The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1672 - 1668: It’s Actually Her

Chapter 1672: Chapter 1668: It’s Actually Her

"How about this? I’ll make a copy of the dan formula here and let Tianji City search through Tianji Pavilion shops across the Three Realms. However, it might take over a hundred years to gather everything. You need to be mentally prepared," the Little Master thought for a moment and then spoke again.

"It’s better to have hope than none at all. Thank you, Elder," Shen Luo quickly cupped his fists in gratitude and replied.

Before returning to his residence, Shen Luo first made a trip to Elder Man Bo’s mansion.

The place had already been cleared of all personnel, and Tianji City disciples had thoroughly sealed the entrance. However, Shen Luo’s special status granted him passage without obstruction.

He stepped inside the mansion and headed directly toward the secret chamber where Elder Man Bo had been attacked. Along the way, all the furnishings he saw were intact, with no signs of struggle or damage, indicating that no intruders had been here.

When he entered the secret chamber, the place was in disarray, with traces of a brief skirmish and large patches of dark black blood stains remaining. Judging by these remnants, the fight had not lasted long.

It seemed Elder Man Bo barely had a chance to resist, let alone send out a cry for help, before he was brutally killed.

Shen Luo wasn’t surprised by this. After all, Elder Man Bo was heavily injured and had been sent to rest at the Inner City mansion. Therefore, when attacked in the secret chamber, he had little strength to fight back.

Since a day and night had already passed, no breath or residual energy remained detectable here. Shen Luo could glean only a few clues. After paying silent respects to Elder Man Bo, he left.

Night fell.

Shen Luo sat alone in the guest room, the repaired jade pillow laid on the table in front of him. The cracks from before were still clearly visible.

He gently stroked the jade pillow with one hand, pondering Elder Man Bo’s murder when suddenly an overwhelming wave of drowsiness swept over him.

"Could it be..." Shen Luo subconsciously glanced at the jade pillow before him and murmured hesitantly.

Without another word, he picked up the jade pillow, took two or three steps back to the bed, and lay down to sleep.

...

Shen Luo felt his mind clouded, his eyelids weighed down as if burdened by immense pressure, making it impossible for him to open them.

Just then, an unexpected clanging collision sound rang in his ears.

Shen Luo struggled to open his eyes but remained powerless to do so.

"Who are you? What do you want..." Then came a sharp voice questioning urgently.

Shen Luo felt that this voice was intimately familiar, his desire to open his eyes growing even stronger, yet he remained unable.

"Hand it over willingly, and perhaps I’ll spare your life," a female voice echoed. He found this voice familiar too.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..." Shen Luo yelled frantically in his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes burst open, and he was shocked to find himself standing in front of a heavy stone door. Sounds of fighting reverberated from behind the door.

"Is this..." Shen Luo looked around and found the surroundings eerily familiar.

As his gaze landed on the corridor in front of him, he scanned the furnishings on both sides and his eyes widened instantly, his mind snapping awake.

"This is Elder Man Bo’s secret chamber!" He had visited it just earlier in the day.

Shen Luo felt momentarily dazed, uncertain whether he was dreaming or sleepwalking.

But just then, a chilling sound of a sharp blade slicing through bones echoed from behind the stone door, accompanied by a heavy, gasping moan that resembled the sound of a bellows being pulled.

Shen Luo abandoned his misgivings, threw himself against the stone door, and his body passed straight through the stone wall and into the chamber.

The secret chamber was dimly lit, but Shen Luo immediately noticed a figure slumped against the stone wall. Four limbs sprawled out, neck drooping lifelessly.

Beside them stood a figure cloaked entirely in a black robe, whose build suggested they were a woman.

Just as Shen Luo prepared to step forward, he saw the robed woman drop into a squat, seize the hair of the slumped figure, and tilt their head up, revealing a bloodied face.

"Elder Man Bo..." Shen Luo exclaimed in horror.

The person against the wall turned out to be Elder Man Bo, who should have been dead since yesterday. Yet now, he was in a grim state, with his throat and bones crushed, unable to make any sound.

"Hand it over, and I’ll make your death quick," the black-robed woman rasped coldly, tugging at Elder Man Bo’s hair.

At this moment, Shen Luo realized he had again entered a dream traversal.

But why had he gone back to yesterday night, the moment when Elder Man Bo was attacked, instead of a thousand years later?

A flurry of questions flooded Shen Luo’s mind, but he had no time to reflect now. No matter what was happening, he had to save Elder Man Bo first.

The black-robed woman, appearing to run out of patience, raised her palm and struck toward Elder Man Bo’s forehead.

"Stop!" Shen Luo roared furiously, his anger igniting into action.

His figure electrified with speed as he shot to the back of the woman, thrusting his palm toward her back.

Shen Luo’s palm, absent of spiritual light, passed through the woman’s body, piercing her chest and ribs effortlessly.

Yet, not a single bloodstain appeared.

Shocked, Shen Luo realized that he was as insubstantial as a phantom, passing straight through the woman’s form.

He himself was not in a physical body!

Before he could recover from his shock, the woman’s palm struck Elder Man Bo’s forehead, shattering his skull and obliterating his divine soul entirely.

Despairing, Shen Luo turned his gaze to the robed woman, needing at least to uncover the identity of Elder Man Bo’s murderer.

When he spun around, he saw that the woman wore a black dragon-scale mask, concealing her face.

"You won’t heed kindness, but you will heed punishment..." she sneered lightly, flipping an undisclosed storage ring hidden under Elder Man Bo’s body into her hand.

As she rose, a torn sleeve fell open, revealing a snow-white arm, as smooth as lotus roots. Near her wrist was a dark red scar from five fingers, resembling a burn.

"It’s... Ma Xiuxiu!" Shen Luo blurted out upon recognizing the mark instantly.

He vividly remembered that during the Chang’an ghost calamity, when the Jing River Dragon King’s divine soul was shattered, he had grabbed Xiuxiu’s wrist, transferring his cultivation to her and leaving this mark.

"The one who killed Elder Man Bo... It was her, Ma Xiuxiu..." Shen Luo struggled to comprehend his shock. But before he could recover, his vision suddenly darkened, plunging him into an endless void.