bookbashuk Chapter 2618 The Real Ten Thousand Worlds
Chapter 2618 The Real Ten Thousand Worlds
Lan Yue squatted on the rocks by the coast, her slender fingers unconsciously fiddling with the foam left by the tide.
The battle had ended nearly half a day ago, but her heartbeat was still a little faster than usual.
The sky in the distance that was shrouded in purple light still retained a faint purple mist, like a wound that had been torn open and hastily sutured.
"Will Uncle and Mo Tu be sucked into the space crack?"
The girl suddenly spoke, her voice so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
She raised her head, and her amber eyes reflected the black scar on the sky that had not yet fully healed.
Xingyan was tidying up her hair that was messed up by the wind, and her fingers paused slightly when she heard this.
She looked up at the chaotic sky, and a hint of understanding flashed across her glass-like eyes: "No."
The voice was crisp and clear, like the edge of a tempered sword.
Yueru brought a jar of spirit wine from behind her, and the amber wine was rippling in the jar.
She placed the wine jar on the reef, and gently brushed it with a ray of moonlight power gathered from her fingertips: "The space cracks in the human world are indeed a fatal trap for low-level cultivators."
Her voice was like a clear mountain stream, "But the master's strength at that time..."
Having said this, she suddenly paused, a hint of awe flashing in her eyes.
"Based on the master's previous performance, the suction of the space crack can't do anything to him." Xing Yan took over the conversation and said softly.
At this time, Bai Chen stared at the distorted space in the distance, frowning and saying, "But what should we do next? We can't just wait here forever, right?"
"Wait."
Xingyan and Yueru spoke almost at the same time. The two girls looked at each other, and suddenly an inexplicable pressure emanated from them.
Xingyan's sleeves moved without wind, and the power of the moonlight condensed into frost flowers on her fingertips.
A hazy shadow of the moon was reflected in Yueru's eyes, as if it would turn into moonlight and dissipate at any time.
Bai Chen was shocked by the sudden momentum and took a half step back, his face changing slightly.
At this time, inside the mysterious space.
Matthew placed his hands on Mo Tu's crown, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.
His eyes turned into deep purple whirlpools, and the spiral patterns in his pupils squirmed like a living thing.
Mo Tu's body was suspended in mid-air, with dark demonic blood oozing out of his seven orifices. His originally hideous face now looked as if he had fallen into the deepest dream.
Even with the secret help from the old man Zi Ding, it was still extremely difficult for Matthew to explore Mo Tu's memory.
At this moment, a purple light flashed, and the old man in purple cauldron appeared beside Matthew.
After the old man Zi Ding appeared, he glanced at Mo Tu who was completely trapped in the illusion, then turned to look at Matthew and said, "Boy, you did a good job. I really didn't make a mistake in your judgment."
Matthew withdrew his hands from the demon butcher's head, and the purple light in his eyes gradually faded.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior, can you tell me the truth now?"
The old man in Ziding sighed, waved his sleeves, sat down cross-legged and said, "Wu Kun concealed your aura a long time ago to prevent Mo Tu from noticing your existence. Of course, Wu Kun did this not to truly protect you, but because he didn't want you to be discovered by Mo Tu in advance. After all, Wu Kun wants your body, and if Mo Tu knew about it, he would definitely want it too."
But this time, when the old man Zi Ding said this, a hint of disbelief appeared in Matthew's eyes.
Obviously, what the old man Zi Ding said was not enough to dispel the suspicion in his heart.
"I know it's hard for you to believe this, but I can only say this much. Some things, if you know them in advance, will harm you. To tell you the truth, the Purple Cauldron has had many owners before you. Each of them was a gifted genius, but they all died in the end. I don't have any other chances. The Purple Cauldron has a limit on the number of times it can recognize a master. You are the last owner of the Purple Cauldron. If you die, the Purple Cauldron will completely disappear from the world."
When the old man Zi Ding said this, his expression became extremely solemn. Even Matthew was seeing such an expression for the first time.
Matthew stood there quietly, his eyes filled with confusion and thought.
Seeing that he remained silent, the old man in Ziding slowly shifted his gaze to Mo Tu. His eyes penetrated Mo Tu's body as if it were real, as if he was looking at a meaningless dead object.
Then, the old man of Ziding spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, but it seemed to carry endless vicissitudes: "Mo Tu is just a chess piece placed in the human world by others. And the same is true for Wu Kun. The two of them are like discarded pieces, no longer of any value. The various secrets behind this are far beyond your imagination. You only know the tip of the iceberg now. As the last owner of Ziding, I will do my best to protect you."
After saying this, the old man in Ziding shook violently and slowly stood up.
His tattered yet mysterious robe fluttered gently in the wind, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, drawing a unique trajectory in this mysterious space.
He stood there like an ancient and majestic mountain, exuding an inviolable majesty.
“Although there are many things that I cannot tell you right now, since you are the owner of the Purple Tripod, it is time for you to experience the magical wonders of the Purple Tripod.” The old man of the Purple Tripod said as he gently raised his sleeves.
The sleeves looked worn out, but they had a strange luster.
As he waved his sleeves lightly, it was like a breeze blowing across the calm lake, creating a barely perceptible ripple in this mysterious space.
In an instant, the purple mist that filled the entire space began to slowly retreat as if driven by some mysterious force.
The mist was like living black silk, slowly rolling and entwining, and gradually spreading out.
Soon, where the fog receded, an extremely huge purple light slowly appeared.
The light was like a surging tide, rushing out from the depths of the fog, emitting a heart-pounding power.
Matthew widened his eyes and stared at the purple light, his eyes full of shock and curiosity.
Above this light curtain, there are many densely distributed light spots, those light spots are flashing different lights, some are as bright as stars, and some are as faint as fireflies.
However, Matthew looked confused. He racked his brains but could not understand what the light spots on the light curtain meant.
"There are many worlds in the world... This is the whole picture of the world..."
The voice of the old man Zi Ding echoed in this mysterious space, and every word seemed to carry a mysterious power, hitting Matthew's heart heavily.
When the old man Zi Ding said this, Matthew was stunned where he was, as if he had been cast under a spell.
His mouth opened slightly and his eyes were full of disbelief.
He had always thought that the myriad worlds were just an illusion, something that people imagined after dinner, but he had never imagined that there were so many worlds.