Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 456 - 411 Disaster

The Blood Spirit Rope was still spreading, swallowing heaven and earth.

Wu Hen felt that he had no choice but to draw his sword, for if he was a bit slower, he might be suppressed by some mysterious Divine Skill of the opponent and might not even have the chance to strike. All his cultivation might be sucked away by the opponent.

But quickly, Wu Hen found that the speed of the Blood Spirit Rope's consumption had slowed down. It had gradually been left behind and was even moving in a different direction.

"Huh, it's not chasing me?" Wu Hen was somewhat surprised, "Could it be going after that Qilin?"

That would be good, another catastrophe evaded.

This Leng Shu really wasn't an ordinary character, not only skilled in deception but also hiding such deep strength.

Tianxuan Saint Decision...

That was something even women with cold blood found desirable, and here was Leng Shu, who had been through the wringer in the outer countries of the Holy Sect, actually possessing such a fortuitous encounter, and even mastering the Tianxuan Saint Decision. It was truly exaggerated and terrifying.

It's not that Wu Hen didn't want to nip this enmity in the bud by killing this enemy right here, but ever since he had inadvertently entered that mysterious basin, Wu Hen had the constant feeling that a pair of eyes was watching him. If he executed Sword Descend to explosively strike down Leng Shu, who had shown great power, Wu Hen seriously suspected that the creature in the mysterious basin would take the role of Huang Que.

*"Sigh..."*

Wu Hen stopped in place and took a few deep breaths.

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He glanced at the now distant Blood Spirit Demon Scenery, and his heart was equally shaky with lingering fear.

One day, when his own cultivation reached the Holy Origin Realm and he could master the Tianxuan Saint Decision, he would completely crush this sanctimonious Leng Shu into dust!

*"Hoo hoo hoo hoo~~~~~"*

Suddenly, a creepy rhythm entered Wu Hen's ears. His Fourth-rank Hearing quickly sent an alarm to his brain, bringing with it the sensation of earsplitting and heart palpitations!

Wu Hen quickly turned around, only to see the mysterious basin not far away was once again rapidly expanding towards him!

It was like the mouth of a Taotie, devouring the earth, its speed so fast that Wu Hen had no time to react.

With Holy Breath wrapped around his feet, Wu Hen was just about to take a step when the ground beneath him disappeared, followed by a strong and mysterious force that bound every inch of his body and began to drag him bit by bit deeper into the mysterious basin.

"Wu Hen, what are you doing here, trying to act cool with some spacewalk?" At that moment, a familiar voice rang out.

Wu Hen looked over and saw the mini form of Bai Ze flying towards him, wings flapping.

"Don't come over, there's something weird here!" Wu Hen shouted urgently, telling Bai Ze to stay away.

But though the words came from his throat, his voice was eerily swallowed up. Wu Hen's voice simply couldn't reach Bai Ze not far away.

The somewhat dim-witted Bai Ze thought Wu Hen was messing around and flew towards the abyssal maw like a small white swan.

*"Wow!!!!!"*

As soon as Bai Ze got close, it immediately realized something was wrong and let out a shriek like a woman in distress.

It, too, was bound by the mysterious basin, no matter what kind of Divine Skill it used, it couldn't escape the ever-expanding basin.

It wasn't long before Bai Ze reunited with Wu Hen.

"Damn it, you were trapped, why didn't you tell me, instead of beckoning me to accompany you to hell?" Bai Ze cursed loudly.

Only when close enough could the voice be heard.

Wu Hen was also speechless, angrily saying, "I've been telling you to not come over, who was beckoning you? I was telling you to run fast!"

"What exactly is this thing that dares to make a move on this immortal? When we see its true face, don't you wake up brainless first, I'm going to teach it a lesson!" Bai Ze said.

"I don't know what is inside this mysterious basin either. I was just fleeing in this direction to avoid that Cold-blooded Woman's Tianxuan Skill. I thought I had timed the distance just right. Who knew this basin would actively pounce over?" Wu Hen said.

Actually, Wu Hen had a little plan.

That was, when the mutated Leng Shu came after him, he would dive straight into the mysterious basin.

Leng Shu's Tianxuan Skill plundered everything, so his Blood Spirit Rope would surely probe into the mysterious basin, bringing out that eerie and terrifying life within. By then, Leng Shu would battle the creature in the mysterious basin, and he would later draw his sword at the last moment, playing the role of Huang Que, reaping two major and delicious high-quality ingredients.

Unfortunately, Leng Shu didn't follow.

Even more unfortunately, the life inside the mysterious basin had its eyes on him, probably annoyed by his pacing back and forth around it several times, angering this ancient and mysterious being.

"Fine, let's play dead for now, and meet it soon!" As a Divine Beast, Bai Ze too feared neither heaven nor earth.

The mysterious basin was an expandable and retractable mysterious black hole. As for what was in the deepest part of the basin, according to Wu Hen's speculation, it should also be a Totem.

Wu Hen had been in this world within the Sky Heart for a very long time.

In fact, this mysterious basin had been used by Wu Hen multiple times as a haven. Whenever some of the harsh weather outside was a bit too much to bear, Wu Hen would take refuge here.

In the beginning, when Wu Hen didn't know that every emergence of the Extreme Disaster was marked by the descent of a Totem, he thought there must be some special temple nearby that could form a shield of Divine Power, protecting the area from any invasion by the Extreme Disaster. But after witnessing the reverence and fear that the Ancient Qilin had for this place, Wu Hen realized that it was a being that reigned above all other Extreme Disaster Totems, its aura so strong that it was utterly unaffected by the domain of the Extreme Disaster.

"This guy's aura feels a little familiar," Bai Ze suddenly spoke.

The two were slowly approaching the very center of the basin, where a great amount of dust was floating. This dust, influenced by some force field, was orderly swirling around an Ancient Stele.

The Ancient Stele, existing for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, had wind-weathered ancient spots only the lengthy passage of time could leave behind. It wasn't particularly towering or heavy, yet it contained an unpredictable mutated Divine Power, making Divine Beast Bai Ze feel both familiar and inexplicably panicked.

"Have you seen this thing before?" Wu Hen asked seriously.

Wu Hen knew that this Ancient Stele was not the fearsome Totem, but an ancient object suppressing it.

"Let me think," Bai Ze strained to recall.

"We're about to be dragged into the stele!" Wu Hen emphasized.

"Do you have a way to break free?"

"No."

"That's trouble then, let's go inside and meet it. If we can't beat it, we'll just cheat, what's there to fear!" Bai Ze said.

"Can you not always plagiarize my thoughts and then adopt all those strange words! Little Yi is a flesh and blood, spirited loyal companion from the otherworldly realm; not some cheat!" Wu Hen said.

"How you truly feel inside, as if I don't know?"

...

In the end, Wu Hen and Bai Ze still fell to the place of the Ancient Stele.

As they approached the Ancient Stele, the world around them changed once again. Towering ancient, splendid mountains and rivers stood tall, and numerous blossoming ancient cities appeared. Wu Hen only felt like he had entered another world within a Scroll, had he mistakenly entered an Ancient Immortal Painting, otherwise, why did the scenes here seem both real and dreamlike?

The ancient city was like the mirage on Penglai Mist Island.

The twisting Divine Mountain was like a flame flickering.

Wu Hen had never expected that there would be another world within the Ancient Stele, a nested miniature world, making him increasingly aware of what it means that a single flower embodies a world, a single tree signifies enlightenment. Perhaps the composition of the universe of life is just so, like the civilization of cells within a body, which, no matter how healthy and happy, never think their existence merely serves a human who toils away in society; and those toiling humans do not realize they might be a cell in some cosmic divine body, or perhaps a cancerous cell.

When a nested world is sufficiently ordered and spirited, its reality is not to be doubted, just as a person dreaming will not question the absurdity within the dream as long as they do not wake; just as the characters in a book, however spirited, will not realize they are in a story.

Wu Hen had seen the Scroll Realm.

It was a piece of mythological Pure Land.

Even now, Wu Hen strongly suspected that it was a scroll collected by some high-dimensional God, but indisputably, the rules that ran there were real, forming a complete and spirited ecosystem.

But the realm he had stepped into, the Ancient Stele Mountains and Rivers Realm, was clearly a form of imitation.

No matter how similar a copy is to an original, there will always be incongruencies.

The Ancient Stele Mountains and Rivers Realm was imitating the Scroll Realm; this was the consensus Wu Hen and Bai Ze reached after breaking into this place.

Sure enough, within the Ancient Stele Mountains and Rivers Realm, there were magnificent mountains, rivers, and cities, yet it lacked different Mythical Creatures and the citizens who rise with the sun and rest with its setting, a majestic landscape devoid of living beings!

A painting without motion, however splendid, has no soul.

Similarly, a splendid world without living beings is no different from a desolate prison.

Wu Hen and Bai Ze drifted through this world, embedded with multiple layers, discovering that the deeper they went, the more hollow it became. If described using modern thoughts on the Metaverse and virtual games, it was like a matryoshka-style copy, the deeper it went, the more perfunctory, the designer not skilled enough, and cutting corners.

"A counterfeit Scroll Realm," Wu Hen bluntly assessed.

Bai Ze kept observing, it had caught a whiff of a familiar scent, signaling the presence of a Divine Beast from its own era.

The Totems mentioned by the Holy Sect were in fact Ancient Beasts, those who had already performed great deeds for the people in Ancient Times and ascended into immortals. Those still struggling in the Barbaric and Mortal Realms had become Totems.

Bai Ze too originated from that era, having witnessed countless Ancient Totems' fall and Ascension.

The scent it detected was from that era when the world separated its layers.

What confused it was, this familiar scent should have ascended long ago, either dwelling within the Scroll Realm or retired in some Divine Waves; how could it then be suppressed under such an Ancient Stele, and then, using its vast Divine Skills, create a place so similar to the Scroll Realm?

It should be noted, the Scroll Realm was created by eight Divine Officers, they could be called the creator, and they would not readily interfere with the living beings' cycles of life and rebirth...

But here was a Totem, still in the Mortal Realm.

"This guy, too, is a clumsy imitator?" Wu Hen already felt something approaching.

"The original was created by eight Divine Officers... this guy, with his own power, created such a mountains and rivers scroll, how much weaker do you think it is compared to those eight Divine Officers of our Scroll Realm; I know who it is!" Bai Ze said.

"Say it quickly, the chapter is ending!"

"Disaster!" Bai Ze revealed the God's name.