Chapter 298: Heavenly Sword Long Feixue

As he rushed out, he felt a strong forward momentum, but a surge of soul power steadied him, and Hei Wukai stood firmly.

The night sky was clear, with a bright moon hanging on both the east and west sides, casting gentle moonlight that clearly illuminated the surroundings.

This was an extremely barren desert, with nothing around. The only plants on the ground were some thin, sparse weeds, scattered every few dozen meters, like the few strands of hair on a bald man's head...

The silver moonlight shone down, turning the barren land into a silvery landscape. The stubborn weeds stood out starkly, making the desert appear even more desolate.

"So this is the Soul Illusion Realm," Hei Wukai grinned. "There really are places where even birds don't bother to land."

He looked around, but there were no noticeable landmarks in sight.

Looking up at the two moons in the sky, he felt that the one in the west was brighter and larger, so Hei Wukai chose his direction.

"This way it is."

Laying low was Old Wang and Fantexi's choice, but Old Hei clearly didn't need to.

Hei Wukai leisurely walked in the chosen direction, his steps light and unhurried, yet his speed was not slow. He had a weed he just plucked from the ground in his mouth, which tasted bitter but had a refreshing quality that kept him alert.

Generally, the opportunities and treasures in the Soul Illusion Realm would emit strong soul power reactions and needed to be sought out. The moon has always been a symbol of mysterious powers. Although there was no precise theoretical basis, the larger and rounder it appeared, the more likely it seemed that opportunities and treasures would be found in that direction.

To be honest, the Night Yaksha tribe had unique temperaments. Old Hei wasn't particularly concerned with material possessions; he valued the experience itself more. Of course, the most important thing was to quickly trigger the opportunity to enter the next layer and reunite with Wang Feng. Fate had always been unfair to his human brother. Even without considering their friendship, a true genius who could match him, if he died at the hands of petty villains due to the Black Hole Syndrome preventing him from using soul power, it would be a tragedy that anyone would mourn. Moreover, he always felt that there would be a chance for a battle in the future.

Rustle, rustle...

In the vast desert, small lizard-like creatures could be spotted occasionally. When they noticed someone approaching, they quickly scurried into the cracks in the ground or behind isolated rock piles, disappearing from sight.

After walking for half the night, he could faintly make out a range of mountains in the distance. Though the mountains appeared close, they were probably still dozens of miles away. However, the patches of weeds and rocks around him were gradually thickening. Old Hei even spotted a rare tree and examined it with interest. Although the tree looked bare...

Boom!

A sudden flash of white light exploded in the sky, followed by a series of thunderclaps!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thick bolts of lightning rained down crazily above Hei Wukai's head, instantly transforming the surroundings into a prison of thunder and lightning. The deafening roar temporarily deafened him.

But that wasn't all. The once dry, cracked ground instantly transformed into a black, flowing mud pit. A few lizards hiding in the rock piles or ground cracks tried to escape in panic, but even their light bodies couldn't stand or run on the flowing mud. They were swiftly sucked down by the sinking mud and vanished.

A prison of thunder and a deathly mud pit!

"We've caught a big fish!" Several figures eagerly emerged from the pile of rocks.

"Is that Hei Wukai?"

"It can't be that easy, can it?"

"Haha, what's easy or not," a man dressed in War Academy attire said with a smile. "We've been setting up here all day. With the exorcism array and these sixteen high-level thunder talismans, even a true ghost level expert would struggle with this, let alone Hei Wukai!"

"Brother Feng, did you use all the thunder talismans?"

"Since it's Hei Wukai, we can't hold back," the man smiled. "We're lucky. Taking him out is worth more than killing a hundred ordinary Holy Sanctuary disciples! Go and search for his soul card..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly stopped.

The flowing mud in the field had stopped and hardened again. A few small lizards were frozen on the surface of the hardened soil, their bodies already charred by the lightning. But the body of Hei Wukai, which should have been frozen in the center, was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he?" He looked around, only to find that the surroundings had become eerily silent. The companions who had been talking to him moments ago now stood like statues, utterly still.

The exorcist suddenly became alert, but before he could clearly see his surroundings, a laugh rang out behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

Whoosh!

A streak of light sliced through the air.

The exorcist's eyes widened in shock as his entire body was cleanly cut in half.

But the next second, the severed body transformed into a cascade of sand, spilling onto the ground.

A body double?

Hei Wukai's eyebrows arched in curiosity, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes. Using his soul power to sense, he had yet to locate the opponent's true body when suddenly, two loud booms echoed, and two massive steel puppets, each about five to six meters tall, materialized from nowhere on either side. Their bodies were shiny and reflective, made of pure steel, looking incredibly sturdy, brandishing massive steel rods, thick as tree trunks, and they slammed them down with ferocious force toward Hei Wukai.

Boom! Boom!

The sheer force blasted two massive craters into the ground, but the target was unharmed.

Where is he?

The two steel puppets pulled their rods from the ground, glancing around in confusion, when one of their eyes suddenly lit up.

A tiny black figure darted up the rod and arm of the opposite steel puppet, and in the blink of an eye, it had leapt to a height level with the puppet's shoulder.

Eliminating this small target was the top priority, and almost without hesitation, the steel puppet hurled its rod with deadly force toward the figure on its companion's shoulder, while the other steel puppet stood its ground, clenching its hands and pressing down hard on its own shoulder.

Slap! Boom!

First came the sound of the hand slamming onto the shoulder, followed by the rod smashing down.

The steel puppet's power was overwhelming, and with one swing, nearly half the opposite puppet's body was mangled. It collapsed to its knees with a thunderous crash, but its hands still firmly pressed on the shoulder, exerting every ounce of its strength, determined to crush the small figure into pulp!

But the next second, with a booming laugh, a black shadow burst forth from the top of the kneeling puppet.

A brilliant flash of white light streaked through the air.

Yaksha Steel Flash!

The opposite puppet just managed to raise its arm in defense before its movements came to an abrupt halt.

Swoosh...

Its head tumbled off, its neck and left shoulder completely severed, and then, 'carrying' its head, it slammed into the ground with a deafening crash, the cut surface smooth and flawless!

The exorcist had already retreated more than ten meters away, and the two steel puppets were utterly destroyed in mere seconds.

His pupils contracted sharply, and just at the moment the steel puppet was beheaded, he had already lost sight of Hei Wukai.

At this point, there was no time to look for Hei Wukai's figure; with his terrifying speed, one might die without even seeing his shadow.

Whoosh!

A flash of lightning appeared in his hand, and a circular lightning array instantly formed under his feet, with electric sparks rising from the array, and his entire body disappeared in an instant.

Teleportation? A diversion?

His black eyes suddenly gleamed with an eerie light, quickly scanning the surroundings.

Hei Wukai’s lips twisted into a sly grin as he suddenly sidestepped, his Yecha Wolf Fang Sword carving a gleaming arc through the seemingly empty air.

Time itself seemed to halt in that fleeting moment.

A figure, wide-eyed with shock, tumbled from the void, decapitated!

The blade hissed through the air, swift and deadly.

The Yecha Wolf Fang Sword deftly flicked over the lifeless bodies, and a few soul tokens sprang up, snatched up by Hei Wukai in a flash.

He glanced at them; the previous tokens were numbered in the three and four hundreds, but this exorcist’s rank was higher, though only at one hundred and fifty-seven.

Probably not a goldmine, but hey, it’s something.

The rewards from the Holy Sanctuary this time were decent. Old Hei couldn’t care less about all that merit and honor nonsense, as he wouldn’t be mingling with humans in the future. But the cash? Now that got his attention—after all, pretty faces don’t pay the bills.

Last time, that blood demon slipped away? With a little more hustle, it could’ve been caught, but offing it in Dragon City wasn’t worth the trouble. Here’s where the real payday is.

And now… not too shabby, I can help out a couple of ladies in need again!

Tucking away the soul tokens, Hei Wukai let out a sharp whistle.

He slid the Yecha Wolf Fang Sword back into its sheath, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his loose coat, a blade of grass dangling from his lips, swaying with each step, his eyes half-lidded, as if he was still half-asleep.

………………

The night wind carried a chill.

The first day in the illusionary realm was when everyone was on edge. Most hadn’t yet been shaken by the brutal reality, their heads still buzzing with dreams of glory and honor.

The cacophony of slaughter reverberated endlessly across the land. Screams pierced the night’s calm, echoing for miles, sending shivers down spines.

Most were on edge, but not the man in the swamp.

Clad in a flowing white robe, wielding a white sword, even his shoes were pristine white. Yet the grime of the swamp couldn’t touch him, as if a faint aura of soul power kept him immaculate, even his soles untouched.

Honestly, achieving this isn’t difficult, but in the life-and-death illusionary realm, to ‘waste’ soul power just for cleanliness, he’s probably the only one.

He wasn’t walking fast, truly not fast, his face relaxed.

The filthy swamp nurtured many wonders: giant mud crocodiles silently floating in the mire, waiting for prey; beautiful white flowers emerging from the mud, untouched by dirt; and strange insect-like creatures resembling flower fairies, with humanoid bodies, four transparent wings, and glowing antennae, dancing around the white flowers.

“Beautiful spirits,” he praised with a smile, exuding a peculiar affinity. Several ‘flower fairies’ were drawn to him, flying around, curiously circling him.

But at that moment, two hands suddenly emerged from the mud below, grabbing his spotless feet.

“Mud Sculpture!”

A large amount of mud rapidly concentrated, hardened, and gathered around his hands, forming thick, tough protective layers, making his hands several times larger, pitch black, and immensely powerful!

The ‘flower fairies,’ sensitive, timid, and somewhat silly creatures, were startled by the sudden emergence of the large hands and the surging soul power, momentarily forgetting to fly, nervously hovering in the air.

Simultaneously, two Holy Sanctuary disciples burst out from the mud on either side, leaping high.

They wore chest badges engraved with a symbol of three triangular stones, representing the Earth Core Holy Sanctuary, located south of the League of Blades, where disciples excelled in earth-based witchcraft, like Ice Spirit, a rare producer of earth witches in the League of Blades.

“Chen Lan!”

They flanked him from both sides, their hands channeling unique earth-based witchcraft. Though several meters apart, their movements were mirror images of each other, their soul power connected and resonating from afar.

The calm muddy swamp instantly turned frenzied, forming a massive whirlpool under the influence of their witchcraft. The vortex continuously hardened and condensed into sharp spikes, all aimed at the man in white to overwhelm him!

The coordination between the three was flawless, every movement seamlessly connected without a single flaw.

They had succeeded!

Excitement flashed in their eyes, but in the next second, a flash of white light, swift as lightning, appeared. All the attacks around them instantly froze in mid-air, and the movements of the three simultaneously came to an abrupt halt. Their fervent gazes cooled in an instant, turning dull and lifeless.

The white figure floated silently, landing gently dozens of meters away.

He didn’t glance back, merely opening his palm. A few frightened 'flower sprites' fluttered their wings, appearing both scared and confused in his palm.

Suddenly...

Splash!

Dozens of meters behind him, the swirling debris transformed back into mud, falling from the air back into the swamp, sending mud waves several meters high with a loud splash.

The two Holy Sanctuary disciples were abruptly cleaved in half, like torn pieces of cloth. In the ground, the two mud-congealed hands still maintained their gripping posture, but what they held were not the white trouser legs they had imagined, but two flower stems picked from the ground. Gurgling blood was already bubbling up from the swamp beside the hands, frothing with several large blood bubbles.

The 'flower sprites' in the white-clad man’s palm were startled awake by the splashing mud, fluttering their wings as they flew out of his hand. These little beings were lively, seemingly aware that the man in white had just saved them.

They flew around him gratefully, letting out soft, melodic chirps, clear and melodious, as if singing.

"Hehe," the man in white smiled gently, waving his hand at them: "Go on."

In the swamp, the four halves of the corpses were slowly sinking, but it was unlikely they would reach the bottom for a proper burial, as mud crocodiles, drawn by the blood, were already closing in.

Around the man, white light spots swirled, lingering for a long time before reluctantly departing.

He resumed his stride, walking further and further away. His pristine white clothes remained spotless, and even his ankles, which had been grabbed by the two muddy hands, still looked as white as snow. Only the jade-white longsword on his back bore two small, unassuming characters etched into its simple wooden hilt.

Heavenly Sword!

Heavenly Sword Long Feixue!

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