vstars Chapter 285 Sea of Memories
Chapter 285 Sea of Memories
At this moment, Xiao Xingchen is like a traveler groping in the dark, desperately needing a life-or-death storm to awaken the dormant power of the Origin Runes within him.
Of course, he was gambling, gambling with his life and fortune. The slightest mistake would lead to utter ruin and plunge him into an abyss.
Looking back on his life, he had never been as clear-headed as he was at this moment. From the moment he transmigrated, he had endured the trials of rebirth, which was undoubtedly the greatest crisis he had ever faced.
The bottom of this unfathomable abyss resembled a colossal beast with its jaws wide open, and with each step it took, a chilling creaking sound could be heard.
The red liquid seeping from the rock walls, like beating hearts, was screaming and roaring at his feet.
The nine giant pythons before him exuded a suffocating aura of terror. Although he was now well-informed and had experienced many strange things, the shock emanating from Mu Wushuang behind him was clearly even greater.
Two identical people, and another lying quietly in a coffin—how could this not arouse his suspicion? Could it be that his arrival here was truly just a coincidence? Perhaps, if he hadn't brought Mu Wushuang along, this abyss wouldn't have split open.
As they drew closer, the first palace came into full view. Wushuang flicked her fingers, and a fireball streaked across the sky like a meteor. Illuminated by the firelight, the enormous palace resembled a majestic mountain, with ancient inscriptions like mysterious runes densely covering its surface.
A giant python, like a winding dragon, encircled the palace from bottom to top, its head held high at the highest point of the palace, its forked tongue piercing the sky like a sharp sword.
Xiao Xingchen's gaze remained fixed on how to open the door, unaware that Mu Wushuang's right hand was gripping her heart like an iron clamp, her face growing paler as if tormented by an invisible pressure.
With each step she took closer to the palace, her body felt as if it were being crushed by a thousand-pound burden, unable to bear the weight.
"Xiao Xingchen, I can't hold on much longer, you have to go!" Sensing Mu Wushuang's weakness, he hurriedly turned his head to look at her, and was shocked. He asked her, somewhat at a loss.
"How can I help you?"
"My memories seem to be overlapping with those of the woman in the coffin. I saw a person; it was that person who suppressed the nine coffins here. He looks so familiar; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
Despite the excruciating pain in her head, Mu Wushuang gasped for breath, shaking her head violently every now and then. The fragmented memories were causing her mind to begin to crumble.
"No, this can't go on,"
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Xiao Xingchen, ignoring the pain in his eyes, was about to activate the Eye of Stars once more.
Mu Wushuang's current situation is due to the influx of numerous memory fragments, which her body cannot withstand. He wants to use the Eye of the Stars to intercept and steal those memories midway.
"Mu Wushuang, I apologize for the offense."
He held the bronze sword, pointing the tip at Mu Wushuang's brow. The bronze light shone brightly as he thrust it down towards Mu Wushuang's forehead.
To everyone's surprise, the usually invincible bronze sword clanged back at Mu Wushuang's brow, as if he had struck not his brow, but a diamond.
The force of the rebound sent him staggering back two steps, nearly knocking the sword from his hand. His wrist was still slightly numb, demonstrating the immense power of the rebound.
"Run! I can't control myself anymore! That woman is going to take my place!" Mu Wushuang screamed, white light seeping from her eyes and mouth, a mysterious force attempting to possess her.
What to do? What to do? Xiao Xingchen's face showed panic. At this moment, he really didn't know how to help Mu Wushuang. What was happening before his eyes was beyond his control.
"I'll risk it all." Seeing that Mu Wushuang was about to lose her mind, Xiao Xingchen steeled his heart. Since his sword couldn't pierce her brow, surely his would be fine?
Source Pattern, come out here right now!
He twirled the bronze sword in his hand, then thrust the tip directly towards his brow.
A sword aura emanated from between his brows, and his mind went blank. He cursed under his breath; he had gone this far, and the source runes on the bronze divine tree hadn't even appeared.
Feeling the pain from between his eyebrows, he felt helpless. Was he going to die here?
Mu Wushuang was already kneeling, unable to get up, and streaks of blood were flowing from between her brows along the bronze sword, dripping down the blade and onto her head.
After the blood stained the bronze sword between Mu Wushuang's brows, crimson patterns began to appear on the blade, like a net, spreading towards Mu Wushuang's brow.
With a loud "boom," Xiao Xingchen felt something explode in his mind. At that moment, he found himself deep within the memories that the Bronze Divine Tree had once entered.
This is the sealed sea of memories, and also the place where the Bronze Tree perished.
Since Huangfu Lingxue left, this place has been tightly sealed off. However, this entanglement with Mu Wushuang's memories is like a raging torrent, sweeping away the power that is trying to seize Mu Wushuang's memories.
Beneath their feet lay the boundless sea of stars, only this time, the Star Palace had vanished, replaced by round moons hanging high in the sky.
Nine crescent moons, like dazzling pearls, floated in the night sky, radiating a cool, clear light.
Under the moonlight, a figure holding a sword gradually emerged before the moon.
"Moon Wheel Host, surrender at once!"
Xiao Xingchen knew that these were fragments of Mu Wushuang's and the woman in the coffin's memories, intertwined with his own in some mysterious way.
He stared intently, the figure seeming vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Looking at the moon in the sky, he saw a Mu Wushuang sitting cross-legged within each of the moons.
"We, the Moon Wheel Clan, would rather die than submit! To think you could implant the Nine Soul Seals into us is utterly delusional!"
"Hmph, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! To be enslaved by me is the greatest honor for your Moon Wheel Clan. Since you remain obstinate, don't blame me for being ruthless and merciless!"
The sword-wielding figure rushed into the nine bright moons like a ghost. Immediately afterwards, a series of sounds of the moons shattering rang out, and corpses fell like leaves.
Mu Wushuang fell from the moon wheel and was then caught by a crystal coffin that appeared out of thin air.
After Mu Wushuang safely entered, the crystal coffin swiftly closed its lid and vanished without a trace. Just like that, the nine Mu Wushuangs were mercilessly pulverized by the sword shadows, becoming nothing more than cold corpses within the coffin.
Xiao Xingchen's gaze remained fixed on the figure wielding the sword. While the appearance of the moon wheel surprised him greatly, the man with the sword aroused even more suspicion in him.
The sword, and the aura emanating from it, were so familiar, as if echoing deep within his soul.
The figure wields the power of a battle sword, a power he acquired early in his cultivation journey with the help of Daji.
He was all too familiar with this power, for within his own body at this very moment, the power of the battle sword was concealed.
But how could that be? Daji said that no one has ever mastered the War Sword, so who is that person?
And why are there nine identical Mu Wushuangs on this moon wheel? And who is Mu Wushuang?
He was completely bewildered for a moment.
After tidying up all nine moons, Xiao Xingchen noticed that the sword-wielding figure seemed to have sensed his gaze. He turned his head slightly and smiled at Xiao Xingchen.
His lips twitched slightly, and his tone seemed to say, "I'll wait for you!"