“Interesting…,” Xuan Hao mused.
His three heads possessed Divine Abilities that allowed him to perceive the past, present, and future.
Although his Physical Body had not been found, preventing him from fully peering into time, if an external force attempted to glimpse his past or future…
He could clearly sense it and retaliate!
Flies buzzing around all day were annoying, even if they didn't really affect him.
Since that was the case… Xuan Hao’s gaze pierced through space, locking onto a certain direction.
“I’ll take this city.”
As his thought arose, the boundless crimson mist sea surged once more.
This time, it was not an expansion, but a condensation, forming a substantial torrent of blood-red Qi that shot out with a roar, following the mental fluctuations that had tried to probe him!
“What is the Envoy going to do?”
The fluctuations of the mist sea naturally drew the attention of Qu Huaiwei and others.
They saw Xuan Hao stepping onto that blood-red path, his stride steady and indifferent, as he walked deeper into the mist sea.
His steps were clearly not fast, yet in the blink of an eye…
He was already a thousand meters away.
“Didn’t the Outer God already die? What else in this city could exist that would alarm the Envoy to act personally?”
The Flower-Faced Man was clad in a wide, crimson robe embroidered with strange, dark patterns, like a heretical pope walking through a blood-red sanctuary.
For the Envoy to treat it with such solemnity, the target was definitely not ordinary.
“Let’s go and see.”
Before Qu Huaiwei could speak, the Flower-Faced Man had already strode forward.
The two were no longer in a superior-subordinate relationship.
The emergence of countless Souls and the creation of the Corpse Soul Dao had elevated the Flower-Faced Man to the second most important figure in this Domain.
The two were now competitors.
The Flower-Faced Man naturally refused to fall behind Qu Huaiwei.
In just a moment, the outline of the underground base appeared within the churning mist ahead.
Like a mirage, it slowly manifested at the edge of the crimson mist sea.
…
“Beep beep beep!”
A piercing alarm instantly blared throughout the entire base.
The lights flashed wildly, turning to a crimson emergency state.
“What’s happening?”
In the monitoring room, Qiangwei rose in shock.
“It’s the Corpse Disassembly Immortal… It’s here!”
Haitang opened her eyes; though her third eye remained closed, her expression was extremely grave.
Before she finished speaking.
“Buzz!”
The heavy alloy blast door was not destroyed, yet it twisted, and crimson mist poured in like a breached dam.
In an instant, the base was enveloped by boundless blood-red Qi.
At the center of the churning blood mist, a figure slowly materialized.
A dark long gown, ink-black hair draped over his shoulders, a face so handsome it seemed otherworldly, and eyes as indifferent as ancient ice.
Qiangwei was on high alert, her muscles tensed.
The terrifying Divine Might of facing the Old One-level Outer God’s true form almost suffocated her.
“You still came.”
Haitang, however, was relatively calm; she stood up and looked directly at Xuan Hao.
Xuan Hao’s gaze fell upon her, calm and unmoving: “Since you saw the future, then… you should understand.”
“I understand.”
Haitang nodded, her voice slightly hoarse.
In the future she had seen, there was only one outcome.
Meaningless resistance, and complete annihilation of everyone.
Or… this city would completely become the Corpse Disassembly Immortal’s nest.
Haitang took a deep breath and said, “But beyond the future you saw, there’s one more thing you don’t yet know.”
She pointed to the closed vertical eye on her forehead: “It’s this eye of mine; it can see some special futures.”
“Of course I know.”
Xuan Hao’s lips held a playful smile:
“That eye of yours that peers into the past and future, its ‘past’ has already been shattered by me. As for its ‘future,’ if I didn’t still have a use for it, this eye would already be Waste.”
“Let us leave safely.”
Haitang suppressed the churning Qi and blood, looking directly into those eyes that seemed capable of freezing the Soul:
“In exchange, I can help you find what you’ve been searching for. You must be looking for some ancient relic, right?”
“Deal.” Xuan Hao agreed.
The lives of these Mortals were insignificant to him anyway.
“I need an item related to that relic as a medium,” Haitang added, “Only then can I pinpoint its trajectory in the long river of time.”
“Alright.”
Xuan Hao took a step forward.
He reached out and grasped the woman’s wrist.
“Buzz!”
A cold will surged in through the point of contact.
“Ugh…”
Haitang grunted, as if struck by lightning, her face instantly paling.
Her vision was instantly enveloped by boundless blood-red Qi!
It was a colossal shadow, towering between heaven and earth, exuding a majestic aura, branded like an imprint deep into her Soul.
An Old One! It really was an Old One!
Her assessment was perfectly accurate.
However, something even more horrifying occurred.
The tightly closed vertical eye on her forehead opened uncontrollably.
In the depths of its pupil, the originally orderly flowing light was now covered in blood-red Qi, as if forcibly manipulated by an invisible giant hand.
“How is this possible?”
A monstrous wave of shock surged in Haitang’s heart.
This Eye of Future, which had accompanied her ascent to S-rank and was almost fused with her Soul, had actually escaped her control.
“Is it strange?” Xuan Hao’s indifferent voice rang out: “It’s merely a Magical Artifact that’s somewhat passable.”
So-called ancient relics were merely Magical Artifacts left behind by predecessors.
Things that Mortals could not wield, for him…
Were simply at his fingertips.
As a True Immortal, what Magical Artifact could he not use?
As the vertical eye was forcibly driven by Xuan Hao’s will, countless fragmented light and shadow, distorted spacetime trajectories, continuously poured into Xuan Hao’s core consciousness.
Soon, the scene froze.
It was a small to medium-sized secret room.
On the central stone platform, a specially made glass container stood quietly.
Inside the container, a heart was submerged in a liquid that emitted a faint phosphorescence.
This heart was still beating.
An ancient, immortal aura assailed him through the image.
“Interesting.”
A cold light flashed in Xuan Hao’s eyes.
Mere Mortals, yet they dared to steal Divine Might.
Someone had used some means to forcibly activate his heart, stealing his abilities.
The heart’s ability… should be lightning Dao.
As a True Immortal, even a separated heart could not be wielded by ordinary people.
The other party should be an evil spirit.
Or at least had reached the Realm of an evil spirit.
“Pfft…”
Haitang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her face instantly turning pale.
The vertical eye on her forehead, as if drained of power, quickly closed, leaving only a bleeding slit.
Her body swayed precariously, her aura extremely weak.
“You’ve already seen it…”
She gasped, her voice hoarse and faint:
“Can we leave now?”
Xuan Hao released his hand, drifting backward and merging into the surging blood mist, leaving only an indifferent silhouette.
“Go.”
Haitang didn’t hesitate; she didn’t even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, turning and leaving.
Dealing with an Old One-level Outer God made her deeply uncomfortable, even if It hadn’t fully revived yet.
“Wait!”
Qiangwei’s anxious voice came.
Just as It was about to dissipate, four alloy boxes appeared in Its hand.
“Those are our ancient relics.” Qiangwei saw clearly that the numbers on them indeed belonged to ancient relics.
The Corpse Disassembly Immortal had actually taken the base’s ancient relics!
“Never mind them, let’s go.”
Haitang paused, not looking back.
Qiangwei bit her lip, her eyes full of unwillingness.
These relics were obtained by countless Martial Artists with their lives.
Remembering that It possessed intelligence, Qiangwei looked towards the blurry figure deep within the blood mist, suppressing her fear as she asked:
“These things are useless to you, taking them is pointless. Moreover, one of them can no longer be activated.”
“Cannot be used?”
Xuan Hao’s voice carried a hint of playfulness.
He waved his hand casually, and one of the boxes automatically opened.
Inside lay dozens of toothpick-sized objects covered in profound patterns… Looking closely, they were swords.
Xuan Hao gave a grand sweep of his hand!
“Buzz—!!!”
Those dozens of “toothpicks” instantly transformed into streams of light, flying up and expanding against the wind, instantly restoring themselves into dozens of ancient-looking long swords.
Each sword exuded a sharp aura, humming and vibrating.
“How is this possible?”
Qiangwei’s pupils constricted, and she gasped in surprise.
This relic had been tried countless times by the doctor, yet it remained like a dead object. But now, at the snap of a finger from the other party, it had regained vitality?
Xuan Hao took a step forward, his toes lightly touching the Void Realm.
“Buzz!”
Dozens of long swords converged beneath his feet, forming a dazzling sword cloud.
He stood with his hands behind his back atop the sword cloud, his figure soaring into the sky amidst the churning blood mist, transforming into a streak of light that vanished into the crimson horizon.
The blood mist dissipated with him.
Qiangwei stood rooted to the spot, staring at the empty sky and the vanished sword light, her face filled with unbelievable shock.
