Under the cover of night, Li Muyang stood in the streets, gazing at the all-too-familiar city before him.
In “Immortal Sword Legend,” he roamed within Nanjiang City from ten thousand years ago for a long time, where he defeated the half-demon general Luo Feng and comprehended the Startling Swan Sword Technique.
And this city, it was where he and Yan Xiaoru pledged their love to each other.
Two people of starkly different social statuses were forced to coexist due to unexpected changes in this cursed city, which then sparked the beginnings of their affection.
The Startling Swan Immortal Sword, the most powerful support upon which Li Muyang established himself, was also acquired in this city.
It can be said that this Demon Sword City before him was a significant turning point in Li Muyang’s life.
Now revisiting the old place, looking at the familiar streets, Li Muyang felt a wave of sentimentality.
“What exactly is it that’s luring me in this city?”
Li Muyang murmured to himself.
Wei Suyi revealed the truth of Demon Sword City; the place had been corrupted by the power of the Netherworld.
And the Netherworld was an extremely terrifying enemy.
Could it be that within Demon Sword City, there still lie remnants of the Peaceful Realms?
Similar to the Ghost Moon Fox hidden within the secret realms outside Jiuyuan City?
Li Muyang was vigilant as he watched the streets of the city, walking slowly.
At the same time, he also wanted to see Guan Xiaoshun to find out why Guan Xiaoshun ended up mixing with the old fraud Dong Xuanzi.
And why does this old fraud always appear at the center of any tumultuous situation?
He was present in the previous World Outside the Ark, and now here in Demon Sword City, too.
The origins of the unkempt Taoist priest were worth pondering indeed…
Li Muyang’s brain was spinning rapidly, continuously contemplating.
Within Demon Sword City, where cold winds were blowing in gusts, ancient resentful spirits would occasionally materialize with their howls.
Having been to the Peaceful Realms before, Li Muyang was not unfamiliar with the cold and gloomy aura of the city; it was indeed the smell of the Peaceful Realms.
But as he walked, a fog suddenly appeared before Li Muyang.
Seeing the fog materialize around him, Li Muyang was startled and immediately summoned the Startling Swan Immortal Sword.
But there was no crisis, as Li Muyang felt no hostility in this fog.
He walked slowly through the fog, feeling a faint and somewhat familiar presence.
Li Muyang’s expression became subtle.
Eventually, he stopped at the entrance of a dark alley within Demon Sword City.
In the alley was a withered old locust tree, its twisted trunk appearing somewhat ugly, its branches void of any sign of greenery.
And under this old locust tree, a corpse sat quietly.
The corpse sat with its back to Li Muyang, wrapped in pale white cloth, head hung low, exuding an aura of death.
But Li Muyang was no stranger to this mysterious ancient corpse; he had seen it many times before.
He quietly stopped at the entrance of the alley and said, “So the Netherworld really does have remnants left in this city… I didn’t expect it to be you.”
Narrowing his eyes at the mysterious ancient corpse under the locust tree, Li Muyang said, “What message are you trying to convey to me this time?”
The origin and identity of the mysterious ancient corpse were unclear; Li Muyang wasn’t even sure if it was a ghost or god from the Peaceful Realms.
The only certainty was that this being harbored no hostility towards him, and every encounter had it voluntary revealing useful information to him.
After Li Muyang spoke, a gust of cold wind blew through the alley, and the mysterious ancient corpse seated under the old locust tree slowly lifted its head, as if looking at the locust tree above.
Still facing away from Li Muyang, its voice was hoarse and echoed heavily, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was male or female.
“…It seems you have already seen me elsewhere, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
The mysterious ancient corpse spoke coldly: “As an extremely rare individual who has been resurrected from death, have you found the ancient evil heritage treasure, the Red Evil Bell?”
“My other selves must have warned you that you don’t have much time left.”
“In the Ancient Resentment Well across the Misty Sea, a storm is gathering and ready to erupt.”
“Why are you still wandering here at such a critical moment? Is there anything in this city that has attracted you?”
“Or is it that for you, the lives and deaths of all beings have become meaningless, and you’ve abandoned saving the world?”
As an old acquaintance of Li Muyang, this mysterious ancient corpse started with riddles, once again saying a lot with great informational content, yet shrouded in mystery.
Li Muyang frowned and said helplessly: “So the thing that’s tempting me in this city isn’t you? Besides you, what else could there be in this city?”
This question seemed to stump the mysterious corpse under the old locust tree.
The always riddling mysterious ancient corpse fell silent for a long moment.
Eventually, it rose slowly and said: “It is an ominous thing, even more ominous than you, a resurrected one. You must stay far away and not make contact with it.”
“Once you come into contact with it, there will be no redemption for you.”
Having said that, the mysterious ancient corpse stood up and walked towards the depths of the alley.
As the mysterious ancient corpse left, the fog in Li Muyang’s field of vision gradually faded away.
With several experiences to draw upon, Li Muyang knew that this was the ancient corpse preparing to exit the scene.
This guy remained as ever the riddler, saying a lot that was vast in information and abstruse, but it was all cryptic.
Without attempting to detain it, Li Muyang just stood silently at the mouth of the alley, watching as the mysterious ancient corpse completely disappeared into the fog, and he sighed.
“Can’t this guy speak a little more plainly?”
“This isn’t the Ancient Resentment Well, and there are no eyes in the sky watching you. Would you really be blasted by evil power for speaking clearly?”
Having said this, Li Muyang looked up at the night sky; the stars were bright, and the silver moon was high—the weather tonight was very good.
There were no eerie and terrifying eyes floating in the sky.
The Human World is not the Ancient Resentment Well; there is no Evil God.
Finally standing in the Demon Sword City, where the fog had dissipated, Li Muyang, after pondering, turned to leave.
He decided to give up exploring the anomaly in the city.
The mysterious ancient corpse, though babbling divinely, had given only useful information.
And so far, it had not deceived Li Muyang.
It warned Li Muyang not to touch the things in Demon Sword City, so Li Muyang refrained from delving further.
Heeding advice leads to full meals; Li Muyang’s greatest virtue is caution.
Even if this body is just an avatar, he wouldn’t fear its destruction.
But what if the thing in Demon Sword City could trace back to the origin and affect his true self?
It was better not to take that risk…
Li Muyang headed back the way he came, preparing to return to the side of the Immortal Artifact Masters.
He didn’t need to help; he just needed to sit by and wait.
The Immortal Artifact Masters were excellent bodyguards; with him sitting next to them, no one in the Cultivation World would dare get close.
Li Muyang could play his games in peace.
However, just as Li Muyang had returned to the side of the Immortal Artifact Masters Wei Suyi and the others, about to sit down, a ferocious and agitated roar suddenly came from outside Demon Sword City.
A sinister and chilling aura drifted into the city with the night wind.
The commotion was so great that several of the Immortal Artifact Masters couldn’t help but look up.
In the moonlight outside Demon Sword City, enormous ominous shadows of Evil Gods appeared in the wasteland.