move or speak.

After a while,

The women turned in unison, still holding those burning souls, and walked away.

With the departure of the women, the strange phenomena of the world gradually disappeared.

The next instant,

Wu Xiaode found himself back in the underground hall.

The ground had long since split open all around.

Hands reached out from the earth, dense and numerous, held high in midair.

In the palm of these hands was an eye, continuously scanning back and forth as if searching for something.

Unfortunately, they could not see Wu Xiaode.

...Was it another world just now, or an illusion cast by those eyes?

Wu Xiaode couldn’t quite make sense of it.

But he knew what to do at that moment.

— Don’t move.

Time continued to move forward.

Dozens of moments later,

The hands, having detected nothing unusual, withdrew back into the ground and vanished from sight.

Wu Xiaode still did not move.

— He had been standing in the same spot since the moment the strange phenomenon began, not shifting an inch, surviving the lengthy ordeal.

After killing his adversaries, he didn’t dismiss the Silent Demon Mist but continued to maintain the "illusion" that shrouded him.

This was to prevent any unforeseen, unmanageable situations.

It was a bit of caution that Wu Xiaode maintained, even as he vanquished his foes.

Now, it seems,

It was the only reason he survived.