Transmigration After Becoming Love Saint-Chapter 490 - 171: What, Has He Betrayed You Too?_5
Beautiful Fist.
Before seeing the six past lives of this Immortal, Wang Mu had only thought of it as a Supreme Divine Skill from Newbie Village in the game. However, now this fist technique was different. It was the Beautiful Fist that had blasted open the Gate of Apocalypse.
And where did this technique come from? It came from Newbie Village. And who created Newbie Village? An Qixiu did. So, this fist technique itself was something An Qixiu had concocted in Newbie Village. It was specifically designed to break the pattern of the End of Dharma Era in the game, a Divine Skill created for that purpose. It was no ordinary feat.
Wang Mu threw a punch.
In an instant, amid the spreading golden light, countless cracks appeared on the surrounding ice walls. They shattered, and with such ease.
Gu Yuqing watched this scene, utterly astonished. As expected, Brother Wang is always the kind of person who can create miracles, isn’t he?
At the same time, a strange voice burst into a frenzied laugh. "Hahahaha... Beautiful Fist... Beautiful Fist... It really is you!"
"It really is you!"
Gu Yuqing was speechless. Has this person gone mad?
As the ice wall broke, a phantom appeared from the void, gazing down at the two people below. A tattered mist enshrouded the phantom’s face, from which seemed to emanate an extremely frenzied laugh. The surroundings returned to those of the Immortal Mansion once more. The resplendent ice tree still stood proudly before them.
They had emerged. For some reason, Gu Yuqing’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at the phantom. What is this?
"Dongfang Mu, Dongfang Mu..." The phantom’s voice, ancient and profound, resonated. "You have finally arrived."
Wang Mu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the phantom, a heaviness settling in his heart. A familiar scent. A familiar voice. Something isn’t quite right. He remained silent.
"Didn’t expect this, did you?" the phantom laughed mockingly. "That I would be here waiting for you! I’ve waited for a thousand years—no... to be precise, since I’ve been in Anle Heaven, at least several thousand years have passed. During these thousands of years, I have experienced being killed by you thousands of times. It has caused me considerable suffering..."
Wang Mu was silent. Thousands of times? Come to think of it, the number of times I’ve cleared the game... does seem to be quite high...
"Now, it’s your turn!"
Gu Yuqing, standing to the side, was taken aback. From the voice, she recognized that this phantom must be the source of that strange voice. Dongfang Mu? Is that referring to Brother Wang? What is their relationship? She didn’t have time to think further.
The next second, the phantom surged into Gu Yuqing’s body. Gu Yuqing’s whole body shuddered, her eyes instantly turning as dark as ink. Within her Sea of Consciousness, her soul began to resist fiercely.
"There’s no use resisting. You’ve cultivated my Six Desires Treasure Book; you cannot possibly resist me!" The phantom descended into Gu Yuqing’s Sea of Consciousness and spoke coldly, "Mu Hongyuan thought that after a thousand years, I would have long vanished within Anle Heaven... What a pity, what a pity... Did she think I would disappear so easily?"
"What are you trying to do?" Within her Sea of Consciousness, Gu Yuqing’s Primordial Spirit stared at the phantom, her form radiating six different kinds of light.
"Naturally, to use your hand to kill him," the phantom chuckled lightly. "I get to kill my nemesis and, as a bonus, help you condense your Heartless Dao Heart."
Gu Yuqing paused, a sudden understanding dawning on her. "You never intended for me to kill Dongfang Mu... You’ve always planned to possess me," Gu Yuqing’s Primordial Spirit said in a low, grave voice.
"Correct. Dongfang Mu is an incredibly crafty fellow. There’s no way you could kill him; I must do it myself. However, I truly didn’t expect you to actually have a connection with him..." At this, the phantom laughed. "How interesting. If you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t have entered Anle Heaven with him. He also wouldn’t have had the chance to use the unique Divine Skill An Qixiu created to break the ice wall from the inside and release this wisp of my Residual Soul. I would have had to go to much greater lengths... What a fateful connection! She schemed and planned, but she never could have calculated that a thousand years later, Dongfang Mu would still get entangled with women like you..."
The next second, the phantom lunged at Gu Yuqing’s Primordial Spirit.
Outside, Wang Mu witnessed this, and a chill ran down his spine. It really is Piao Miaoxu! That fellow truly hadn’t died! No, to be precise, dead is dead. But he hadn’t completely perished; the phantom emitted unique soul fluctuations—evidently, it was his Residual Soul.
"Dongfang Mu, meet your end!" Gu Yuqing’s eyes transformed in an instant, and a furious shout escaped her lips. The Moon Wheel, radiating supreme brilliance, hurtled towards Wang Mu. Her Primordial Spirit manifested as a Dharma Image, emanating infinite Divine Power as it emerged from her body. Clearly, Gu Yuqing was now under the control of that wisp of Piao Miaoxu’s Residual Soul.
"Don’t..."
The next second, Gu Yuqing’s voice changed again. Along with it, her Primordial Spirit Dharma Form flickered, its aura unstable.
Wang Mu narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. This is a moment of vulnerability for Gu Yuqing, as her Primordial Spirit is resisting Piao Miaoxu. He extended his fist, intending to strike again with the Beautiful Fist. But... the fist, brewing with golden light and seeming to possess the power to shatter anything, faltered. He hesitated. If this punch landed squarely, given Gu Yuqing’s current state, the outcome would likely be disastrous.
He hesitated. In that instant of hesitation, a flash of light streaked out. The Moon Wheel cut through the void, leaving two deep gashes on Wang Mu’s body and sending him flying.
What a powerful Magic Treasure... Wang Mu grunted, looking at the two large, open wounds on his arm. His current physique was comparable to a Taoist Spiritual Artifact, even several degrees stronger than the body of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.







