“The big handprint that covers the sky!”
“Martial Arts: Wind Chasing Kick!”
“Magic Fireball Technique!”
As Xu Xi and his team ventured deeper into the Boundary Ruins, the enemies they faced grew stronger and more formidable. The smell of blood filled the air, and brittle bones crunched beneath their steps. Rivers of blood flowed freely, soaking bloated corpses whose faces were beyond recognition.
The further they went, the more corpses of Demon Cult cultivators appeared, often mingled with the remains of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples. Xu Xi’s brows furrowed as he took in the scene.
Most people know the sensation of dreaming. But regardless of whether it’s a sweet dream or a nightmare, dreams always seem fleeting, unreal. Yet now, the simulated memories Xu Xi had thought were mere illusions were manifesting before his very eyes, embodied in this horrifying Boundary Ruin.
Outrageous. Completely unbelievable.
“No, I can’t jump to conclusions yet,” Xu Xi thought to himself, determination setting in.
He needed more evidence to confirm that this Boundary Ruin originated from the immortal world he once simulated.
Wang Dali, towering and muscular, gave him a confident grin. “Brother Xu, are you sure you’ll be fine alone?”
Xu Xi nodded. “Don’t worry. Even if things get too dangerous, I can retreat safely.”
Wang Dali’s grin widened, and he flexed his massive arms. “Got it! You can count on me to keep things under control. My fists and muscles won’t let anyone down!”
With that, Wang Dali led the other extraordinary individuals to confront the ghost cultivators. His fists thundered as they collided with enemies, his raw strength tearing through the hordes of malevolent spirits with ease.
Seeing that the situation was under control, Xu Xi activated his spiritual power. He stepped onto his Withered Vine Sword and soared into the sky, heading deeper into the heart of the Boundary Ruins. His mind raced with thoughts, searching for the evidence he needed to confirm his suspicions.
Flying alone allowed Xu Xi to move quickly, and he soon found various signs that pointed to the origin of the ruins. He discovered the corpses of Demon Cult cultivators, the standard flying swords of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, and familiar storage bags.
“It’s true…”
Hovering in the blood-soaked sky, Xu Xi activated a magic barrier around himself to repel the falling blood rain. Looking at the evidence, he fell into deep thought.
“This Boundary Ruin really does originate from the immortal world I simulated. But how… how is this even possible?”
The simulated world had always seemed like a fabricated reality, a place he believed could never exist. Yet, here it was, colliding with the real world in the form of a Boundary Ruin.
The impossibility of the situation weighed heavily on Xu Xi. He remembered the simulator had never explicitly claimed the simulated world was false. His assumption had been just that—an assumption.
“Then… Mo Li… she’s real too,” Xu Xi murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. “She’s alive—or at least she was. Could she have survived this war?”
He took a deep breath and refocused. The mystery of the Boundary Ruin’s origin would have to wait. Right now, his priority was to find out more about the events that had unfolded here and ensure the ruin didn’t continue to spread.
He flew higher, carving a path through the ghost cultivators and remnants of Demon Cult cultivators with his Withered Vine Sword. His talismans flared with power, disintegrating anything that dared to block his way.
At last, he reached the top of the mountain of corpses. There, standing at the peak, was a lone figure.
Her back was turned to him, but her presence was overwhelming. Blood dripped from her sword, forming crimson streams that merged into the rivers below. Broken limbs and shattered bones surrounded her, a testament to the carnage she had unleashed.
Xu Xi’s breath caught in his throat.
Something about her was terrifying yet hauntingly familiar. Before he could retreat, the figure turned to face him.
It was a young woman. Her blood-streaked face broke into a radiant smile as she softly said, “Found you.”
“Brother—”
Her voice struck a chord deep within Xu Xi.
His body froze, unable to move as she approached. Each step she took sent shivers down his spine.
“Mo Li?” Xu Xi whispered, his voice trembling.
She reached out, her bloodstained hands gently wrapping around him. Her embrace tightened, and her voice echoed in his ears, full of emotion. “Brother, I won’t lose you again.”
Her words carried an indescribable weight.
Xu Xi wanted to respond, but before he could, the girl before him disintegrated into countless shimmering light particles. They floated into the air, leaving behind only a single crystalline teardrop.
The teardrop drifted into Xu Xi’s hand.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the special item: Eternal Teardrops]